This Hogwarts isn't normal.

A week later in the morning,

Place de Fussinbourg, Paris, France.

Vincent and Hermione took advantage of the fact that there were few people around and walked towards one of the Wallace fountains in the square.

As soon as they approached the fountain, countless vines emerged from the ground and surrounded the two, forming a birdcage elevator that sank into the ground.

Arriving at the lobby of the French Ministry of Magic, the most eye-catching thing was the three French words cast in crystal in the central fountain.

Incanté

Envouté

Conjuré

Hermione, who knew a little French, muttered in a low voice, "Incantation, enchantment, spellcasting..."

She inexplicably remembered the slogans during the French Revolution, which were also three words.

Liberté (freedom)

Egalité (equality)

Fraternité (fraternity)

The French Ministry of Magic was established during the French Revolution. It seems that their motto imitated the slogans advocated by the Muggles at that time.

"What's wrong?" Vincent asked with concern.

Hermione quietly leaned into his ear and shared with him the interesting things she had just discovered.

France has its own national conditions here, and it should be said that it was the original creation of the Ministry of Magic.

The two looked at each other meaningfully, then smiled and walked into the hall.

In addition to the daily staff, the French Ministry of Magic also has a group of Madago cats.

These magical spirit cats that can copy and paste and create clones are not usually ferocious, and they only show their aggressive side when they are attacked.

Maybe it's because of his cat-loving physique. Vincent walked into the hall a few steps and they surrounded him in groups.

Madago cats are no different from ordinary black cats, the only difference is that they have a pair of big blue eyes.

Maybe it's because the food here in France is not very good, they look much thinner than Mrs. Norris.

Vincent squatted down and habitually took out a bag of low-oil, low-salt, and attractant-free dried fish from the pocket of his suit that was cast with the traceless stretching spell.

"Be good, everyone has it."

The Madago cats lined up in front of him obediently, and soon, a bag of dried fish was gone.

But Vincent took out the second bag, and even the third and fourth bags.

He also gave Hermione two bags, but unfortunately the cats didn't pay much attention to her.

All the Madago cats in the French Ministry of Magic ran to the hall. The staff thought something had happened at first, but when they arrived at the hall, they realized it was a false alarm.

As an apprentice of a legendary alchemist, Vincent is very well-known in the French magic world. He is not a household name, but he is also famous.

A witch who looks quite high stepped forward.

"Mr. Wayne, Madago cats are actually responsible for security work and mail distribution in the ministry."

Vincent, who understood the hint, nodded at her and put away the dried fish in his hand.

He touched the heads of the cats in front of him, "Okay, you should go back to work."

Under the gaze of countless blue eyes that were reluctant to leave, he stood up and faced the witch in dark robes,

"Deputy Minister Kasina, I'm really sorry to disturb your normal operations."

Kasina smiled and shook her head, "No way, Madago cats generally don't take the initiative to get close to others. A situation like today hasn't happened for almost half a century."

The last time... it should be when old man Newt was young.

Vincent smiled knowingly, "Deputy Minister Kasina, it's probably because my physique is special, and I'm naturally easy to be loved by animals."

Kasina glanced at the Madago cats who were still reluctant to leave, with a bit of helplessness on her face.

"Mr. Wayne, the intuition of magical animals is often more accurate than that of wizards, which shows that you are a trustworthy person."

Her praise made Hermione on the side nod in agreement subconsciously.

Regardless of whether the physique is special or not, some people are naturally trustworthy, and both humans and animals will find him particularly reliable and safe.

Vincent, who squatted down again to persuade the Madago cats to go back to work quickly, is a good example.

"Be good, I will play with you after I finish my business with Minister Russell."

"Meow——"

"What time do you get off work? I have a lot of time today."

"Meow——"

"Okay, then I will wait here until you get off work, is that okay?"

The cats gradually left, but they always looked back from time to time, as if they were afraid that Vincent would suddenly disappear.

Casina made a joke, "Mr. Wayne, why don't you come to work in our French Ministry of Magic? As long as you are willing, all conditions can be negotiated."

"Really?" Vincent cooperated very well and showed a surprised expression, "But I still have to go to school, can I work part-time?"

Casina was amused by him and laughed, "Of course no problem, I can still make the decision on this matter."

After laughing, she led Vincent and Hermione to the atrium behind the hall.

"Minister Russell is meeting with guests. You two may have to wait here for a while."

The atrium of the French Ministry of Magic is very special. The floor has a certain tilt angle, and walking on it feels like floating.

The glass dome is made up of totems of various magical animals and star maps, giving people a very stylish feeling.

Casina took the two to a sofa, "You two, I should go back to work. We will come to notify you as soon as Minister Russell finishes meeting with guests."

"Thank you."

Soon after she left, a staff member brought hot tea and snacks.

Vincent chatted with Hermione and waited patiently.

About half an hour later, a familiar voice sounded from the corridor deep in the atrium.

"Minister Russell, this child is particularly loved by magical animals in school. Even the basilisk raised by Salazar Slytherin is very close to him."

"Sir Dumbledore, are you talking about the thousand-year-old basilisk?"

"Yes."

Vincent and Hermione looked back and found that the one who came out with Russell was indeed their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also noticed the two of them, "Minister Russell, you must not reveal anything to this child."

Russell was a little confused at first, but when he saw Vincent, who was also full of doubts, walking towards here, he suddenly figured it out.

He looked at Dumbledore with a wry smile, "Sir, I will definitely do it."

This kind of helpless but helpless emotion, I am afraid it is not calculated.

Vincent walked up to the two of them, "Professor? How did you end up here?"

Dumbledore looked at Hermione who was following him with a curious look, "Oh - I'm old, and I accidentally ran to France."

Vincent's expression was a little bit tense, "Professor, this is the worst joke I've ever heard in my life."

There is still more than a month before the International Confederation of Wizards Conference, and the venue of the conference is not in France. Old Dumbledore came all the way here and kept it secret from him. He must be planning some evil conspiracy.

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