This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The royal blue Bugatti EB110 drove onto the motorway heading to Bristol.

Vincent didn't drive particularly fast, keeping the speed around 5 or 60.

Hermione in the passenger seat certainly knew that he was thinking about her.

"You can drive a little faster."

Their destination is a bit far away, and at this rate they won't arrive until noon.

Vincent speeded up the car slightly, and a not too strong pushing feeling suddenly appeared on his back.

Hermione next to her was holding flowers and quietly watching him drive seriously.

"What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

She looked away shyly, but quickly looked back, "No, I'm looking at my handsome and charming boyfriend."

Vincent was stunned for a moment, "You adapted quickly."

Hermione winked mischievously, "It's not all your fault.

Fred and George always called me 'Miss Gryffindor' at school some time ago, and you always said that I was the second most popular person in the Hallwarts community. "

Vincent laughed dumbly and looked back to the front of the car, "I have always been very lucky. It seems that I have shared a little bit with you."

Hermione leaned towards him, "Actually, I'm quite lucky, otherwise I wouldn't know you."

The real reason for transforming from an inconspicuous nerd into an elegant and decent lady is already self-evident.

"Really? That's great." Vincent kept his eyes focused on the front of the car, "Our good luck will definitely continue."

A happy smile appeared on Hermione's face, "Yes, it will definitely continue."

Vincent glanced at her subconsciously and was lost for a moment.

They were classmates and friends before, and now they are a couple who started dating.

Even with the same dress and expression, Hermione gave him a completely different feeling.

Probably because he no longer regarded her as a little girl, Vincent smiled slightly unconsciously.

"We're almost there."

Hermione looked out the window.

Bristol is a famous tourist city with a long history, and the scenery along the way is extremely beautiful.

Vincent slowed down and drove slowly into the city.

He chose Bristol as the place for their first date, not only because of the nickname "Romantic City", but also because it is the home of two world-class universities.

As noon approaches, the first stop is naturally the perfect place to have lunch, St. Nicholas Market.

The royal blue Bugatti EB110 was parked beside the road outside the market. Vincent, who got off the car first, went around to the passenger seat and opened the door, letting Hermione hold his hand and get out of the car.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women and sports cars will naturally attract a lot of attention.

The two of them had experienced this kind of gaze countless times in school, and they didn't care about their gazes at all.

Vincent held Hermione's little hand tightly and walked into the crowded market.

This place is very consistent with the diverse characteristics of a tourist city, with relatively many Asian and African faces.

The two of them walked slowly, looking back and forth at the food shops on both sides of the street, discussing what kind of snacks they should order.

Forget traditional British food, Indian street food is completely out of the question, but you can try African and South American snacks.

One of them had fried tilapia and the other had cassava pancakes.

The two of them were eating and walking, and when passing by a Japanese dumpling shop, they stopped in perfect agreement.

Hermione took a hard bite of the cassava pancake in her hand, "Rin Yin shouldn't come to such a crowded place, right?"

Vincent looked around a few times with some uncertainty, "Who knows which city she will run to."

He looked away and stared longingly at the pancakes in her hand.

"Is it tasty?"

“It’s delicious.”

Hermione blushed and handed the cassava pancake over, "Would you like a bite?"

Vincent opened his big mouth and bit off most of it in one bite.

"Hmm...very delicious..."

He finished speaking vaguely and handed over the fried fish in his hand.

Hermione's neck turned red with embarrassment, and she took a small bite very reservedly.

"Is it tasty?"

"Yeah, it's very delicious."

Her voice was so low that she couldn't be heard in the noisy street.

Vincent smiled and held her hand, "Let's go shopping there."

While the two continued to look for food, there was a roar of a sports car on the road outside.

"Creak -" The burgundy GT-R stopped close to the rear of the royal blue Bugatti, only a few centimeters away from hitting it.

The driver's door opened, and Linyin, wearing short-sleeved hot pants and sunglasses, got out of the car.

She raised her sunglasses, spread out the travel guide in her hand, and looked at the St. Nicholas Market across the road.

Bristol is a famous tourist city in the UK, and the market in front of you is a diversified snack street.

Linyin closed the travel guide, reached out to close the car door, and walked towards the other side of the highway.

In the middle and later part of the market, Vincent and Hermione walked into a remote Chinese restaurant.

This is a couple's restaurant, with simple decoration but very warm. The walls are full of photos of them and their son.

As soon as the young couple sat down, the proprietress enthusiastically brought tea.

Vincent picked up the menu and looked at the dish names on it with extremely nostalgic eyes.

“Boss lady, are you from Hong Kong?”

The landlady looked particularly surprised, "Yes, how did you tell?"

Vincent pointed to the beverage column on the menu, "Most of the menu is Cantonese cuisine, and the drinks at the front are milk tea and iced lemon tea."

The proprietress didn't expect that the young man in front of her actually knew so much about Chinese food.

European and American regions generally cannot distinguish the eight major cuisines, and their perception of Chinese food is often those that have completely changed their taste.

Those who can distinguish the cuisines and infer the specific regions from the drinks are often experienced gourmets.

Vincent looked less than 20 years old, and it was unlikely that he had much experience.

The proprietress smiled and brought a hidden menu.

She looked at Hermione, "This beautiful lady, you are so lucky to have found such a thoughtful boyfriend like him."

Hermione had a sweet smile on her face, "Thank you, he is really thoughtful."

Just now at the market, Vincent held her hand the whole time. In addition to being afraid of getting separated, he should also be worried that she would not be used to wearing high heels.

She is really happy to have such a thoughtful boyfriend.

The proprietress looked at the affectionate couple in front of her, sitting next to each other and looking at the menu, and seemed to remember herself when she was young.

There was a little dissatisfaction on her face, and she glared at her husband who was sitting outside the kitchen.

The shop owner was very puzzled, probably a careless person.

Vincent and Hermione made a decision in a short time.

Authentic Cantonese cuisine is absolutely inseparable from chicken, and stew is the soul of Cantonese cuisine.

"Boiled chicken, green bean and pigeon soup, another plate of steamed pork ribs and blanched Chinese cabbage, a cup of Hong Kong-style milk tea and a cup of iced lemon tea for drinks, and two bowls of rice."

The proprietress placed the order with a smile on her face, but the moment she turned around and looked at the shop owner, her eyes suddenly became resentful.

Of course, Vincent and Hermione didn't know about her change, and the two were chatting about their respective views on Chinese food.

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