This Hogwarts is not normal

While Hermione was concentrating on completing her work, a burgundy GT-R was speeding on the road towards the center of Bristol.

In the car, Rinyin held the steering wheel with her right hand and a travel guide with her left hand, and only occasionally looked towards the front of the car.

The rebuilt St. Nicholas Church retains its medieval style, and the collection of artworks inside was a feast for her eyes.

Where should we go next?

Graffiti street?

It's just on the way, so let's go and take a look.

As she stepped on the accelerator, the burgundy GT-R sped towards the city center like lightning.

And Hermione on Graffiti Street is quickly completing her work.

"Vincent, I want gold."

A bottle of gold spray paint slowly floated in front of her.

This place is quite remote and there are not many buildings around.

However, even if someone passed by, with Vincent's current level of magic, he could cast a confusion spell silently and without a wand.

Hermione, who was standing on his shoulder, also used some simple wandless spellcasting while painting, mainly to accurately control the landing point of the paint and prevent it from splattering randomly.

If she didn't, maybe she would paint until tomorrow morning.

"Please move a little to the left."

According to the picture in her memory, the upper body of a blond boy in sportswear with his back to her was drawn.

Next was his raised hand, holding a small dried fish.

Soon, a round outline appeared.

It was an owl, flapping its wings hard, trying to fly up and take away the dried fish.

Hermione bent over and sketched the boy's seated lower body.

As she was painting, she simply sat on Vincent's shoulders.

"metal gray."

The pure black background is painted with metallic gray from bottom to top, and the simple black lines are a bit blurry, but you can vaguely see that it is in a train compartment.

Hermione sat on Vincent's shoulders again.

Perhaps she was too focused, she didn't notice that her gauze skirt was covering his face.

She was almost done with the painting, and just needed to add some details and finally paint the bottom part.

Vincent, whose vision was blocked, wanted to remind her of the problem with her skirt.

The nose smells the fresh orange perfume, and the soft touch on the back of the head, no normal man can stand this.

But it's too embarrassing to say it out loud, because a social bull and a straight man are two completely different concepts.

Fortunately, this painful and pleasurable torture did not last too long.

"Vincent, you can put me down now."

Thanking Merlin for his favor, he put his hands on Hermione's slender waist, lifted her up with a little force, then lowered his head and held her sideways in his arms.

Vincent held her and half squatted down, "The ground is dirty, put on your shoes first."

"Yeah." Hermione blushed and picked up her high heels on the ground.

Although the posture is a bit awkward, it is quite convenient to wear.

She stood on the ground and saw Vincent's slightly messy hair. She suddenly realized something and became even more shy.

"Sorry, I didn't notice just now..."

Vincent gently placed his hand on her little head, "Now we're even."

Hermione looked into his extremely clear blue eyes and subconsciously tiptoed closer to him.

"Don't move, I'll help you sort it out."

The embarrassment on Vincent's face disappeared instantly.

He lowered his hands and leaned over to let her fix his hair.

It's actually quite good to have a girlfriend who will completely ignore the outside world when she gets serious. At least it proves that her mind is pure enough.

"All right."

Vincent stood up straight with a guilty conscience and looked at the graffiti she was about to complete.

Gugu wasn't this round before he entered school, right? And his shoulders weren't this broad then.

Hermione's large, expectant eyes remained fixed on his face.

“Perfect work!”

Vincent gave her a thumbs up and then pointed his finger at the brown spray paint on the ground.

"Leave the rest to me."

There was still one-third of the space left on the wall, and he drew a furry head based on the image from memory.

Hermione looked at his back which was being sketched out bit by bit with a look of deep nostalgia.

Long brown hair that looks a little messy, wearing the Hogwarts freshman robe, this is her own back.

She had come into the compartment to help Neville find Rafe, and then some unpleasant conflicts occurred.

Looking back on this past event now, she realized that she was really unpopular at that time.

If Vincent hadn't been good-tempered and hadn't argued with her, she would probably have been isolated at school.

"Thank you, thank you for appearing in my world."

Vincent stopped what he was doing and looked back at her, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Hermione had a happy smile on her face and hugged him tightly from behind.

"Nothing, I just wanted to say thank you."

"Okay." Vincent continued to finish his work.

Hermione kept hugging him from behind, her bright eyes occasionally moving from her doodles to his serious profile.

She reluctantly let go of his hand only when he began to squat down and paint.

After about 5 minutes, the entire graffiti work was completed.

Finally, Vincent painted his own magic rune, “?”, in the lower right corner with black spray paint.

Then he turned and handed the spray paint to Hermione, "You can leave your name too."

She caught the spray paint, thought about it carefully, and changed to a bottle of white.

One black and one white, two “?” superimposed on each other.

Vincent was a little surprised, but he understood what she wanted to express.

No matter what he does in the future, she hopes he can take her with him.

This is a wish, a wish that is not difficult to achieve.

Vincent took her hand and said, "We will always be together."

Hermione took the initiative to open her fingers and clasp them with his, "Yes, we will always be together."

The two didn't stay together for too long and quickly picked up the various spray paints scattered on the ground.

Vincent held the box in both hands and said, "Let's go, let's go take a hot air balloon ride."

Hermione put her little hand on his arm. "Isn't the Bristol Hot Air Balloon Festival in August?"

"I also have the ability to make money, okay."

Hermione tightened her grip around his arm, "Let's not do that. Rin's family is one of the richest in Japan. Why don't we go for a drive?"

After all, Vincent's last name is Wayne, so he should be willful when necessary.

"Don't worry, my card belongs to my father. He told me not to be polite to him and told me to use it however I want."

"OK then."

Eric, who was far away on Oxford Street, was cleaning his gun when he suddenly sneezed loudly.

Vincent and Hermione decided on their itinerary, and before leaving, they each cast a small permanent protective spell on the entire graffiti.

Not to mention spray paint and pigment, even tiny dust can't stick to it.

The Ministry of Magic probably won't care about this little thing, and Muggles will just treat it as a special kind of spray paint.

Without the wizard's vandalism, the graffiti would have remained on the wall of the one-story cottage forever.

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