This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1098 Vincent Under Surveillance

It has been more than three months since the "attack" on Rookwood, and the British Ministry of Magic has long since emerged from the heavy atmosphere of grief.

The lady at the reception counter was very busy because there were so many wizards who came to verify the authenticity of last night's live broadcast that there was a long line in the entire lobby.

Vincent was quickly recognized and many wizards, especially reporters, gathered around him.

"Mr. Wayne, what do you think of the Ministry's response this morning?"

"Mr. Wayne, I heard that the Ministry of Magic interrupted the live broadcast last night, and you later restored it through technical means. Is this true?"

"Mr. Wayne..."

Vincent's answer was nothing more than "no comment".

I don’t know who secretly started the live broadcast, but when he entered the elevator, he actually received a call from his parents.

After a brief chat, he opened the dubidubi video platform, where many wizards were broadcasting live the situation in the magic department hall.

Rita was also live, but her content was a frame-by-frame analysis of last night's duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Vincent turned off the projection screen of the magic communicator and said, "Professor McGonagall, it seems we will have to go through the back door later."

The era of self-media in the wizarding world has already taken shape. Any wizard with a little fame may be hunted down and intercepted, not to mention that they come to the Ministry of Magic as witnesses.

If you come across an anchor who has no moral integrity and no bottom line, he will do anything to gain followers.

“Hmph—” Draco tilted his head and almost pointed his nose at Vincent, “Are you scared by such a small scene? Wayne, you are getting more and more timid.”

Vincent rolled his eyes and said, "You are so brave, you are amazing, but you must remember to go through the main entrance."

Draco glared back and was about to fight back when the elevator door opened.

Although the second underground floor of the Ministry of Magic is the same as before, the walls, floors and ceilings of this entire floor have been specially reinforced with magic.

Not to mention a suicide maniac like Rookwood, even if there were ten of them, it would be impossible to collapse this floor.

McGonagall led the three of them out of the elevator and into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

As Vincent expected, this confession was just a formality.

You ask questions and I answer them, but the questions you ask are all meaningless.

"Mr. Wayne, how are your academic performance?"

“All excellent.”

"So what do you do in your free time at school?"

"Reading books, developing new alchemical tools, and teaching students how to fight..."

After a series of questions, Vincent felt like he was just there to chat about family matters.

After recording his statement, he just walked out the door and "accidentally" ran into Fudge.

"What a coincidence, Vincent, would you like to come and sit in my office?"

Since the Minister of Magic invited him personally, we should give him some respect.

Vincent explained to Magg, then quietly followed Fudge in the elevator to the upper floor.

There was a slight change in the minister's office, with some more magical equipment confiscated from the Fairy Guild as decorations.

If it wasn't intentional, the fact that he dared to display it so blatantly showed that Fudge didn't care whether the goblins would have any opinions.

Vincent was not intimidated at all. He sat opposite Fudge very calmly.

"how do you feel?"

Vincent looked at everything in the room. "It's good. It shows the status and power of the Minister of Magic."

Fudge put away the false smile on his face, "No, I mean the situation at the Ministry of Magic."

Vincent half-closed his eyes, revealing a hint of laziness and comfort, "Escaping from reality."

Fudge shook his head in disappointment. "I'm not like you. I have a lot of things to consider."

Politicians' mouths are lies, and they always have excuses to explain their inaction.

Did Fudge really not know what harm Voldemort's return would bring to the British wizarding world? No, he knew it very well, but he still chose to hide it.

He was disappointed in Vincent, and so was Vincent.

"Mr. Minister, it must be hard to keep up the false peace, right?"

Fudge's eyes widened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, "This is my duty."

Vincent's face showed obvious disgust. "That's why I hate politicians. I still like the feeling of freedom."

Fudge sighed softly, "That's a shame. The Ministry has decided to cover up this incident at all costs."

Vincent raised the corner of his mouth, his smile was a little devilish, as if he saw through everything, "I know, Mr. Minister, thank you for telling me."

Hermione's concerns were correct. Instead, he was curious about how unscrupulous people who were blinded by the desire for power could be.

"It's getting late." Vincent stood up. "Mr. Minister, I should go back."

Despite the huge conflict between the two sides, Fudge stood up and walked him to the door.

After quietly leaving the Ministry of Magic, Vincent did not return to school immediately, but walked aimlessly in the center of London.

He would occasionally glance casually at the tall buildings on both sides, and when passing by Westminster Abbey, he pretended to walk in casually.

A figure quickly followed, and the moment he passed through the door, his voice rang out from behind him: "Why are you responsible for monitoring me?"

The man turned around suddenly and looked at Vincent who was leaning against the door with a wry smile, "Wayne, when did you find me?"

Vincent looked at the Welsh vest, shorts and flip-flops look, "Since I left the Ministry."

Wales was a little embarrassed by his gaze, "Don't get me wrong, I'm wearing this outfit so I can better perform my mission."

It wasn't that hot in London at the end of June, but vests, shorts and flip-flops were still very common.

Vincent's mouth curled up slightly, "Well, it would be difficult for other wizards to find you."

Wales looked even more embarrassed.

The target had discovered him at the very beginning of the surveillance mission. However, it would be unusual for Vincent Wayne, who had been able to fool the Aurors last year and whose magical skills were hidden, not to be discovered.

Wales seemed to relax at this thought. "Since you've already discovered it, why don't you continue pretending?"

Vincent changed his posture and leaned against the door, stroking his chin with his fingers, with a cynical tone, "Don't get me wrong, I just came to say hello to an acquaintance."

Wales raised an eyebrow, "Why do I feel like you have some conspiracy?"

"Ha..." Vincent laughed loudly, "The Ministry of Magic has sent people to monitor me. If there is any conspiracy, it must be you who started it first."

“……”Wales was speechless.

The Ministry of Magic certainly had no good intentions in monitoring Vincent, and personally speaking, he was actually somewhat resistant to this task.

Although he and Vincent used to be enemies, after the Death Eaters' attack on the camp last year, he also came to admire Vincent a little.

He stood up to the wizards when they were in the most pain and helpless. How bad could such a person be?

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