This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1117 Sweet Candy and Bitter Candy

Bribing Fudge was just talk, and it was too late now.

After dinner, Wales looked at the magic communicator on his wrist.

It's 7:, time to carry out the mission.

When Vincent finished the last bite of dessert, he stood up with a stern face, "Vincent Wayne, the hearing is about to begin. My job is to notify you to arrive on time and escort you to the tenth courtroom."

You've been able to hold back until now before speaking out, which shows that you're a real friend.

Vincent didn't make it difficult for him and stood up readily. "Is it okay for me to drive over there myself?"

Everyone stood up, and Wales agreed very tactfully.

Wayne's garage is not big and can only accommodate a limited number of cars.

Sirius' eyes widened when he saw the Voice of the Night.

Unfortunately, there were only two seats, and the passenger seat obviously did not belong to him.

He watched Vincent lift the car door for Hermione, his face full of envy and jealousy.

There were a few more cars in the garage, but they obviously couldn't accommodate such a large group of people.

Sirius, who didn't have a Muggle driver's license, got into a silver Bugatti Veyron without saying a word, "Harry, get in!"

Arthur also wanted to drive the fastest Muggle production car, but when he came over, the garage was empty. Even the old Aston Martin DB5 had been driven away. He had to use the door key with the rest of the people.

Whitehall, where the British Ministry of Magic is located, is not far from London and it doesn't take long to drive there.

Vincent drove the Night Sound silently in the front. Although Hermione next to him also remained silent, her eyes never left him.

The weird atmosphere was finally broken, and Vincent reached out and touched her head. "Have you decided where you want to travel?"

Hermione shook her head slightly and put his big hands back on the steering wheel. "It doesn't really matter where we go. What matters is that we are together."

Vincent raised his lips with a nice arc, "This isn't a life-and-death separation. Fudge must be trying to play some tricks by not making this hearing public. I won't let him succeed."

It is for this reason that everyone is attending the hearing.

With so many witnesses present, Fudge still had to be a little cautious.

"Hmm?" Hermione seemed to see something on his face.

She was very familiar with this wonderful feeling, which made people feel inexplicably at ease, as if they would be protected by an invisible force if they were close to him.

She had had this feeling before when she was dealing with Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, when she was faced with the soul fragments in Voldemort's diary, and when she was hunting down Peter Pettigrew.

"I want to travel abroad." Hermione rarely showed her willful side, "with you."

Vincent's eyes were full of doting, "Okay, let's travel abroad together."

"Yeah." Hermione smiled sweetly at him, as soft and sweet as ever.

The Voice of the Night drove slowly past Great Scotland Yard in Westminster, headed towards a very hidden alley, and stopped in front of a shabby red telephone booth.

As soon as Vincent got out of the car, he saw Wales walking towards him.

"I'm not late, am I?"

Wales shook his head. "Wayne, I suggest you don't go through the front door."

Vincent walked around to the front of the passenger seat and lifted the door. "You're not afraid of being reported by your colleagues, so why would I be afraid of those flies?"

Hermione took his hand and got out of the car, "I'm not afraid either, let's go in together."

Vincent nodded, and under Wales' helpless look, he took her little hand and walked into the red telephone booth.

The silver Bugatti Veyron driven by Sirius also arrived at this time, but he and Harry were tactful enough not to follow.

The telephone booth was sinking rapidly, and before it reached the foyer, the noisy sounds of wizards could be heard.

The moment the door opened, the originally noisy hallway suddenly became unusually quiet.

Vincent was about to let go of his hand but Hermione held it tightly.

He looked towards the entrance hall in front of him which had become bustling again, at the reporters holding up their equipment and filming, and at the wizards who were broadcasting live using magic communicators.

The hearing was closed to the public, but entry was not prohibited to the Ministry.

Vincent wore a confident and calm smile, and walked into the hall hand in hand with Hermione, following Wales.

"Everyone, please look, Mr. Wayne is wearing a black suit today. The lady with him is his classmate, and they seem to be in a relationship."

For such a formal occasion as a hearing, one must wear formal attire, and Hermione also dressed up carefully.

Her figure in a snow-white tulle dress spread throughout the magical world around the world through the wizards' personal live broadcast channels.

Krum, who was far away in the Earth Club of Vagadugui, Bulgaria, saw Vincent and her walking into the hall hand in hand through one of the channels.

There was a familiar light in Hermione's eyes, a light he only saw when he caught the Golden Snitch on the field.

"Mr. Wayne, what do you think of this hearing?"

"Mr. Wayne, are you a tool that has been brainwashed by Dumbledore?"

"Mr. Wayne, is this lady close to you? Will she also attend the hearing later?"

Vincent stopped in front of the reporters. Being surrounded by so many flies, it seemed that Dumbledore had not arrived yet.

Chattering non-stop, what else can he think if he is just a tool?

However, this group of flies is still useful, it just depends on whether they have the courage to pursue the truth.

Vincent glanced at them quickly with a half-smile on his face. "I am here because I believe the law will restore the truth, even though the process is not always easy."

A sharp voice rang out from the crowd: "Mr. Wayne, can I understand that you are implying that someone is hiding the truth?"

The voice was familiar. It was Rita. She had actually managed to sneak in.

Vincent slowly raised his hand and pointed two fingers at his blue eyes. "Everyone has his own judgment, but I only believe what I see with my own eyes."

The reporters were immediately in an uproar.

"Mr. Wayne, what did you see?"

"Mr. Wayne, was everything that happened that night true?"

"Mr. Wayne..."

Vincent raised his lips slightly, "What I saw was a candy house full of sweet candies wrapped in lies."

His eyes became sharp and aggressive. "But if you muster up the courage to look carefully, you may find one or two bitter candies that are not wrapped in lies."

The reporters were shocked by what he said.

The British wizarding world can be likened to a candy house. The candy is the so-called truth. The sweet candy is sweet because it is wrapped in lies. So what does the bitter candy mean?

The noisy hallway became eerily quiet, and everyone's expressions were quite complicated.

Vincent smiled contemptuously, his brows full of disdain, "Cowards."

An invisible wave of magic suddenly appeared, gently pushing people away.

Under the gazes of countless grief and anger, Vincent walked straight towards the passage he had opened up.

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