This Hogwarts is not normal

Fill the Pensieve with memories, give it a few stirs with the wand, and sink your head in.

Simple is quite simple, complex and indeed complex.

The angle and speed of pouring memory, the direction and strength of stirring, the position and order of burying the head, etc., all need to be carefully considered by Hermione.

George curled his lips disapprovingly, "Didn't the most unpopular principal say that it depends on your feelings."

Fred also had a similar expression, "Vincent succeeded on the first try, you are no worse than him."

Self-confidence has risen a little bit, but I'm still not 100% sure.

Hermione No.20 stirred the air in front of her with her wand six times, "This is a Pensieve, what if we can't get out?"

"Please continue." Cedric was stuffing things into the suitcase, "We all believe that you can do it."

After Rove comforted her a few words, he packed the boxes with them.

It's not that he couldn't learn it, but that he didn't want to learn it at all.

Precious alchemy props like the Pensieve cannot be obtained with Gold Galleons.

The relationship between his grandfather and Nicole Flamel is not difficult, but this thing is useless for the study of magical creatures.

Watch Memories of Cuties and Big Cuties?

It's better than face-to-face communication!

"Seriously, do you know you can't learn?"

Rove blushed, "Nonsense! I'm a well-known magizoologist in the future, and I don't want to waste on these things!"

"Oh~" Fred and George nodded exaggeratedly.

The red-faced Rove ignored the two of them.

The twins high-fived each other as if they were victorious.

Hermione finally succeeded in convincing herself when things were almost packed.

She didn't do it on purpose, she just couldn't help herself.

If they were not allowed to go, Vincent would take them too.

It's the same sooner or later, and the memory in the bottle won't run away with long legs.

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Coming out of the Ministry of Magic, through a dilapidated alley, the bustling streets of central London are outside.

It's mid-November, and Muggles are all wearing warmer clothes.

Rita, who only wears bright-colored fur coats all year round, is mixed in, and she doesn't feel much disobedience.

On the contrary, Vincent in the thin shirt seemed a bit out of place.

Before walking into a sparsely populated soda shop, he took out a sharp-edged metal nugget from his pocket,

"Miss Skeeter, do you need this?"

Rita shook her head, "Mr. Wayne, I just need one big news that can ignite me."

"You won't be disappointed." Vincent sat with her near the window.

Then, under the surprised eyes of the clerk, he ordered two extra-large strawberry ice creams.

Young people are in good health, no wonder they are attracted by mature aunts—big sisters.

"Do you want to know the secret of Tom's immortality?"

"I—" Rita's rising excitement subsided instantly.

A secret is a secret because not many people know it.

If she finds out, and writes an article and publishes it...

"Mr. Wayne, I am very sincere."

Vincent tapped the table with his fingertips, "I know who gave Lockhart that notebook, and I also know that you are not eligible to be on Tom's must-kill list."

"Should I be honored?" Rita, parched, drew her wand and cast a common confusion spell on the clerk.

Vincent did not condemn her actions.

Even if the "Muggle Protection Act" has been implemented, wizards can still cast magic at will.

As long as you don't get caught on the spot, any decree is like waste paper.

Rita hesitated for a moment, then reached out to scoop a large spoonful into her mouth.

It's not so heart-breaking, but it does calm the mind a lot.

"Those who escaped trial 12 years ago?"

"The most generous one."

She went down with another big spoonful.

Big news, absolutely big news.

If it was revealed that Malfoy was still involved with Voldemort, and if it was done properly...

No, the promotion of these fame means completely standing on the opposite side of them.

"I've already told you what you need." Vincent gently scooped up a small scoop of ice cream, "If the amount is still not enough—"

Rita swallowed quickly, "Enough, really enough."

The secret of Voldemort's immortality is tempting, but it's big news that requires risking one's life.

She doesn't want to die yet, "Mr. Wayne, let's start today's interview."

"Please ask."

Perhaps it was due to the small portion of ice cream, or perhaps due to Vincent's pressure, the entire interview went smoothly this time.

There are no sharp questions, no sarcasm and misleading.

"What do you think the final outcome of the trial will be?"

"It can only be life imprisonment like Quirinus Quirrell."

The dream lover in the eyes of many witches, Gilderoy Lockhart, who was once as dazzling as a star, finally fell.

He showed up at the right time and was a perfect scapegoat.

He already had a criminal record, but he encountered such unlucky things again.

"One last question—" Rita put down her quill. "This is a private question that only you and I know."

Vincent nodded, "Ask."

"Why would Daphne Greengrass join your club?"

It was a wise decision not to make Lucius and the diary public.

Malfoy is a family with a history of more than 900 years, and no one knows exactly how many cards they have.

"It's a secret between me and her."

Rita closed her little notebook without interest.

Exposing the identity of the illegal Animagus is over, and getting revenge from the Malfoy family is also over.

Of course she knew that Vincent was playing cards for herself, to prevent the risk of going through Azkaban in advance, and to completely fall to the enemy one day.

"May I ask, who did Mr. Wayne learn this from?"

"My mentor." Vincent glanced out the window, "He is a great wizard."

Nicole Flamel is indeed great.

Rita squinted at the half ice cream that had completely melted in front of her.

There is big news, but it seems not.

She is not reconciled, very unwilling.

"Maybe you can change the angle and deliberately create a connection between Lockhart and Quirrell."

A newly rising evil force?

"Thank you for your suggestion." Of course Rita knew the audience's taste.

The more outrageous the description and the more mysterious the introduction, the more they like it.

"Mr. Wayne, you seem to be dating someone else?"

"you guessed right."

Although he was curious about who came, Vincent definitely didn't want others to know.

A mysterious person that a rookie in the magic world meets alone...

It's okay to turn into a little beetle and eavesdrop, she hasn't forgotten the shadow of last year.

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