This Hogwarts is not normal

When the hearing was about to begin, five invisible figures came to Snape's office.

If nothing else, they have plenty of time.

If there is an accident, two or three hours is enough.

There were a lot of things in the mithril suitcase, and it took Cedric a few minutes to find a key.

The door lock must be equipped with an anti-unlock spell, and the copper-iron alloy key with ductility comparable to mithril can be physically unlocked.

Fred and George stood beside him each with a large buckler.

"Can this thing really withstand black magic?"

"Vincent should have tried." Hermione stretched out her hand uncertainly.

It's cold, not like mithril or silver iron.

"Then here comes the problem—" Rove tapped with the wand in his hand,

"If this thing really works, who did he ask to test the black magic?"

Hermione quickly came up with an excuse: "He's an alchemist, it's normal to have some weird gadgets."

"It's really not surprising." Rove took a deep look at her,

"Anyway, he won't be negatively affected by black magic. It doesn't matter who he asks for the test."

Fred and George both thought of something.

Black magic is a symbol of a dark wizard.

"He might be studying how to counter it." Hermione laughed dryly,

"Professor Dumbledore actually knows a lot about black magic."

Cedric held the key, "We all know that there are some little secrets between you and him, and the reason why you don't tell us is generally known."

Dominate Hogwarts?

From Daphne's joining the Owl Court to today's visit to Aling Glass's house, it can be seen that Vincent intends to develop power.

If it was against Voldemort, there was no need to hide it from them.

Hermione hugged the suitcase tightly, "Vincent should be trying to change those wizards who advocate pure blood supremacy."

She knew that things were far from that simple.

Also a little wizard of Muggle origin, she could feel his dissatisfaction with the wizarding class.

Weasley, Diggory, and Scamander are all famous wizard families, no matter how poor they are, they all belong to the middle and upper class.

Vincent and Hermione can only use all the achievements as promotion channels through continuous hard work.

What about those who are not gifted?

So what really needs to change is most likely the privileges of wizarding families.

Priority employment at work, and network resources in hand.

But even the Minister of Magic will face fierce opposition if he wants to make the situation a little bit better.

Muggle-born Minister Nobby Rich is a good example.

The topic was a bit heavy, and even Fred and George, who were usually smiling, fell silent.

"I personally have no objection." Rove revealed Groot in his arms, "Our family is all magizoologists, and I don't plan to join the Ministry of Magic."

"So are we!"

It is precisely because the Weasley family is close to Muggles that their childhood will become more and more difficult.

Cedric opened his mouth several times, "My father loves me very much, and being a herbalist doesn't depend on anything."

He pretended to be calm and inserted the key into the lock.

"Ka—" The door opened.

"Fortunately, there is no black magic." Rove put down his wand in peace.

Hermione pushed open the door cautiously, "Snape is a professor, you think him too badly."

"No, he was already very bad." Fred lit his wand and went in first with the buckler on his shoulders.

"If we are caught by him now, at least one person will be deducted 50 points."

George followed behind, "Not only that, there must be brutal corporal punishment."

They all tacitly did not continue the topic just now.

Cedric put away the keys and walked slowly into the office with the suitcase.

In the humid and dark environment, there is also a pungent smell of mixed potions in the air.

After putting on the gas mask, Fred and George at the front walked in side by side.

Rove, who came in last, closed the door and turned his back to the four of them.

"Jomgand's venom?" Hermione picked up a bottle of black liquid from the work table and shook it, "I guess there is something else mixed in."

"Take it away~"

She put a total of fifteen small bottles into her white semicircular pocket.

"What about the half-finished product in the crucible?"

"Don't let go of a single drop." Fred turned his head in front of the dilapidated wooden cabinet, "Remember, being kind to your enemy is being cruel to yourself."

Hermione's mouth twitched uncontrollably several times.

To take one is to take, and to take all is to take.

Snape was so narrow-minded, he was afraid that if he took an empty bottle, he would be offended to death.

After thinking about it seriously, she felt that keeping the bed was really kind.

After clearing the workbench, the five of them stood in front of the wooden cabinet with various protective magics applied.

Including Vincent, none of them had actually entered this office.

A few glances from a distance are not enough, so the five of them first cast the Iron Armor Curse together.

"The cabinet must have an anti-unlocking spell." Cedric put on dragon leather gloves, "Then you have to use this thing~"

Gunblade - super powerful enhanced version was held in his hand, "I actually wanted to touch it a long time ago."

The properties of Mithril's affinity for magic allow its blade to be easily inserted into the door of a cabinet.

With a little prying force, all the protective magic that was arranged poured over.

The bucklers that Fred and George were carrying jingled.

Iron-poisoned arrows, magical shocks from destruction, corrosive beams...

Although the round shields of unknown material on both sides resisted hard, they were almost on the verge of being scrapped.

Without automatic repair, it can be sure that it is not Mithril.

Hermione was still studying them carefully as Cedric opened the doors.

High strength, good corrosion resistance, high heat resistance...

"Is this titanium alloy?"

"what!?"

When she was about to popularize science, she found that George was holding a few very familiar small bottles in his hand.

Last Sunday, the principal's office.

What was in the bottle was the memory pulled out with a wand, which seemed to belong to Snape.

"And this!" Cedric held up a small stone disc.

If I remember correctly, this is a Pensieve where you can look back at your memories.

Fred and George looked at each other, "Great harvest!"

Rove, who was watching the wind, also trotted over in a hurry.

The cabinet is full of precious herbs and potions, so the weight of these memories will not be too low.

"The conditions are complete, it's not as good as us..." The twins' proposal is full of temptation.

Although the stone basin can barely squeeze five faces into it, the biggest problem is how to use it.

Hermione squeezed her wand tightly.

When Phineas taught Vincent how to use the Pensieve last Sunday, she had pretty much learned it.

"Miss Know-It-All~ We should be able to help you use this thing, right?"

After the egging object was changed to her, she began to understand Vincent's mood at that time.

If you don't take a look first, even the best things you can find will be boring.

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