This Hogwarts is not normal

After a sumptuous English dinner, it was time for the three guests to leave at Wayne's house.

Restman and Devine will be busy selecting sites for the pilot starting tomorrow, but Linyin wants to take a good tour of the UK these days.

"See you later."

"See you later."

The Wayne family watched her burgundy GT-R drive away.

Vincent suddenly felt two malicious eyes, "Mom, Dad, I'm going up to rest first."

Eric stood sideways and stood in front of the door, "We have no problem with you doing business with them, but what's the deal with you and Hermione?"

Evelin smiled and said, "I can safely say that my mother is very open-minded."

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

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

The relationship between him and Hermione is not complicated, they are more than friends, and they are in the stage of testing each other.

"real?"

"real."

Eric's eyes became strange, "Son, you don't have any mental disorder, do you?"

"No, not at all."

It's both the Forbidden Forest and the Scottish Highlands. If a man and a woman stay together for so long, it stands to reason that something will happen.

If he were young, his children would probably be in kindergarten.

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

Vincent felt confused when he saw this, "Dad, we are students now, and we should put our studies first."

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

The smile on Evelin's face was a bit catchy, "I don't know who just arrived home yesterday and shouted that they would enjoy a happy campus life in the next four years."

Vincent was speechless.

Eric came over and whispered: "Boy, you don't have anything to hide, do you?"

After all, his eyes kept looking downward.

Vincent's face turned green, "Dad! My health is very good! There is no problem at all!"

I'm so anxious, it seems there is something really hard to tell.

"Could it be that you have someone else you like?"

"no."

"So 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 the beginning, but there's actually nothing to be shy about. Just feel free to go forward."

Vincent looked troubled.

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

"Boy, Hermione is getting more and more beautiful as she grows older. If you keep procrastinating, don't regret it when others take action."

Eric pretended not to see the gaze that Evelin cast, "You are now a man, you should be decisive in doing things, and you can no longer be hesitant like a child."

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

Eric patted him hard on the back, "If you know it, don't act quickly! Don't you have other things to tell her?"

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

"Okay, then I'll call and make an appointment with Chris and Jane now. Our two families will find a time to get together tomorrow."

Vincent stood up with a snap, "Dad, I'm going now!"

Eric nodded happily, "Let's change our clothes first. Don't be too formal or too everyday."

He pulled Vincent upstairs, "It's best to make people shine, so that the girl knows that you value her."

"Dad, I probably won't be able to wear any of my clothes anymore."

"You can do magic."

"Yes."

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

"Don't be like an idiot and wait outside the house with flowers. Ask her out first and then find a place to take a walk and chat. Once the atmosphere is about the same, go straight to the topic."

Good guy, rich experience.

This old boy must have had a lot of girls at Eton back then. She must be "tortured" tonight.

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

Vincent changed into a long-sleeved white shirt and black trousers, and wore a pair of dark brown Martin boots. His hair was also slightly styled, and he was holding a double snake staff disguised as a cane.

Evelin's eyes lit up.

The old boy has a very good taste in dressing. With her picky eye, she can score 90 points.

The father and son strode towards the door.

"Do you remember what I just said?"

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

Eric looked back at Evelin fearfully.

Her face was as calm as water, but her eyes were full of deep meaning, and there was a weird smile on her lips.

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 best not to come back at all."

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

We are an old couple now, so we can just coax them out and everything will be fine.

Before Eric's iron slap fell, Vincent stepped out of the door.

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving!"

"Get out of here!"

Eric closed the door with a bang, and his whole person instantly became humble.

"Honey……"

Evelin snorted coldly, "Hey - so you were so capable when you were young."

Eric knelt down at the speed of light, "My dear, what do I have to do?"

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

What should I do if the coaxing fails? Continue coaxing.

"My dear, those are decades of history, and now you are the only one for me."

Evelin was so numb that she had goosebumps all over her body.

Eric quietly came closer and said, "My dear, being able to marry you home is the greatest luck in my life."

This is too disgusting.

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

He turned into a small 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, the real Dark Lord will show terrifying power.

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

The first female Muggle-born Minister? It would be nice to have a job as a door sweeper at the Ministry of Magic.

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

Before setting off, he decided to find someone to talk to.

Deng Spiritual Master Bullido?

Impossible, impossible in this life.

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

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

Well...since we are all across the continent, why not find the most suitable one.

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

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