This Hogwarts is not normal

The more famous Muggle-born Vincent is and the more honors he receives, the faster the so-called pure-blood supremacy will collapse.

Mag felt the uncontrollable excitement and small excitement from his eyes.

"Mr. Wayne, I hope you don't live out those unrealistic fantasies."

"Very practical, professor~" Vincent rubbed his little face lightly, putting on a harmless expression,

"You are the third officially registered Animagus in this century, and you will definitely be able to teach the eighth."

"Eighth?" Mag raised his eyebrows lightly.

"I heard that Professor Snape lost six mature mandrake leaves. Are they really here with you?"

"How is it possible?" Vincent knew that Snape was not going to give up.

In the mithril suitcase, and not with him,

"Professor, I have an alibi."

Not guilty at all, quite at ease.

Mag pursed his lips again, "Animagus is the greatest achievement of Transfiguration.

But once you lose yourself in animal form, you will never be able to turn back into a normal human being. "

Same effect as the Blood Curse.

Perhaps this terrible curse was invented on the principles of the Animagus, or it could be the other way around.

Vincent was extremely firm, "Professor, I believe in myself and even more in your guidance."

"Thank you for your trust." The corner of Mag's mouth rose slightly,

"If you can master the transformation of the human body before the end of this school year, I will guide you to complete the transformation of Animagus from the next school year."

From the end of November to the end of June, a total of 11 months.

Rita can do it, there's no reason he can't.

"I won't let you down."

In the next few days, whenever Mag is free, Vincent will come to her office to practice.

The club's activity room is not visited much, and the sales of Gwent are not much concerned.

Black Swan Activity Room.

"Look at today's newspaper!" Draco raised his face, "This is what my father can do!"

Master Lucius paid a lot of money to hire three well-known alchemists in the industry, and successfully created a wizard card pool with impeccable appearance and functions.

20 coin inlets are not enough points, and the atmosphere point is directly 100.

Silver and gold colors have no appearance, only platinum, diamonds and emeralds can show the status of pure blood.

According to the information inquired by a well-known reporter, someone has already offered a sky-high price of 200 Galleons to buy the top-notch Emerald Wizard card.

The wizards who bought it at a discount on the first day made crazy money.

With a return of 200 times, there are many people who regret it.

The black swan was grinning, and the owl court was a little flustered.

After coming to the activity room after a long time, Vincent was immediately blocked by Fred and George.

"Dude, do you know the sales of Gwent today?"

"There should be 2000."

"No, not even 1000."

If the wizard card is going to compete on price, sales will definitely be affected.

Although it is a bit bigger than expected, it is acceptable until I see today's newspaper.

"Hey - so shameless?"

The twins were not in the mood to joke, but Vincent put down the newspaper with a smile,

"Self-directed and self-acted to increase the value of the second-hand market, let others take over in the end."

His dull expression made the two of them more nervous than the other.

"Dude, we're going to lose!"

"Calm down, it won't affect the final result."

"But if you don't do something else, the black swan will really turn into a black swan!"

"Then they'll die faster."

Buy the Ministry of Magic with the Galleons you earned, and then completely suppress the matter?

Vincent wished they did.

Better come back a few more times and smack Fudge and the Ministry of Magic so a new magical government can be formed.

It's a pity that a fool can't be the Minister of Magic.

It is courageous to be able to suppress it once, but the second time is afraid that Dumbledore's reputation will not dare.

But regardless of success or failure, it was ordinary wizards who were injured.

Even if they knew it was a scam, they were just falling into even crazier greed, or trying their best to get others to take over.

Wizard cards have always been used to make money.

There is no free lunch in the world, and this kind of hard-to-mouth lunch is even more impossible.

"Insidious and vicious!"

"Despicable and shameless!"

All the bad adjectives were scolded from Fred and George successively.

Once the scam starts, no one can stop it.

Vincent deeply remembers a proverb from his previous life:

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing one's parents.

Good intentions are regarded as malice, and malice are regarded as good intentions.

He didn't dare to do this, and he never cared that the gentlemen under his feet dared.

"Can't you stop them?"

"Mrs. Zabini sent me a whole set of wizard cards, and I will be treated as a vested interest."

Fred and George went out cursing.

It seems that they are going to come back from other places for revenge.

Vincent sat down quietly, flipping through a textbook for medical students published by a Muggle publishing house.

Although magic is idealistic, the higher the familiarity with the human body, the more it will definitely work when it is actually transformed.

This is just the beginning, and other animals must have a general understanding to reduce the risk of Animagus going berserk and out of control.

"Are you really not worried?" Hermione sat abruptly across from him.

"Isn't it good to further exacerbate class antagonism?"

"You—you seem to have changed."

Vincent stopped turning the pages,

"Let's not talk about whether my little famous wizard can successfully stop the masters. If a similar situation happens next time, do you think I should continue to stop?"

Hermione pursed her lips, "But if we let it go, countless tragedies will definitely happen."

"I'm not the savior." He turned the textbook to the next page,

"I can't save them, and I have no obligation to save them."

"But--"

"No but, people have to pay for their mistakes.

If you want to blame, blame those who deceived them, and yourself who easily choose to believe. "

Hermione left with her head down.

If it was a public enemy like Voldemort, Vincent rushed forward without saying a word.

Desperately, she sat back opposite Daphne, wanting to complain but couldn't say anything.

"What the hell did he say?"

"I do not know what to say."

After bumping and bumping for ten minutes, I finally restored the conversation just now.

Daphne took her little hand, "It's tiring to live like Professor Dumbledore. I don't think Vincent is wrong."

"Is it my fault?" Hermione pursed her lips tightly, trying to suppress the feeling of powerlessness deep in her heart.

"No, none of you are wrong."

The world is not black and white, but gray in between.

If Dumbledore symbolizes absolute whiteness, then Voldemort symbolizes absolute blackness.

She raised her head under Daphne's concerned eyes, "Thank you, I feel much better."

The gradually firm eyes seem to be eager to prove something.

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