This Hogwarts is not normal

The carnival lasted for two full days.

Of course, not many students can persist for two days.

But early on Sunday morning, many students walked out of the castle yawning.

Clothes, textbooks, etc. were all packed by the house elves and put in suitcases, and they could naturally be found in the storage room of the train after arriving at the station.

Only Vincent is an exception.

Because his mithril suitcase really became Fatty Lan’s four-dimensional pocket, and all the luggage of the friends were put in it.

The most exaggerated is Daphne, who has 7 large suitcases.

The Hogwarts Express has compartment W, which is half the size of a classroom.

They've got their luggage back.

The sharp-eyed Gu Gu suddenly flew up and grabbed a bag of biscuits.

This belongs to it, and no one can take it away.

Cedric, who was robbed of the biscuit, couldn't laugh or cry.

Usually I can't fly no matter what, but when I see food, I can fly faster than anyone else.

Qiu hugged Gugu, "It can't be like this, taking other people's things is a thief's act."

"Cuckoo-"

She looked at Vincent who was doing nothing.

"It said it didn't steal, it was robbed."

Cedric looked away.

Hogwarts' most honorable trustee doesn't make sense at all.

Qiu La had a round face, "This is not acceptable, you shouldn't grab something that doesn't belong to you."

After a small punishment, she returned the biscuit to Cedric.

"Thank--thank you." He didn't know who he was thanking with his grateful eyes.

Vincent squinted his eyes, as if seeing something.

Adolescent boys and girls...

He shot Cedric an encouraging look.

"Woo-woo--" the train whistle sounded.

Time passes quickly for some and slowly for others.

The train drove for about an hour, and Cedric mustered up the courage to come to the opposite side.

Smiled and said a few words to Qiu, then sat next to her.

The topic should be of great interest to both parties, but Vincent is no longer interested in knowing.

Fred and George were talking about their plans for the summer vacation.

Arthur, who was full of luck, won the annual "Daily Prophet" Golden Galleon Award last week.

The bonus was a full 700 Galleons, which they all thought would be spent on travel.

Most likely Egypt, since their big brother Bill is the Gringotts Cursebreaker over there.

"Old Wen, how do you plan to spend your summer vacation?"

"Go to Italy first, then to Germany, and maybe to France in the middle."

James hooked his shoulders with a smirk, "What price did Mr. Giovanni Gaste offer?"

Hermione pricked up her ears slightly.

The photos taken by the Italian photographer are so perfect that most of the photos he took of them at Mt.

Sure enough, he was still staring at Vincent!

"I have rejected Monsieur Gastel."

"Then why are you going to Italy?"

"Of course it's something important to do." Under the watchful eyes of several pairs of big eyes, Vincent put on a show,

"Do you think I'm so superficial that I would travel all the way to Italy to be a male model for that little money?

I tell you, it's impossible. "... Everyone became curious.

He was so poor that all he had left was Mithril, and if he wanted to earn it, he was earning Galleons.

"So, are you going to develop the Gwent brand market in Italy?"

Vincent smiled and met their eyes one by one, "No."

"What about France and Germany?"

"You really want to know?"

They all nodded their heads.

"Unfortunately." He shook his head and sighed, "This is a secret that I don't intend to share."

Even Neville rolled his eyes.

James, who was closest to him, got up and sat down in another seat with disdain on his face.

Hogwarts' number one social cow has evolved to find fun anytime, anywhere.

If you get too close, you will be infected, so you have to stay away quickly.

After a while, a bold little witch sat down.

She Niu's second position, that's fine.

Hermione looked at Vincent with great interest, "Seeing how relaxed you are, you must be very confident about your summer vacation schedule, right?"

"What is the itinerary, I just went there for a stroll."

"So that's the case." She smiled and looked away, "Our family is supposed to travel to France this year. When will you leave?"

Vincent lowered his guard slightly, "The election of the Wizengamot youth representatives will end at the end of July, and I should have returned from Italy before that."

"Don't be nervous, you can definitely become a representative."

"I'm the only nominee in the UK, do you think I'll be nervous?"

Hermione seemed to have just remembered, and she suddenly sat up straight with a sudden realization,

"Yeah, I almost forgot that it was a 'hush money' specially given to you by Fudge."

Vincent's expression became strange, "I always feel that you are implying something."

She blinked her eyes harmlessly, and leaned back on the chair back, "No way, I just guessed what you are going to do in Italy."

It turned out to be a cliché.

"Yeah, I'm going to do business."

Hermione's dangling little feet stopped, showing a rather stiff smile, "Really can't say?"

"No."

She pouted her small mouth and sat back across from him humming.

Daphne seemed to know the result a long time ago, and she was comforting her in a low voice.

When they looked over, Vincent returned a friendly yet elegant smile.

Stared at by two little witches, the train arrived at platform nine and three-quarters at 4 p.m.

The outside was full of parents picking up and dropping off their children home, and the station guards maintaining order were probably all Aurors in disguise.

Vincent said goodbye to his friends briefly, and found Eric and Evelyn in the crowd after a few glances.

Sam was not only there, but also with open arms, as if expecting something.

He stepped forward and stuffed the suitcase, then turned and hugged his parents.

"How's the grade?"

"First grade."

The Wayne couple nodded with a smile, and walked out of King's Cross Station, holding their son's hand.

Sam chased out with a displeased face.

There is no human touch at all, thanks to him working from dawn to dusk to pay off his debts.

There were people coming and going on the street outside, but there were quite a few people around the two parking spaces that were side by side and not very conspicuous.

Even though he couldn't see clearly, Vincent recognized the dark blue and silver sports car. …. Bugatti EB110, the top sports car with a family-style arched air intake on the front and a lift-up double-door design.

Equipped with a 3.5-liter V-shaped 12-cylinder engine, the whole car is made of carbon fiber.

With a top speed of 212 miles per hour, it only takes 0 seconds to accelerate from 100 to 3.49 kilometers. It is currently the fastest mass-produced car.

Vincent smacked his lips, "Father, what price did you offer Mr. Artioli?"

Eric puffed out his strong chest slightly, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands more casually,

"Mr. Artioli is very interested in Lotus cars recently, and it happens that an old classmate of mine holds a lot of shares."

Lotus is Lotus, the founder is the outstanding British engineer Colin Chapman.

He used to serve in the Air Force. From the first car, he used the method of studying aircraft, and put the concept of "aerodynamics + lightweight" into every link of car building.

Vincent finally knew the strength of his father Eric.

It is indeed a high-achieving student from Eaton.

When the Wayne family got into two sports cars, they happened to be seen by many students.

First and foremost was Draco.

What happened to the Muggle sports car?

It can neither fly nor enter the water, so what can it do no matter how fast it runs on the ground?

But the appearance is really handsome, especially the silver one.

The sound of the engine's air waves is even more exciting, and the feeling of driving must be very refreshing.

Volume Two:

The Dark Lord's Self-cultivation

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