This Hogwarts is not normal

After a sumptuous English dinner, it was time for the three people who had come to visit Wayne's home to leave.

Restman and Devine will start working on selecting a site for the pilot project from tomorrow, but Linyin wants to take a good look around the UK these next few days.

"See you later."

"See you later."

The Waynes watched her burgundy GT-R drive away.

Vincent suddenly felt two malicious gazes, "Mom and Dad, I'm going upstairs to rest first."

Eric stood aside to block the door. "We have no problem with you doing business with them, but what's going on between you and Hermione?"

Evelin smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Mom is very open-minded.”

Vincent looked around and said, "Mom and Dad, let's go inside and talk."

The three of them returned to the living room and sat down.

His relationship with Hermione was not complicated, just more than friends, and they were in the stage of testing each other.

"Really?"

"real."

Eric's eyes turned strange, "Son, you don't have any psychological problems, do you?"

"No, not at all."

It's the Forbidden Forest and the Scottish Highlands. A man and a woman staying together for such a long time, it stands to reason that something is bound to happen.

If he were younger at that time, his children would probably be in kindergarten.

Since it's not a psychological problem, could it be...

Vincent felt uneasy when he was looked at, "Dad, we are students now, we should focus on our studies."

"Bullshit!" Eric glared at him, "Haven't you already completed all the courses from third to seventh grade?"

The smile on Evelin's face was a little creepy. "I don't know who just got home yesterday and yelled about enjoying a happy campus life for the next four years."

Vincent was speechless.

Eric came over and whispered, "Boy, you don't have any unspeakable secrets, do you?"

As he spoke, his eyes were always looking downwards.

Vincent's face turned green, "Dad! I'm in good health! There's nothing wrong with me!"

I'm anxious. It seems that he really has something to hide.

"Is there someone else you like?"

"No."

"Does that mean Hermione has someone else she likes?"

"Uh... not really."

Eric patted his shoulder as if he was coming over, "I was hesitant like you at first, but there's nothing to be shy about. Just go for it boldly."

Vincent looked embarrassed.

If it hadn't been for that damned prophecy, he might have been on his way to Manchester.

"Boy, Hermione is getting more and more beautiful. If you keep dragging your feet, don't regret it when someone else makes a move."

Eric pretended not to see the look Evelin was giving him, “You are a man now, you should be more decisive when doing things, and stop hesitating like a child.”

Vincent smiled bitterly, "Dad, I understand what you said. I know what to do."

Eric slapped him on the back. "You know why you don't act now! Don't you have something else to tell her?"

"Uh... I'm not mentally prepared yet."

"Okay, I'll call Chris and Jane now, and our two families will find a time to get together tomorrow."

Vincent stood up in a flash and said, "Dad, I'll go now!"

Eric nodded with satisfaction, "Change your clothes first, nothing too formal nor too casual."

He pulled Vincent upstairs and said, "It's better to have a bright feeling, so that the girl knows that you value her."

"Dad, I probably can't wear any of these clothes anymore."

"You can do magic."

"Yes."

Evelin squinted her eyes and stared at the backs of the father and son.

"Don't wait outside the house like an idiot with flowers in your hand. Ask her out first and then find a place to take a walk and chat. When the atmosphere is right, get straight to the point."

Wow, you have a lot of experience.

This old fellow must have bullied many girls when he was at Eton. She must "torture" him tonight.

Not long after, the father and son came down from upstairs.

Vincent changed into a long-sleeved white shirt and black pants, wore a pair of dark brown Martin boots, and had his hair done up a little. He also held a double snake staff disguised as a cane in his hand.

Evelin’s eyes lit up.

The old girl's dressing taste is very good, and she can give it 90 points with her discerning eyes.

The father and son strode toward the door.

"Remember what I just said?"

"Dad, I think you should worry about yourself first."

Eric turned back to look at Evelyn fearfully.

Her face was calm as water, but her eyes were full of meaning, and there was a faint, strange smile at the corners of her mouth.

It's over. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Eric turned his neck back stiffly, "Don't come back too early tonight, it's better not to come back at all."

Vincent understood immediately, "Thank you for your hard work, Dad."

They are an old couple, just coax them together.

Before Eric's iron palm fell, Vincent flashed to the door.

"Mom and Dad, I'm leaving!"

"Get out of here!"

Eric slammed the door shut, and then he instantly became humble.

"Honey……"

Evelin snorted coldly, “Huh—it turns out you were so capable when you were young.”

Eric slid to his knees at lightning speed, "Honey, I don't have any ability at all."

"Oh, Mr. Wayne, you are too modest."

What if coaxing doesn’t work? Just keep coaxing.

"Honey, that's all decades of old history. Now you're the only one for me."

Evelyn was so disgusted that her skin was covered with goose bumps.

Eric approached quietly, "My dear, marrying you is the greatest luck in my life."

This is too corny.

Vincent, who was eavesdropping outside the door, quickly walked away.

He turned into an alley, raised the double snake staff disguised as a walking stick, but quickly put it down again.

According to Trelawney's damn prophecy, after the noseless false Dark Lord is resurrected, he, the real Dark Lord, will show terrifying power.

By then, not to mention Hermione, even his roommates will probably be the focus of the Ministry of Magic's attention.

The first Muggle-born female Minister? She'd be lucky to get a job sweeping doors at the Ministry.

"Oh——" Vincent raised his head and looked at the round moon hanging in the night sky.

Before leaving, he decided to find someone to talk to.

Dumbledore, the Mentor?

Impossible, not possible in this life.

Instead of looking for that old bitch Deng, it would be better to look for Restman or Devine.

But they are busy tomorrow, so why don't they go to Japan to find Victor?

Well... since we are already crossing continents, why not find the most suitable one.

Vincent raised his cane again and disappeared into the alley with a snap.

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