This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After returning to England from Austria, Vincent's mentality changed greatly.

At around 9 o'clock in the evening, he was walking alone on the bustling streets of London. As he walked, he suddenly appeared near Whitehall, and soon came to a red telephone box.

"There's really nothing to worry about..."

The words he left behind dissipated in the wind, and he Apparated again and appeared in Manchester.

The environment here is beautiful and peaceful, without the hustle and bustle of London at all.

The dim street lights stretched Vincent's shadow very long. With a vague smile on his lips, he strolled into another deserted street with his cane.

"No. 444, this is not an auspicious number..."

The surrounding street lights suddenly flashed violently several times, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of a brown single-family villa.

The scenery here is more beautiful and gives people a particularly leisurely feeling.

Vincent came to the door and pressed the doorbell.

Not long after waiting, the door was opened from the inside.

"Good evening, Uncle Chris."

"Vincent?" Chris, who was wearing glasses, looked a little strange.

"Why are you here so late? You didn't even call us in advance."

Vincent stood politely and said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Chris turned sideways and said, "What's the matter? Come in quickly."

"Thanks."

Vincent changed into his slippers and walked into the living room under his leadership.

The decoration of Granger's house is very warm and makes people feel particularly comfortable.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows face the backyard, providing good visibility and lighting during the day.

As soon as I walked into the living room, a faint smell of butter wafted over.

Maybe it's Jane, the dessert master, making something delicious.

Hermione was the only one in the living room.

She was wearing a white spotted nightgown and sitting on the light blue couch. She seemed to be slightly out of breath. She must have just ran out of the room.

She was surprised for a moment when she saw what Vincent was wearing, and then she clenched the nightgown on her legs a little shyly.

Eric is right, girls are particularly fond of impressing them, they really like surprises.

"Vincent?" Jane came out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

She enthusiastically led Vincent to sit on the other side of the couch, "Isn't it difficult to find our home? Thank you for your hard work.

Remember to call in advance when you come next time so that we can pick you up at the station. "

"Excuse me, Aunt Jane, I came here using magic."

Only then did Chris and Jane notice the cane he was holding.

It seems that their daughter knows how to call phantom, and it was he who taught her how to do it.

The Grangers glanced at their baby daughter who was sitting obediently on the other side of the sofa in a tacit understanding.

She just said during dinner that she was a little tired from shopping during the day, so she went to the room upstairs to rest after 8 o'clock.

Now that there are guests coming, it’s not like this. I even put on a simple light makeup.

Are they really just ordinary friends?

The couple smiled meaningfully, looking like they had come before.

Jane winked at Chris, "You guys talk first, my cookies are still in the oven."

Chris followed wisely, "I have to go in and get ready. Vincent, do you want something to drink?"

"Thank you, tea will be fine."

British people generally cannot do without tea all day long, and there are many varieties.

After Chris walked into the kitchen, Hermione, who was already impatient, sat down.

"You came here so late, is there something urgent?"

Vincent nodded and shook his head, "Actually, I'm not in a hurry. The main thing is that I want to come over and see you in person."

Maybe she was too close, Hermione's face flushed, "This doesn't seem like your style, did something happen?"

"Yeah." Vincent looked at her evasive eyes, "I finally figured something out."

"Is...what is it?"

"I don't want to live too tiredly, I want to live more freely."

Hermione stared blankly into his deep blue eyes.

Doing whatever you want means not having to think too much about the consequences, and it also means being full of uncertainty.

She should hate this kind of person, but she just couldn't hate Vincent.

Vincent smiled mischievously at her, "By the way, your intuition is very accurate."

"What?" Hermione suddenly reacted, "Rinyin came to England?"

"Yes, he drove a sports car to our house very ostentatiously early this morning."

"Ah?" Hermione's eyes widened and she looked extremely excited, "She came here alone? Why did she come to see you? Did she come to England to travel to you as a guide?"

Seeing how nervous she was, Vincent stopped teasing her, "Let's talk about cooperation. I don't know who leaked the magic communicator to their family."

Hermione breathed a long sigh of relief, "So that's it, then you can negotiate it - forget it, I'd better not ask."

Vincent noticed a small flash of disappointment in her eyes.

When he was about to speak out, a stronger scent of butter wafted over.

Not long after, Mr. and Mrs. Granger came together from the kitchen.

Jane was holding freshly baked cookies, and Chris was holding a pot of freshly brewed fruit tea.

"Vincent, come on, try your aunt's cooking."

"Thank you." Vincent took the cookie she handed him with both hands.

Jane is truly a dessert master. The cookies she makes are golden in color and not particularly sweet in taste.

Paired with fresh fruit tea, it instantly makes people feel like they are in a leisurely afternoon.

Vincent closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he was full of praise for Jane's craftsmanship.

"Aunt Jane, we have often tasted your craftsmanship through Hermione at school. I am really honored to taste your freshly baked cookies today."

The fruit tea that Chris made was not left behind, and the two of them smiled happily.

Hermione smiled as she looked at the extremely harmonious scene in front of her.

Vincent has excellent external conditions, has no bad habits, and has a good temper. Her parents should not object.

As she thought about it, her face became hot unconsciously.

She picked up the cup and took a sip of fruit tea, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

"Vincent, I heard that your family has acquired the Bugatti Automobile Factory. Is your family finally going to change careers?"

"Yes, Uncle Chris, it is getting harder and harder to open a firearms store these days. My dad said that Congress is drafting a gun ban bill, and it is expected to be officially implemented in a few years."

"I also heard the news. Eric called me to complain some time ago."

"Sorry, Uncle Chris, is my dad particularly verbose?"

"Haha - no matter what, we often go out drinking together on weekends."

Vincent can pick up any topic and is particularly good at chatting, which is a perfect performance.

Hermione looked at him with stars in her eyes and a happy smile on her face.

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