This Hogwarts isn't normal.

When Fred and George returned to the cemetery, several flames suddenly appeared on the ground in front of the monument in the central square.

They quickly surrounded the kneeling Peter Pettigrew along the fuse, and with the sound of "crackling", the whole Godric's Hollow was instantly illuminated.

In the light like a ball of fire, there were gorgeous fireworks exploding.

Fred and George at the edge of the cemetery were excited.

"I told you to like using blasting spells, but you're in trouble this time."

"We'll have to make more next time, and make a bigger one."

The continuous explosion of fireworks quickly attracted the stationed Aurors.

They didn't dare to get too close, and cast spells from a distance.

The crazy fireworks disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Godric's Hollow returned to darkness again.

The smell of burning spread all around, and countless small pits appeared under the thick smoke in front of the monument.

The Aurors walked over with their wands raised, and their worries were disappearing little by little.

Peter Pettigrew was still kneeling, his whole body was black, and his clothes seemed to be stuck to his skin due to the burns.

An Auror reached out and probed his nose, "He's still alive!"

Finally, I can rest assured.

As long as he is still alive, no matter how miserable he is.

It's just a small scald and burn, he won't die.

The Aurors treated him casually, set up an anti-invasion spell around him and left.

Fred and George, who witnessed the whole process, each thought in their hearts.

Hermione came to the two of them, "Go back? Or continue?"

"Go back first."

"Yes, we'll come back tomorrow."

The corners of her mouth twitched, "Don't play with him to death."

"Don't worry, we know our limits."

The twins' assurances were completely unconvincing.

Hermione thought for a while, "Count me in tomorrow."

"Really?"

"In case you don't know the severity of the situation."

With her around, Peter Pettigrew's life can indeed be guaranteed.

But that's all.

For several days in a row, the Aurors of Godric's Hollow could always hear noises of varying sizes in the middle of the night.

At first, it was fireworks and stench, followed by bugs and corrosive liquids, and yesterday, a large group of rats came.

Peter Pettigrew's body was gnawed to a bloody mess, and there was almost no inch of skin left.

Fortunately, he survived all of it. Although it was getting worse day by day, at least his life was not in danger.

Ministry of Magic,

Mrs. Peter came again.

Unlike her previous daily requests, this time she did not go to Fudge, but knelt directly in front of the magical brothers fountain in the foyer.

"I beg you... let my son go..."

Mrs. Peter, with a haggard face, was crying, her head pressed tightly against the marble floor.

"He has... he has lost his human form... When will you let him go?"

The lady in charge of reception ran to the Minister's office at a loss.

Fudge heard about this and just said coldly: "Leave it to Rufus, he will handle it properly."

In less than 5 minutes, Mrs. Peter was "asked" out of the Ministry of Magic by the Aurors.

As a mother, she naturally couldn't bear to see her son suffer.

He was sentenced to death, why torture him like this?

Can't he just give him a quick death?

Another week passed, and Peter Pettigrew's miserable condition could no longer be described in words.

His skin was either scalded or highly corroded or full of pustules, his hair and teeth were all gone, and his only slightly better face was completely unrecognizable.

Criminals have no human rights and dignity, this is the real British wizarding world.

Mrs. Peter hasn't come to the Ministry of Magic to beg since the day before yesterday.

She didn't give up, but was hospitalized.

Her mental state was very bad, just like those patients tortured by the Cruciatus Curse in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, except that she would occasionally wake up for a short period of time.

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In mid-May, the nights in Godric's Hollow finally calmed down.

It's time to focus on studying as the final exams are approaching.

There are OWLs exams in the fifth grade, which are the ordinary wizard level exams.

Unlike Fred and George who were cramming at the last minute, Vincent and Hermione had already completed all the courses from the third to seventh grade.

Not to mention the OWLs exams, they could also face the NEWTs ultimate wizard level qualification exams calmly.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts does not have a system for skipping grades. No matter how fast or how much you learn, you have to stay for seven years.

The problem of interference between magic base stations and electronic signals has finally been solved.

Changing magic signals to dot matrix transmission can not only completely separate them from wave-like electronic signals, but can even ignore all existing space isolation type magic.

And if you want to block the transmission of magic signals, you have to develop a new magic specifically.

But to develop this new magic, you must first thoroughly understand the principle of magic base station transmission signals, and then build anti-transmission magic specifically.

But it is made based on alchemy, and it also uses a lot of Muggle technology principles.

Dumbledore may be able to rely on powerful magic to forcibly block it, and the rest of the wizards have to honestly start their research from scratch.

Dot matrix transmission not only solves the interference problem, but also greatly improves the signal coverage.

Just one unit can cover nearly 10 miles and more than 15 kilometers.

The only thing left to overcome is the last challenge: the number of users that can be connected at the same time.

Since the population of the magic world is not as dense as that of Muggles, the transmission quality can be given priority.

May 31, late at night.

Vincent placed a magic base station in the Scottish Highlands.

He and Hermione Apparated to a place 10 kilometers away, and then turned on the magic communicator on their wrists.

When the clear color picture was projected in front of them, it meant that another epoch-making great invention was born.

Hermione looked at Vincent, who was excited in the magic projection, and subconsciously raised a sweet smile.

"When do you plan to officially release it to the public?"

"The old antiques in the Alchemy Association have not made any moves so far. I want to use this thing to test their reaction."

If the inexpensive and high-quality alchemy products are still within the tolerance range, the alchemy puppets can be regarded as opening up a new market, and the epoch-making product of the magic communicator is enough to shake the foundation of traditional alchemy.

The two-sided mirrors that are worthless will be completely eliminated, and can only be swept into the garbage dump called history together with a large number of traditional alchemical props made according to the principle of material conversion.

Hermione listened to Vincent's future plan and imagined a particularly beautiful picture in her mind.

Wizards no longer wear conservative clothes, nor live in dark houses full of stereotypes.

Their quality of life is better than that of Muggles, and they are surrounded by all kinds of alchemical products that far exceed contemporary technology.

Alchemical puppets do the dirty work, and there are various entertainment projects with magic projection functions. Magic can be cast without a wand, and there are many simpler and more convenient ways to travel.

The high-tech future world imagined by Muggles is called "cyberpunk", and Hermione believes that the future world she imagines should be "magic punk".

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