This Hogwarts is not normal

Principal room.

Dumbledore sat on one side of the large table, opposite Fudge.

The two Aurors led by Umbridge and Dawlish were standing.

Minister's secretary plus guard.

"Knock Knock-"

"Come in."

When Vincent came in, he found that their atmosphere was fine.

At least on the surface.

"Oh—isn't this our rising star!" Fudge got up enthusiastically and gave him a big hug.

As a qualified politician, any action you make has a deep meaning.

Vincent also responded enthusiastically, "Minister Fudge, what you said made me blush."

"Really? Haha——" Fudge patted him on the shoulder, "I'm not a polite person, you already have the strength worthy of this title."

"Just luck, Mr Minister."

After a little compliment, Vincent sat obediently next to Dumbledore.

"The thing is what I just said. If you have doubts, Vincent will give details."

Fudge squinted and asked the first question: "Son, can you be sure that the diary is his? I mean conclusive evidence, not speculation."

"I have, Mr. Minister." Vincent put the diary that was almost in half on the table,

"This is physical evidence, there should still be traces of using black magic."

When Fudge picked up the diary, he blinked at Dumbledore calmly,

"I also have witnesses, and there are quite a few."

"Oh? Who?"

"The people who participated in Lockhart's book signing during the summer vacation, the Death Eaters in Azkaban, and a house-elf."

Fudge had heard about the summer vacation.

His "good friend" Lucius once suggested that he withdraw the Order of Merlin awarded to Lockhart.

"Professor Dumbledore actually reminded me of these." Vincent blinked at him harmlessly again,

"Thanks to your reminder, I was able to connect everything."

Dumbledore nodded with a wry smile, "Connelly, you know that Lucius had a very close relationship with him."

"It's so!" Fudge's eyes lit up.

We are all "good friends", and it's not easy for the minister to cover up when he makes a mistake.

Difficult, too embarrassing.

"And house-elves?"

"He's an elf from the Malfoy family, his name is Dobby, and he already knew about the diary a few months ago."

If you have to testify in court, the difficulty is indeed quite high.

But the weight of this chip is not small, and the effect it can play is not much lower than that of a diary.

Externally, Lockhart did everything.

Internally, the "good friend" had to use Jin Gallon to corrupt him again.

Oh, it's hard to do.

Fudge leaned back in his chair with a sad face, "It's not that I don't want to liquidate them, but they are always deeply rooted and can have a very profound impact on the magic world."

Vincent has already cursed in his heart.

Eat alone?

I can't hold you to death!

"Mr. Minister, actually—" He lowered his head shyly, and winked at Dumbledore from an invisible angle.

"Connelly, Vincent used quite a lot of orichanite bullets before."

Fudge reached out and patted his forehead fiercely, "Ah, I almost forgot about this!

Of course we will make it up to you, boy. "

Dumbledore moved his lips again under Vincent's winking:

"Connelly, the impact of this matter is really too great. The teachers and students of the whole school are more or less involved in it. It is difficult for me to guess their respective thoughts."

It's really not nice to work for nothing.

The key is certain unstable factors.

Lucius is the board member of Hogwarts, if he wants to take advantage of the problem, he will do some tricks behind his back...

"Albus, I understand what you mean." Fudge promised him: "No one will be distracted by this matter, I promise."

Vincent raised his head at this moment, "Mr. Minister, in fact, many of my classmates have played a role."

Of course he won't eat alone.

Share the blessings and share the difficulties.

And with this hint, Fudge should not be as picky as he was last year.

Want something practical?Can.

"Son, I heard you guys want to start a company?"

"Yes, Gwent's company."

Fudge reached out to Umbridge for a blank piece of parchment and a quill, and quickly signed his name on the bottom.

"Albus, with your and my guarantee, I don't think anyone will stop me, right?"

Dumbledore took the parchment and signed his name at the bottom, "Absolutely not, Connelly."

According to formal procedures, Vincent must be an adult if he wants to start a company in the magic world.

However, with the guarantee of the president of the International Federation of Wizards and the British Minister of Magic, the step of finding an agent can be omitted.

And such a guarantee is itself a good publicity.

From this moment on, the expensive wizard card was doomed to fail.

Okay.

Vincent was very ecstatic, which caused Fudge to have a lot of thoughts in his heart.

Young, promising, simple.

At least that's how he and the officials at the Ministry of Magic thought it was.

Well, as an investment in the future...

"Son, I will also send your name to the Wizengamot youth representative selection next year.

Of course, it can only be the British representative. "

Fudge glanced at Dumbledore quietly, found a little displeasure and calmed down.

"Mr. Minister, is this true?" Vincent looked particularly excited.

"I will try my best." Fudge did not hide his admiration on his face, "If the Gwent card has enough influence, I think you will be able to win the second Order of Merlin."

The third class medal for entertainment, the same as Lockhart's.

It's a bit irritating, but it's better than nothing.

Vincent was overwhelmed with excitement, "I really appreciate you, Mr. Minister."

"You deserve it." Fudge quietly glanced at Dumbledore again.

Poaching people face to face, no matter how good-tempered they are, it really makes them a little unhappy.

He just gained a little favor, and didn't ask further about his plans after graduation.

As a qualified politician, it is impossible to offend someone to death, and there must be enough room for concessions.

However, all of this was just wishful thinking on his part.

Vincent never thought of working under someone else's hands.

Hermione and the others knew it, and so did Dumbledore.

Fudge exchanged greetings for another ten minutes, then smiled and refused to see them off, and left with Umbridge and Dawlish.

Not long after their figures disappeared, Vincent hurriedly rubbed his sore little face.

"Professor, is there any other reason for your refusal to be the Minister of Magic?"

Dumbledore skillfully put away his smirk, "The proportion is not a lot, but it is indeed one of them."

It's tiring enough to lie all day long, and you have to pay attention to Voldemort who has disappeared.

"Are you interested?"

"Hermione has it, you can find her."

"Really—" Dumbledore nodded regretfully, "You must be interested in the words of the president of the International Federation of Wizards, right?"

"No, not at all." Vincent's little head shook like a rattle.

It's good to be a dark lord who makes trouble, why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?

He has no masochistic tendencies, nor does he have any particularly grand ambitions.

He just wanted to promote the relationship between wizards and Muggles, and then tell this story in front of his children and grandchildren.

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