This Hogwarts is not normal

When Fred and George returned to the cemetery, several flames suddenly appeared on the ground in front of the monument in the central square.

They quickly followed the fuse and surrounded the kneeling Peter Pettigrew. With a "crackling" sound, the entire Godric's Hollow was instantly illuminated.

In the light that looks like a ball of fire, there are gorgeous fireworks exploding.

Fred and George at the cemetery were excited.

"I told you to use blasting spells, but you're in for it this time."

"We'll have to get more next time and make a bigger one."

The continuous explosions of fireworks quickly attracted the stationed Aurors.

They didn't dare get too close and cast the spell from a distance.

The crazy fireworks faded away in the blink of an eye, and Godric's Hollow returned to darkness again.

The smell of burning spread in all directions, and countless small holes appeared under the thick smoke in front of the monument.

The Aurors walked over with their wands raised, and the worries in their hearts gradually disappeared.

Peter Pettigrew was still kneeling, his whole body was black, and his clothes seemed to be stuck to his skin due to the burns.

An Auror reached out and probed his nose, "Alive!"

I can finally rest assured.

As long as the person is still alive, it doesn’t matter how miserable he looks.

Just minor scalds and burns, nothing fatal.

The Aurors gave some treatment, set up an anti-invasion spell around and left.

Fred and George, who witnessed the whole process, were thinking about it in their minds.

Hermione came up to the two of them, "Go back? Or continue?"

"Go back first."

"Yes, we'll come back tomorrow."

The corner of her mouth twitched, "You must not kill people."

"Don't worry, we are measured."

The twins' assurances were completely unconvincing.

Hermione thought for a moment, "Count me in tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Lest you not know the importance of the matter."

With her around, Peter Pettigrew's life would indeed be protected.

But that's about it.

For several days in a row, the Aurors at Godric's Hollow could always hear noises, big or small, in the middle of the night.

First there were fireworks and stench, then bugs and corrosive liquids, and yesterday there was a swarm of rats.

Peter Pettigrew's entire body was bitten to pieces, with almost no inch of skin intact.

Fortunately, he managed to get through it all. Although his condition got worse day by day, at least his life was not in danger.

Ministry of Magic,

Mrs. Peter is here again.

Unlike her previous daily requests, this time she did not go to Fudge, but knelt directly in front of the magical brother fountain in the foyer.

"I beg you... please let my son go..."

Mrs. Peter, with a haggard face and tears in her eyes, pressed her head against the marble floor.

"He's already... He's no longer human anymore... When are you going to let him go?"

The lady in charge of reception ran to the minister's office at a loss.

When Fudge heard this, he just said indifferently: "Leave it to Rufus, he will handle it properly."

In less than 5 minutes, Mrs. Peter was "asked" to leave the Ministry of Magic by the Aurors.

As a mother, she naturally couldn't bear to see her son suffer.

He has been sentenced to death, why torture him like this?

Can't you just give me a quick death?

Another week passed, and Peter Pettigrew's miserable condition could no longer be described in words.

His skin was either scalded or burned, highly corroded, or covered with pustules. His hair and teeth were all gone. The only part of his face that looked better was completely unrecognizable.

Criminals have no human rights or dignity. This is the reality of the British wizarding world.

Mrs. Peter hasn't come to the Ministry of Magic to beg since the day before yesterday.

It's not that I gave up, but that I was hospitalized.

Her mental state was very bad, no different from those patients tortured by the Cruciatus Curse at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, except that she would occasionally be lucid for a short period of time.

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In mid-May, the nights in Godric's Hollow finally quieted down.

As the final exams are approaching, it’s time to focus on studying.

There are OWLs exams in the fifth year, which are the Ordinary Wizarding Level exams.

Unlike Fred and George who had to cram at the last minute, Vincent and Hermione had already completed all the courses from third to seventh grade.

Not to mention the OWLs exams, he could even face the NEWTs ultimate wizard level qualification exam with ease.

Unfortunately, Hogwarts does not have a system for skipping grades. No matter how fast or how much you learn, you still have to stay for seven years.

The problem of interference between magic base stations and electronic signals was finally solved.

Changing the magic signal into dot matrix transmission can not only completely separate it from the wave-like electronic signal, but can even ignore all existing space isolation type magic.

If you want to block the transmission of magic signals, you have to develop a new magic specifically for this purpose.

However, to develop this new magic, we must first thoroughly understand the principle of signal transmission by the magic base station, and then construct targeted anti-transmission magic.

But it is made based on alchemy and also uses a lot of principles of Muggle technology.

Dumbledore might be able to rely on his powerful magic to forcibly block it, but the other wizards will have to start their research from scratch.

Dot matrix transmission not only solves the interference problem, but also greatly improves the signal coverage.

Just one unit has a range of nearly 10 miles, over 15 kilometers.

The only thing left to do is to solve the last challenge: supporting the number of users who can connect simultaneously.

Since the wizarding world is not as densely populated as the Muggles, transmission quality can be prioritized.

May 5st, late at night.

Vincent placed a magic base station in the Scottish Highlands.

He and Hermione Apparated to a place 10 kilometers away and turned on the magic communicators on their wrists.

When a clear and colorful picture is projected in front of you, it means that another epoch-making great invention has been born.

Hermione looked at the excited Vincent in the magic projection and subconsciously raised a sweet smile.

"When do you plan to officially release it to the public?"

"Those old guys from the Alchemy Association haven't made any moves yet. I want to use this thing to test their reaction."

If inexpensive and high-quality alchemical products are still within the tolerable range, the alchemical puppet can be regarded as opening up a new market, and the epoch-making product such as the magic communicator is enough to shake the foundation of traditional alchemy.

The two-sided mirror, which was of no use but had a high price, would have to be completely eliminated. It would have to be swept into the garbage dump of history along with a large number of traditional alchemical props made according to the principle of material conversion.

As Hermione listened to Vincent's plans for the future, she imagined a particularly beautiful picture in her mind.

Wizards no longer wear conservative clothing or live in dark houses filled with stereotypes.

Their quality of life is better than that of Muggles, and they are surrounded by various alchemical products that far surpass contemporary technology.

Alchemical puppets are used to do the dirty work, and entertainment includes various devices equipped with magic projection functions. Magic can be cast without even a wand, and there are also many simpler and more convenient ways to travel.

The high-tech future world imagined by Muggles is called "cyberpunk", and Hermione believes that the future world she imagines should be "magic punk".

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