This Hogwarts is not normal

Daphne can't interfere with her parents' decisions.

Not just Astoria's business, but her own as well.

Restman and Sigley instilled in her the various ways of dealing with things that a pureblood should have from an early age.

The friends you make must meet your status;

Even if it is a dialogue, you must put yourself in the right position;

Eyes must be high enough;

Can't make friends with worthless people;

Peel away the appearance to discover the truth...

Originally, she planned to go home for Christmas to solve the problem. Although the plan fell through, she discovered the truth about her parents.

Without the mountain of the Blood Curse pressing on their heads, they really weren't extreme people.

"Thank you, Wayne."

Vincent stopped hiccupping halfway.

"Just don't blame me for breaking the agreement."

Daphne shook her head lightly, "It's not just about Astoria, but also about my parents."

Her eyes were particularly clear, "I know you have other plans, not just what Hermione told me."

The other four stopped moving.

Under the gaze of six pairs of big eyes, Vincent raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He knew that his friends would definitely guess what he was going to do, but he didn't expect it to be so early in advance.

"The wizarding family bound by interests is very similar to the feudal nobles of our Muggles.

Privileged and difficult to manage, not even the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards can shake their position. "

There are many ways to destroy this intricate network of relationships, and it is enough to have absolute power like Dumbledore.

But he has no intention of changing the status quo, and he is particularly afraid of losing himself again, the self he found only at a heavy price.

Rove frowned, "You want to subvert this system that has lasted for more than 300 years?"

The birth of the Ministry of Magic is bound to be inseparable from the support of pure-blood wizards.

In the appointment of ministers, there is a big problem with democratic elections.

Muggles who have stepped into the modern society have shady scenes, and it is impossible for the wizarding world as a whole to be like the Middle Ages.

In 1962, just after Secretary Norby Leach took office, several of the oldest Wizengamot members resigned in protest.

Then, in 1968, Secretary Leach was forced out of office after contracting a mysterious illness.

Abraxas Malfoy's unharmed after the fact is absurd.

Is it really a rumor?

"I can't let go of the power in my hand, and I can't let go of the interests in front of me—"

Fred and George straightened their chests.

Although they didn't take the initiative, their Weasley family had neither power nor interests, and in some places they were even inferior to ordinary wizarding families.

Malfoy, Parkinson, Flint, Lestrange, etc., all have ancestors who have been ministers of magic.

Even though there are a few who are very unpopular, there is such a history after all.

Their father, Arthur Weasley, was not a high-ranking official, and the whole family was more interested in power than Percy.

Vincent shook his head quite speechlessly, "I'm not trying to subvert the system, I just want to speed up the process."

Leaving aside the real purpose, just the return of Voldemort is likely to cause a turmoil.

With the cover of pure-blooded gentlemen, no matter sneak attack or frontal attack, it can be carried out perfectly.

The current minister, Fudge, is no fool. He has been squeezing these time bombs since he took office.

But he is just a politician, and he will try his best to cover up some serious vicious incidents during his term of office.

Not to mention Voldemort, Vincent dared to use the Ministry of Magic as a dungeon in a few years.

Especially after witnessing the daytime hearings.

Daphne pursed her lips, as if she had made up her mind, "Wayne, I will definitely convince my parents."

The current situation of the Greengrass family is very embarrassing.

If Vincent hadn't visited today, he might have paid a heavy price for reintegrating into the circle.

"I believe in Uncle Restman and Aunt Sigley." Vincent moved his gaze to the full lunch box,

"If they had thought the same way as that group of people, they would have desperately joined the Death Eaters."

For the sake of Astoria, the Greengrass couple will not take risks.

Cedric swallowed the food in his mouth, "Our Gwent brand will be released next Thursday, and you don't want to advertise as much as they do. Do you have any better ideas?"

"Traditional advertising is expensive, not effective, and not very creative."

Hermione worried: "Then how are you going to win this first battle?"

"Wait for Mrs. Zabini to make a move." Vincent raised his mouth slightly,

"If we beat their wizard card with an easy gesture, there should be more Slytherin students joining the Court of Owls."

Fred and George smirked. "Thursday is too tough. The old bat won't let us take it easy."

Snape was still principled.

He targeted the six little ones, and the other students were basically the same as before.

"Weasley, are you a potion made from big dung eggs?"

The color is quite normal, and there is no special smell.

The professor said there is, and there is no;

The professor said no, yes and no.

This is the rule of the Potions class, and points will be deducted for disobedience.

"20 points for bad appearance - 30 points for bad smell..."

Cedric, who kept a low profile and pretended to be innocent, was careless. When he turned off the fire, he was two seconds late, and he was also deducted 10 points.

After class, Snape also deducted 50 points from Fred and George for possessing "contraband items".

on Tuesday.

Rove was cautious throughout the whole process, but in the end he was deducted 10 points for lack of heat.

Fortunately, he didn't go to the Forbidden Forest to play with the cuties, otherwise he would have been detained even more.

Killing crazy, Snape killing crazy.

A phantom-like ghostly figure suddenly appeared and deducted points for a reason.

The Weasley twins, who hadn't played any tricks for three days, were starting to despair.

They don't want to live a second in such a dreadful life.

Wednesday morning,

Second year Potions class.

Snape finally hit the nail on the head.

Vincent's swelling potion was perfect, nothing like the first time it was made.

"It's no use being clever, Wayne."

With a long tail, he floated in front of Hermione like a puff of smoke.

Regardless of the color, smell or weight, they are all exactly the same as those in the textbook.

"A scripted nerd."

After losing two games in a row at the beginning, the mood was extremely bad.

The second grade course is still easy, why don't you teach Felicia in the next class?

His face was torn, regardless of whether Dumbledore had any objections.

But this material...

"Potter, come to my office after class!"

Snape exuded low air pressure, and left the classroom like a ghost.

After all, it is "true love", so when you are in a bad mood, of course you should look for Harry.

Under the sneering laughter of Draco and the others, Harry hurriedly grabbed his textbook and followed.

"Poor Pote will be deducted points again~"

"Oh, will it break the record of the day before yesterday?"

Although they don't know what happened, it doesn't prevent them from gloating.

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