Just as Vincent went downstairs to have breakfast, he noticed that Eric was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet.
That's right, the Wayne family has resubscribed.
There's nothing special about the reason; I just use it to kill time when I'm bored.
"Dad, has there been an update on the manhunt today?"
"Here—" Eric handed over the newspaper. "Take a look. I think it's pretty outrageous."
Vincent almost couldn't hold back when he saw the title.
The Ministry of Ministry of Magic's manhunt has failed! Sirius Black isn't here at all!
This joint operation between the Auror Office and the Magical Law Enforcement Squad is truly outrageous.
If I remember correctly, the show "The Quibbler" spread rumors about Sirius Black in XZ last time.
Who exactly came up with the action plan?
Oh, it's Fudge. Then it's alright.
They've been notifying the Muggle government, mobilizing a large number of patrols, and now they even believe baseless rumors.
It seems the International Confederation of Wizards is putting a lot of pressure on Fudge; his hairline must be facing a significant challenge.
No wonder he always wears a hat.
Even after his initial failure, he still left a lengthy and inspiring message on the official website.
Expanding information channels to the global Wizarding World?
After rigorous screening, actions are then arranged?
Vincent, anyway, didn't have much confidence.
Instead of pinning our hopes on the British Ministry of Magic, we should launch a real global manhunt.
Looking out at Oxford Street, there are only one or two telephone poles with wanted posters on them.
Without a magic wand or a gun, if two or three of these posters were put up on every house, people would starve to death in just a few days.
Unfortunately, from the moment Fudge notified the Muggle government, he was destined to be targeted by the International Confederation of Wizards.
They wanted to act first and ask for permission later, but their resolve wasn't strong enough.
Not long after boasting about Azkaban's defenses, the first escapee in nearly three hundred years appeared.
The joint operation that they touted so much a few days ago has failed again. If the British Ministry of Magic continues like this, it will definitely become the next international laughing stock.
"Pfft—" Vincent of respect, finished his breakfast and returned upstairs in a good mood.
My parents gave me a package of front-row tickets to a concert by the King of Pop, Michael Jackson, as a birthday present.
On August 24th, the first stop of the second round of the "Dangerous Tour" was in Bangkok.
His biggest regret in his past life was not being able to see his idol's concert live.
My dream will come true next month, and I'm both excited and looking forward to it.
Thinking of Bangkok, he hadn't visited it since Nagini and Surya moved into Hogsmeade.
I was planning to take a good rest today on my birthday, so I changed my clothes, grabbed my suitcase, and glanced at Gugu, who was lying on the bed, Gu Gu from eating.
Alas, the task ahead is arduous and the road is long.
After saying goodbye to his parents, he disappeared into the black and white vortex where Apparition.
The Scottish Highlands are quite far from London. Even though you often look out the window while riding the school bus, it still takes a whole day to travel 500 kilometers as the crow flies.
Therefore, you need to find a professional driver.
After putting up a sign that read "Free draw for the boss's birthday" on their shop and slightly adjusting the coin slots in the card pool, Vincent and Sam appeared at the Hogsmeade in the blink of an eye.
..."Come find me at the usual place when you're going back."
His attitude improved a little, but he still seemed incredibly irritating.
A few steps from the Three Broomsticks is the Gladrags Wizardwear, and a few steps further is Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.
Continue along the path on the right, and you'll see the Hog's Head Pub when you're almost at the end of the village.
There is a brand new three-story all-wood structure next to it.
It's simple and bright, with a style completely opposite to the one in Bangkok.
Saudaraperempuanmagicpropshop - Sundara Perumpan Magical Item Shop
The name is likely in Indonesia, and the legible suffix indicates that this is a legitimate and legal store.
"Ring ring—" Vincent pushed open the door.
The interior design and layout are similar, but the lighting is significantly better, and there are no creepy Dark Magic props.
The two sisters at the counter were chatting when they heard the noise and looked over at him.
"Hello, Professor Nagini, hello, Ms. Surya."
Their smiles grew even wider.
The Dumbledore brothers helped the sisters reunite, and the child before them gave them a new lease on life.
The younger sister warmly pulled him to sit down, while the older sister went inside to prepare tea and snacks.
"This place is really nice!" Vincent gave a thumbs up.
"If we hadn't been so busy recently, we would have come to visit sooner."
Surya chuckled, "Mr. Dumbledore has told us about everything you've been doing lately, things that can't be resolved in a short time."
Behind the Wizard Cards are Pure-blood men, behind the Half-Girl Pub is the dark side of the British Wizarding World, and the Alchemy Item Shop requires starting from scratch.
It is not easy to handle these matters properly, and the two sisters are able to understand that he did not intentionally ignore them.
"Professor Nagini, please take good care of me after the start of the semester."
Nagini put down her teacup and shook her head gently. "Albus Dumbledore said there's a better professor candidate this year, so I won't be teaching at Hogwarts for the time being."
Vincent almost choked on the coconut layer cake.
There were problems the year before last, there were problems last year, and sure enough, there are problems this year as well.
"Do you know who the new professor is?"
"I didn't ask, and he didn't say."
He took a sip of red tea with a strange expression.
Based on Dumbledore's personality, it can only mean that something unexpected happened.
According to Voldemort's curse, this mysterious new professor is likely to be in big trouble.
After taking a few sips of black tea to calm his nerves, Vincent opened his briefcase and took out several prototypes of alchemical artifacts.
Despite their rather simple appearance, their functionality was highly praised by the two sisters.
They were women, and experienced witches at that.
After some discussion, he had a general idea of the design for the mass-produced model.
Have you found employees yet? Do you need our help?
"No need. I recently hired nine new employees, and each of them can handle the complex situation in the Knockturn Alley."
Nagini and Surya nodded thoughtfully.
Neither Albus Dumbledore nor Aberforth treated him like a child when they talked about him.
Everything is handled perfectly, reliable and worry-free.
They praised me so much I got a little carried away, but thankfully I've been used to it since I was little.
The three chatted for a short while when the doorbell rang again.
Aberforth was dressed cleaner than usual.
He not only looks much better, but his expression is also not as bitter and resentful as before.
"Mr. Dumbledore!?" Vincent rubbed his eyes, only daring to be sure when his face fell.
After resolving her inner conflict, she does seem much more approachable.
If Ariana's situation also...
Forget it, putting aside the fact that one of the three parties involved was an apprentice, the truth itself is a secret that should be buried forever.
Dumbledore had felt guilty his whole life, was pretending to be ignorant.
Grindelwald, who still refuses to tell the truth, is also feigning ignorance.
Aberforth temper had improved considerably, was still pretending to be clueless.
Some things are bearable if you keep them to yourself, but once you tell the truth, you can't live with them anymore.
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