This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1110 The Perfect Tool

The news that Dumbledore was removed from the position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards was an unprecedented bombshell for the wizarding world. His live broadcast duel with Voldemort had allowed all wizards to witness his strength with their own eyes. Even if he lost power in the Confederation, he was undoubtedly the most powerful wizard in the world.

This title is real and cannot be revoked by fabricating evidence.

The wizards who believe in him will continue to believe in him, and there are certainly those who do not believe in him. They include pure-blood supremacists, those who simply don't like him, and those who, like Fudge, are unwilling to face reality.

In the first week of summer vacation, many small-scale conflicts broke out in various parts of the British wizarding community. The wizards initially discussed whether Voldemort had returned, and later the conflicts escalated from physical clashes to magical confrontations.

The already troubled British Ministry of Magic was hit even harder, but most of the senior executives, led by Fudge, could accept this result.

Compared to being driven out of office by angry people, this little trouble is nothing.

Vincent stayed at home for the whole week. He wanted to go out for some fresh air, but the Auror who was monitoring him was replaced by someone else, John Dawlish, an elite Auror who was responsible for protecting the top officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Dawlish has a high level of magic and is very loyal to the Ministry of Magic. He can be seen as a super-enhanced version of Wales. He will never fail in any mission assigned by Fudge.

But this time he met Vincent, a ruthless guy who openly opened the window for him to monitor.

10X24 hours later, Wales was replaced again.

The two had just finished changing shifts on the rooftop of the opposite building when Vincent arrived.

"Merlin's beard!" Wales was so scared that he almost cast a spell on him.

Vincent pushed away the wand pointed at him, "Why is it you again? Is there no one left in the Ministry of Magic?"

Wales put away his wand indignantly, "Something happened in Diagon Alley. Malfoy and the others were fighting with Black."

"what?"

He seemed to be hesitant to speak, "Wayne, tell me the truth, is the mysterious man really back?"

Vincent looked at him with disdain, "The fact that you can ask this question means that you already have the answer in your mind."

Wales smiled bitterly and looked at the Auror badge of the Ministry of Magic on his chest. The tip of the wand on it was a sharp spear head, reminding them all the time to fight against the evil forces of darkness.

And now the Aurors are actually resolving conflicts among wizards, which goes against his original dream of protecting the wizarding world.

"Really... He's back..."

Wales looked up. "But why, why does the Ministry keep denying it?"

Vincent could see the disappointment on his face. He turned his back and looked at the bustling Oxford Street below. "I was right about you. You are not a perfect tool like Dawlish."

Wales clenched his fist and waved it heavily in the air. "The enemy of us Aurors should be dark forces like You-Know-Who. What on earth are the top brass doing?"

"What else can I do?" Vincent spread his hands. "Of course, they are thinking about the positions under their buttocks. Once something is done wrong, there is only one way to go."

Wales' face was filled with indignation, but he soon became dejected, "I finally understand why you pretended to be Batman to deal with us last year."

This is a struggle, a struggle against power.

Vincent turned around and smiled at him, "I've been staying at home for so long. Now that you are responsible for monitoring me, I can finally go outside and get some fresh air."

Wales rolled his eyes. "Our job is to keep an eye on you to see if you've done anything illegal, not to stop you from leaving."

Vincent tilted his head and gave him a bigger eye roll in response, "I don't trust that Dawlish. Who knows if he will frame me."

“……” Wales was speechless.

He was happy about Vincent's trust, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

If it was a year ago, he would definitely not believe that Dalishi would frame him.

"Okay, go wherever you want, but don't try to get rid of me like you did last time."

“Pfft—” Vincent couldn’t help laughing. “I heard that you broke your broom. If there wasn’t a forest below, you would still be lying in the hospital, right?”

Wales' face flushed instantly. "Who told you that? I had a feeling that the broom was going to break, so I chose to make an emergency landing in the forest."

Vincent laughed even louder. "Okay, okay, I won't turn on the sound of the night last time. It did make things difficult for you."

After saying that, he went to the other side of the roof and jumped down, landing lightly in an empty alley opposite his home.

Seeing this, Wales had no choice but to jump down as well.

"Hey! Wayne, you just used a dampening spell, didn't you?"

Vincent walked towards the garage at home and turned back to shrug. "I didn't bring my wand with me, and no one saw me when I came down. It doesn't count as a violation of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, right?"

Wales rushed forward angrily, "But you abused magic!"

Vincent went right past him and asked, "Do you have any evidence?"

Evidence? Vincent had already reached adulthood, the heddles on his wand had been removed, and he was using advanced spellcasting techniques such as silent and spellless spells.

Wales stopped where he was and sighed inwardly.

If it was a year ago, we would definitely arrest the person first.

A moment later, an all-black Bugatti Veyron drove out of Wayne's garage.

Wales looked at the bright red taillights of the car quickly disappearing into the distance, as if recalling some unpleasant past events.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he rode on his broomstick and chased after him.

Although the performance of the Veyron is far inferior to that of the Vocaloid, it is also the fastest production car currently available.

However, Vincent had no intention of leaving Wales behind. Speeding on the bustling streets of London was not a problem for him. He just wanted to get to Diagon Alley as soon as possible to watch the excitement.

Arriving at Charing Cross Road, he slowed down and parked the car in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

There weren't many people in the bar. I guess they all went into Diagon Alley to watch the fun.

The boss Tom still looked like a profiteer. Vincent greeted him and went to the backyard.

Count the third brick from the top of the trash can, count two bricks to the right, and knock gently three times, and the entrance to Diagon Alley will appear.

Vincent walked through the passage and as soon as he entered he saw the Aurors carrying old Parkinson out.

Sirius was still as impulsive and irritable as ever, and old Parkinson would probably have to lie down for ten days or half a month.

The wizards gathered in the prime location in the center. Vincent, who barely squeezed into the crowd, heard Fudge's voice.

"Lucius, my old friend, calm down first."

"Mr. Minister, this pure-blood traitor attacked Argos in front of you. You should take him back to Azkaban immediately!"

"Fudge, watch your old friend's mouth and don't let him spit shit everywhere!"

Vincent finally pushed through the crowd and saw Sirius and Lucius standing confronting each other at the door of Prongs Magic Appliances.

Fudge was caught between the two of them, looking quite embarrassed.

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