This Hogwarts is not normal

The lively atmosphere of the Hog's Head Bar aroused the curiosity of the two sisters working at the Sandara Perenpan Magic Prop Shop next door.

All the children were laughing and talking happily, which was the first time since the Ministry of Magic sent people to the school.

Nagini and Surya closed the shop and decided to join in the fun.

When the two sisters walked into the bar, the twins were encouraging a half-drunk Sirius to have a competition with Vincent.

"Isn't it better than drinking?"

"Then let's arm wrestle." Sirius rolled up his sleeves and got ready.

When he was still little black, the children fed him this and that all day long. He has become big black a long time ago, and now he is even a little fat.

Vincent was also a little drunk and did not refuse the competition.

Nagini and Surya found a place to sit down, and Aberforth came over with a bottle and a glass.

"Aberforth, could he be Black?"

"Shh—don't tell anyone."

The two sisters had long been intrigued by the recent overwhelming news. Now that they had seen the real person, they couldn't say they were disappointed. They could only say they felt cheated.

What about the miserable life we ​​were supposed to live in? Weren't we living in caves and eating rats?

Sirius had a physique that was good enough to arm wrestle with Vincent, so there was no way he looked severely malnourished as described in the notification letter.

Nagini clinked glasses with the two of them, "I finally understand why you British wizards dislike the Ministry of Magic."

Suriya took a sip of wine in agreement, "That's too exaggerated, aren't they afraid of being discovered?"

Aberforth smiled bitterly and shook his head. "As far as I can remember, the British Ministry of Magic has always been like this."

More than a hundred years ago, his sister was bullied by Muggles, and the severe psychological trauma caused eventually turned her into an Obscurial.

His father Percival immediately retaliated with magic and was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

Although telling the truth would save her from being sent to Azkaban, Ariana would be forcibly taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins if she did so.

To put it nicely, it is treatment; to put it bluntly, it is isolation.

In order to deal with the future emergence of the Obscurials and to continue to maintain peace and stability in the wizarding world, they might even use Ariana as an experiment.

Law is the minimum morality, and morality is the lowest bottom line.

However, over the years, Aberforth had witnessed the Ministry of Magic's bottom line being pushed again and again.

It was a miracle among miracles that Sirius was successfully rehabilitated.

If the Dementors had not invaded the campus so many times and caused serious consequences, if the Ministry of Magic had not sent a large number of personnel into the school, leading to the emergence of the Bat Family, they would not have needed to be so eager to create a positive image for themselves.

Is the real murderer the hero he was conferred upon by his own hands? Is the one who escaped from prison innocent?

The truth of that year would have been completely buried, and it would have been impossible for them to admit their mistakes directly like they are doing now.

The topic was a bit heavy, so Aberforth poured the wine and turned his attention to the competition at the bar.

Vincent and Sirius were in a stalemate for nearly two minutes, their wrists clasped together moving very little, almost just slight tremors.

"Dude, you can't lose to an old man."

"That's right, if you lose, the girls in school will cry."

Fred and George looked like they were enjoying a good show.

Unfortunately, their verbal interference did not have any effect.

"Dahei, you have to work hard too!"

"If you lose to an underage wizard, those rich ladies in your fan club will definitely not let you go."

Sirius was visibly shaken.

"Oh my~ Our Mr. Charmer is going to win~"

"Wait a minute, I need to record this scene."

The twins actually pulled out a small handheld alchemical camera from their pockets.

Each person has one camera, and the camera is pointed at the faces of the two people competing.

Vincent was fine, but Sirius could no longer hold it in.

"Can you two little brats be quiet?"

"Can't~"

Vincent and Sirius looked at each other and then let go at the same time.

The twins immediately became anxious.

"No, keep going."

"Today you two must decide the winner, otherwise..."

Without saying a word, Vincent reached out and clamped George's big forehead under his armpit.

Sirius put his big hands on Fred's shoulders.

"Help~"

After a simple cleanup, everything finally calmed down.

The arm wrestling competition ended in a draw.

But if it really came down to deciding who was the winner, it was actually Sirius, who was almost twice as old - or should I say exactly twice as old, who lost.

After a short interlude, the drunkenness was almost gone.

Only then did Vincent notice the arrival of Nagini and Surya.

Sirius also became curious about the two.

Aberforth, who was known to be taciturn, was actually sitting with others, and they were even two witches, one old and one young, with oriental faces.

Could it be the old lover and daughter?

"This is Nagini, and the one next to her is her sister Surya."

"Ah?" Sirius was stunned.

Not mother and daughter, but sisters?

And the young and beautiful one is the elder sister?

Vincent nodded at Daphne who came over to greet the sisters.

"Nagini was also a victim of the blood curse before. During the time she completely lost her mind and turned into a snake, her body remained unchanged."

Sirius Black certainly knew about the curse inherited from the Greengrass family, but he was a little surprised that such an evil curse also existed in Southeast Asia.

"I'm only able to wake up thanks to Vincent."

"He also helped to resolve the curse on my sister."

Nagini and Daphne looked at Vincent with gratitude.

Sirius was surprised again.

Vincent can even resolve an evil curse like the Blood Curse, so his attainments in black magic must be very high.

But there was not a single trace left on his body, not even a noticeable effect.

Peter Pettigrew only used a few black magic amplifying blasting spells and he became a different person. The once timid man dared to bomb the British Museum crazily in order to escape without caring about his life.

Seeing Sirius frowning, Harry whispered something in his ear.

It turns out that he is a natural master of brain occlumency. No wonder he has not been eroded by them despite his high attainments in black magic.

Harry added a few more words later, and Sirius's eyes changed when he looked at Vincent.

It was an anxious and hopeful look.

As Nagini and Surya went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for everyone, Vincent winked at Sirius.

The two of them quietly came to the outside of the Hog's Head Bar.

After finding a secluded place, Sirius got straight to the point: "Can you lend me the Resurrection Stone? I'll agree to whatever you ask for."

He lived with endless regret for 12 years. If it weren't for Harry, he would have been tortured crazy by the Dementors.

"Sure." Vincent agreed promptly.

Sirius looked a little excited, "What are your terms?"

"No conditions."

He paused for a moment, "You don't have any conditions?"

Vincent nodded very seriously, "Strictly speaking, I am not the owner of the Resurrection Stone. I am just keeping it temporarily."

The Resurrection Stone is a family heirloom of the Gaunt family. Since someone needs to use it to resolve their emotional grievances, it would be too utilitarian to negotiate conditions.

Sirius could feel the kindness released by Vincent, "Thank you, if you need help with anything in the future, or if you get into any trouble, you can come to me."

By repaying kindness with kindness, the two of them had a great change in their views of each other.

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