This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent turned the telescope back into a ring.

Hermione and Daphne stood up to help him pack.

If they waited any longer, they probably wouldn't see anything, and Hogwarts was quite far from London.

"How are we going to get back?"

"Bus No. 11."

The two little witches thought about it for a moment and rolled their eyes at Vincent.

Walk back?

It might not be possible until dawn.

"Just kidding, of course I'm going home to settle accounts with Sam." Vincent looked down from the edge of the tower.

He didn't know how to Apparate yet, so he could only go down the traditional way.

The ebony wand cast a shock-absorbing spell on the three people one by one, and then he took his suitcase and Apparated to a window below.

The room was full of precious artworks, which should be the collection room of the church.

He opened the window, stretched out half of his body and waved upwards.

Hermione recalled the previous attack by Jomgand.

She nodded to Daphne, and then jumped down without any pressure.

Vincent carried her in steadily.

When he leaned out of the window again, Daphne, who was sitting on the top of the tower, exerted her strength with her little hands and fell down.

The position was a little off, but it was not a big problem.

She stretched her arms a little more, just enough to hug her legs and shoulders horizontally.

Close the window and light the wand.

They all seemed to be shy and followed him silently out of the church.

There was no embarrassment, but she was uncomfortable.

Vincent stood on the side of the road and waved at an approaching taxi.

He sat in the passenger seat, "Uncle, we are going to Oxford Street."

The driver was a middle-aged uncle, who glanced at the two little witches with their heads down in the rearview mirror.

"No problem, kid."

Westminster Abbey is not far from the center of London, and it only takes less than 20 minutes to reach the destination.

After getting off the bus on the bustling Oxford Street, Vincent handed the driver a 10-pound note.

After collecting the change, he found that the two little witches were attracted by the dazzling shops on the street.

The moment they met their eyes, they seemed to become more shy.

"Since we are here, why don't we go shopping here?"

Hermione and Daphne were very tempted, but finally shook their heads hesitantly.

Vincent said nothing, but walked into a doll shop.

He was silent outside, and a little excited when he came in.

"We will pay you back when we return to school."

It was still a blue fat man and a Hello Kitty.

Their dorms should be full of dolls.

Walking to the cold drink shop, Vincent bought three ice creams.

London was not hot in early May, but who can blame the two little witches for loving it.

Hermione bought some ink and notebooks at the stationery store, and Daphne bought a few small accessories at the jewelry store.

The prices were not high, not even as expensive as a curry meal.

Seemingly seeing that Vincent was a little impatient, they all began to show a lack of interest.

As they walked, they arrived at Building 139 at the end of the street.

Two tall men in black suits, sunglasses and red ties stood at the door.

When they saw Vincent, they opened the door very consciously and shouted "Master Wayne" at the top of their voices.

Hermione tilted her head and teased: "Master Wayne, when did you hire two wizard bodyguards?"

"The one on the left is the Night Demon, and the one on the right is the Dream Demon Killer."

Daphne's eyes were on Vincent's arm.

If I remember correctly, neither he nor Sam had the scar of the oath.

"Let's go in first."

Yin Fulin was sitting on the first floor watching TV.

She was not surprised that her son suddenly brought a female classmate home. Sam, who came back first, must have said something.

"Welcome!" She showed some enthusiasm.

The two little witches who were pulled to sit down by her were shy again.

Vincent suddenly remembered an allusion:

A woman got married for the ninth time.

He walked upstairs with murderous intent.

Sam's room was next to his.

This guy was lying on the bed, playing the red and white machine with a handle.

When he came in, the black cloaked little man on TV was just killed by a monster.

"Hou Li Crab!" Sam was so scared that he dropped the controller.

"Don't you know how to knock on the door, kid?"

"You didn't close the door." Vincent turned off the TV, "Besides, this is my home."

"I know, you are my boss and I am your employee." Sam pouted and sat up,

"Going back to school, right? I'll take you back now."

He acted as if nothing had happened.

Vincent was sometimes generous, but sometimes very stingy.

Abandoning three children on the top of the tower, is this something an adult can do?

Sam was scolded with a stinky face.

This familiar feeling was like returning to the Magic Congress and seeing Bradley.

"You are so old, can't you take some responsibility!"

After more than half an hour, he followed Vincent downstairs reluctantly.

Yin Fulin was very talkative and got along very well with Hermione.

Daphne, who met for the first time, was no longer the same as at the beginning.

She seemed to be more curious about the Muggle world.

"Ahem--"

Vincent had to cough constantly during the lively conversation.

"Baby, are you sick?" Yin Fulin reached out and touched his forehead.

"Your dormitory is in the tower, remember to cover yourself with a blanket at night."

Sam was trying to hold back his laughter.

The food chain is real.

How glorious it was upstairs just now, how embarrassing it was now in front of the two little witches.

"Mom, I'm in good health." Vincent had a bitter face.

"Is that so? Then remember to be careful when you go back..."

Like mothers all over the world, Yin Fulin gave her son a lot of instructions.

"Restorate quickly when you get back to school, okay?"

"I know."

"Remember to take care of your classmates on the way, don't lose them while walking."

"I definitely won't."

"Okay, it's getting late." Yin Fulin smiled mysteriously at Vincent,

"Hermione, Daphne, if you have time during the summer vacation, you are welcome to come anytime."

"Okay, auntie." The two little witches laughed happily.

Vincent, who had just played the British Ministry of Magic around and was like a school bully at school, was firmly controlled.

Scenes like this are probably rare in a lifetime.

While walking in the secret passage of Honeydukes' cellar, they were still thinking about his performance just now.

He was well-behaved and obedient, which completely overturned the previous impression.

"Ah--" Vincent turned his head and stared at them.

He was definitely saying something about him in his heart.

"Hurry up, it's curfew time." Hermione urged impatiently while holding the blue fat man doll.

"It's 10 o'clock in the evening, we still have plenty of time."

This little girl changes her temper faster than turning a page of a book.

She would be shy to touch his hand during the day, but now she takes the initiative to pull him without blushing.

Daphne, holding the Hello Kitty doll, also naturally quickened her pace, "Wait for me!"

The secret passage became steeper and steeper, and she didn't have the good physical fitness of the two.

Vincent remembered his mother Yin Fulin's advice.

He was not going to take care of them, he would have returned to the castle now.

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