This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As the king of owls in the British Isles, Gugu needs to be paid for ordering his subordinates to do things.

Fortunately, Vincent was well prepared, otherwise he would have been cheated by it.

What about the small matter you said? What about the face you said?

All bullshit!

These days, even owls have learned to talk about interests. Can any noble status bring real benefits?

Fortunately, Vincent has a rich family and can afford to support this group of owls.

After eating and drinking, it’s time to negotiate terms.

There was no bargaining, not because he gave too much, but because the post office treated him as if he had nothing.

"These vampires!" Hermione seemed a little excited.

"Gugu!"

She slightly loosened Gugu in her arms, "Sorry, I really can't imagine what kind of life the owls live."

Three meals and accommodation are included, but judging from the rows of shabby cabins in front of him, it is estimated that the food is barely enough to fill his stomach.

Look at the owl in her arms, how round it is, and how shiny its feathers are.

Compared with the Owl Post Office, the Owl Shed at Hogwarts is already a paradise.

Vincent had a bitter face.

The school's treatment was increased by him, the school director, out of his own pocket. If it weren't for hiding it from the eyes of the Aurors, he wouldn't have come here.

However, if he wanted to take all the owls away, he had to cancel the magic contract between them and the post office first.

"Hmm..." Vincent tapped the wand in his hand with his fingertips and found that the contract between the two parties was not difficult to cancel because of the serious imbalance.

The blood curse flowing in the blood of the Greengrass family can be canceled, so the contract of the Owl Post Office can really be regarded as a piece of cake.

The alder wand waved gently at the owls, and the fluctuations with a little black magic instantly spread out.

Under the erosion of black magic, the magic contract was instantly extinguished like a candle.

Vincent lowered his wand and poured out a delicate cabin from the small cube.

"Come in, I promise the environment inside is definitely better than here."

The freed owls flew into the cabin one after another.

The environment inside is really good, with mountains, water and single-family villas.

There are 231 owls in total. When the last Gugu squeezed in, Vincent stretched out his hand to Hermione.

"We have to go. The post office should soon find out that the contract has been cancelled."

Before casting the follower's appearance, the alder wand also set a timed magic on the ground.

After the two disappeared in the black and white vortex, the activated magic released a large amount of black smoke.

It seems that they have some kind of corrosive ability, making everything around them more corrupt.

But strangely, the smoke just touched the range of the silent spell, completely eliminating all the magical aura left at the scene of the spell.

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Somewhere on a hillside in the Scottish Highlands,

two figures appeared from a black and white vortex.

Hermione seemed to have something to say, but she never spoke.

Vincent noticed the tangle on her face, "I learned the dark magic from another mentor."

He did not choose to hide it as usual, and the smart Hermione had already guessed who it was.

As for which wizard has the strongest attainments in the dark magic, Dumbledore is the only one left besides the two Dark Lords.

Voldemort and Vincent are not on good terms, and there is no need to hide the fact that it is Dumbledore.

So, there is only one name left.

He is Gellert Grindelwald, the first generation of Dark Lord who once frightened the global magic world and destroyed the magic governments of several countries.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.

If it is really him, then everything makes sense.

The Rosier family in France was once his follower, and the British side has been closely watched by the Ministry of Magic due to the fall of Voldemort.

Although the Greengrass family is not an extreme pure bloodist, the favor of lifting the blood curse alone is not enough for them to repay it until now.

If Vincent is Grindelwald's apprentice, then it is natural to get the support of these two families.

"It seems you have guessed it."

Hermione took a deep breath and calmed down quickly, "You are not the kind of cold-blooded person. I know you must have your own ideas."

Vincent waved his wand and turned the soil under his feet into a soft blanket.

He sat down, "Some things are beyond my control."

Hermione felt a circle of magic fluctuations around her that isolated the outside world, and knew that a silent spell had been set up here.

She sat opposite with some relief,

"I have read a lot of comments about Gellert Grindelwald. It is true that the wizard party led by him once caused great damage to the wizarding world, but his original starting point was indeed for the future of wizards."

Vincent thought of the past a hundred years ago.

"Your comments are very pertinent.

Objectively speaking, I don't dislike Grindelwald's ideas, but he failed in the end, and the current wizarding world..."

Muggle technology is developing, and sooner or later they will discover hidden wizards.

Continue to fool with magic at that time?

Who can guarantee that it will always work?

Once the war breaks out between the two sides, what will be the final outcome?

Hermione felt a little suffocated for some reason, "You...you have been thinking about these things all the time?"

Vincent laughed at himself, "Thanks to those three old men, I have to bear the pressure that I shouldn't bear at my age."

"Three?" Hermione covered her mouth again in surprise.

If one of them is Nico Flamel, the last one can only be Dumbledore.

But according to history, he defeated Grindelwald, how could this be possible...

Vincent took out a tea set from the small cube, "Did it subvert your three views? My reaction was the same as yours."

"What on earth are they-" Hermione suddenly shook her head, "Don't tell anyone, it will be a disaster if others find out."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you say it." Vincent shrugged, "No one would believe it anyway."

He opened the lid of the teapot, grabbed a handful of tea leaves and put it in, "Besides, Professor Dumbledore doesn't care about this."

Hermione took out some snacks from the small cube and set them out.

She reached out to take the tea cup and took a sip, "Actually, I don't care, I really don't care."

Vincent picked up a piece of strawberry cake with a fork, "The stories about these two bad old men are all cliche plots, and they are much more outrageous than you think."

Hermione put down her tea cup and looked at him extremely seriously, "I don't care about your relationship with Grindelwald."

"Pfft-" Vincent choked.

Hermione quickly came over and patted his back, "Are you okay? Do you want some black tea?"

He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

These words are too bold and too straightforward.

That was Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who once plunged the global wizarding community into a huge crisis.

Vincent calmed down slightly, his eyes extremely serious and focused, "You really don't care?"

Hermione stopped what she was doing and put her hands gently on his shoulders.

Her eyes were a little complicated and a little evasive.

But when she met Vincent's eyes, she was filled with unprecedented determination, "I don't care what you are going to do or what you will ultimately bring to the world.

What I really care about is you, the Vincent Wayne who took me on a night tour of Hogwarts Castle. "

The distance between the two is within touching distance.

Vincent looked at her face close at hand and slowly moved closer.

Hermione's little hands slipped from his shoulders, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Her big bright eyes were looking forward to something.

However, Vincent suddenly stopped and raised his wand high.

Above the night sky, two dementors who couldn't understand the atmosphere were immediately swatted away by the patron saint of Suanni.

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