This Hogwarts isn't normal.

On the third day of the new semester, the Aurors and the reconnaissance team began a frantic search.

They were very efficient and found almost all the hidden secret passages.

If they continued like this, they would find the Room of Requirement sooner or later.

Of course, Vincent would not remain indifferent, even if they might not find the secret base.

There are many ways to completely hide the Room of Requirement. The simplest one is to use the authority of the principal or the school director.

But doing so would be equivalent to exposing a trump card under Dumbledore's nose.

People's hearts are hidden in their stomachs. Who knows if he will betray.

So Vincent spent an afternoon using alchemy to make a mixture mainly composed of quartz and calcium.

It is colorless and odorless and can effectively absorb light.

If it is applied to the surface of an object, no matter what changes occur on the surface of the object, the eyes can only see the appearance when it is applied.

Unfortunately, it is ineffective for transparent objects, but it can completely hide the Room of Requirement.

Vincent applied the wall evenly and then returned to the Owl Court Activity Room.

The students did not laugh and chat as usual, but gathered together to complain quietly.

"Oh my God! They didn't even let go of the bathroom. Fortunately, I was not there at the time."

"I heard that the girls were not spared either, but there are only three or two female Aurors, and they are not as serious as us."

The conversation between James and Alfred reminded Neville of an unpleasant thing that happened in the morning.

He was squatting in the cubicle when someone suddenly knocked on the door and called him out.

He had just put on his pants and hadn't buckled his belt yet, and half of his head stuck out of the gap in the cubicle above his head.

Neville will never forget that round and wrinkled face.

This fat pig... no, it's a humanoid creature and it's so rude that it left without even an apology.

Now it seems that this person is most likely an Auror, and his mental state is very problematic.

Neville shared the story, and James and Alfred immediately got goose bumps.

"Is there something wrong with the Auror's sexual orientation?"

"Then we have to be careful."

There are many similar things, such as a tall and thin male Auror trying to break into the girls' dormitory.

Lavender and Parvati at the next table were discussing what happened at noon in a low voice.

"That Auror is obviously not a good person. He said that Catwoman must be a female student and wanted to catch her personally. I'm sure he wanted to take the opportunity to spy on our privacy."

"Fortunately, Senior Sister Tonks came, otherwise he might have succeeded."

"But our dormitory is restricted, so he may not be able to get in, right?"

"If he can't get in, he is also a pervert. If I were Catwoman, I would definitely deal with him well."

Hermione, who was passing by, frowned.

Could the tall and thin Auror mentioned by Lavender and Parvati be the "funny monkey" who was knocked unconscious by her crowbar?

The mental problem is so serious, and the Ministry of Magic doesn't even care.

Hermione looked at Vincent on the ring.

He was hitting the sandbag absent-mindedly, probably hesitating whether to continue the plan.

She took off her coat and walked onto the ring. "Sparring?"

Vincent held down the sandbag thrown at him. "Okay."

The students' attention was immediately drawn to them.

One was the club president, and the other had just gotten rid of his nerdy image.

They showed off various fighting skills, which was very entertaining.

"Are you concerned about everyone's feelings?" Hermione's high-lifting leg was blocked by Vincent's hand.

"One thing, mainly I didn't expect the Ministry of Magic people to have such a low tolerance."

She retracted her legs and stood firm. "They have been comfortable for too long, unlike us who have experienced so many things."

Vincent leaned over to avoid her uppercut. "Thank you for your comfort."

His eyes became sharp, and his shoulder hit hard.

Hermione blocked in front of her with one hand, and the collision made her step back a few steps, "If they can't even stand this little shock, how can they catch Black."

"That's true." Vincent's mouth corners slightly raised, and he stepped back and stood still, "It seems that I have to give them some strength."

Hermione also smiled, "Then shall we continue?"

"Of course."

Although they couldn't hear their conversation clearly, the intensity of the sparring on the ring was getting higher and higher, and the students below were all stunned.

They are both excellent in character and learning, and they can fight, and they are all Muggle-born.

Compared with these two, traditional wizards are really weak.

In the early morning of that night,

The tumbler who searched the boys' bathroom during the day was walking into the History of Magic classroom on the third floor alone.

After a period of recuperation, his body had long recovered.

But his spirit has not fully recovered, and he even has some extreme ideas about the Bat Family.

"Come out! Where are you!" The funny monkey suddenly kicked over a chair and yelled around.

The extreme anger born from extreme fear would occasionally invade his reason and make him do some uncontrollable actions.

Vincent on the ceiling smacked his lips, glided down and kicked him unconscious.

He showed no mercy at all, at least two ribs were broken.

Hang the tumbler upside down, and then choose a perfect angle to take pictures.

Fudge wants to intervene in Hogwarts, so he should receive the people he sent well and send them off warmly.

When the outside world backfires, his good days will be over.

As for whether the tool man will go crazy, that is not something the students should consider.

In less than an hour, all the Aurors and reconnaissance teams in the castle were hung upside down.

There were still no clues left at the scene. The Bat Family was becoming more and more skilled.

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Early in the morning,

While Kingsley was writing a report carefully, Rita Skeeter, a famous reporter in Yorkshire, northern England, was awakened by a knock on the window.

She put on her glasses in a daze, opened the window and took out the letter tied to the owl's feet.

The "?" mark on the front of the envelope made her sober instantly.

The only major event in the magic world recently was the Bat Family in Hogwarts, and she had always suspected that Wayne was the Wayne.

Everyone thought it was impossible, but this was exactly the most likely.

Combined with Rita's understanding of Vincent, the Ministry of Magic was bound to fall this time.

Opening the envelope, the more she looked, the more surprised she was.

If the Ministry of Magic really had a way to deal with the Bat Family, there would be no need to ask her to write positive reports every day.

But she didn't expect the Ministry of Magic to be so lame and fall several times in a row in Hogwarts.

There are pictures and the truth, and they are thoughtfully integrated into a dynamic photo.

Shocking!

The Ministry of Magic advertises how thoughtful its deployment is, but in reality it is slapped in the face.

With this level, you still want to catch the only prison escapee in Azkaban in 300 years?

"Tsk tsk..." Rita shook her head and put down the photo.

There was only one sentence on the letter: I have other photos, I hope you can make good use of them.

As a professional journalist, she certainly knows how to attract people's attention.

But to be an enemy of the Ministry of Magic...

No, she is a media hero who bravely reveals the truth and is not afraid of power.

As long as the public's opposition is incited, the Ministry of Magic should think about its own ass first.

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