This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Not long after the royal blue Bugatti returned to the hotel, the black and silver ones also came back.

When Vincent walked out of the elevator with the carefully cooked dishes, Eric, who was leaning on the corridor, gave him a meaningful thumbs up.

The old father's inexplicable behavior made him feel confused.

It can't be for no reason, was it seen just now?

Just see it when you see it, it's not about falling in love secretly.

Vincent passed Eric generously and stopped in front of Hermione's room.

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Just after the first knock, the door was opened from the inside.

Hermione looked expectantly at the plate covered in his hand.

She could faintly smell the sweetness of seafood and a unique and pleasant spice.

"What's inside?"

“Seafood fried rice and kebabs.”

Eric watched the two people enter the room and shook his head in disappointment.

It was just a French wet kiss, leftover from when he was young.

Progress was so slow. If it had been him back then, he would have done everything he had to do several times.

after dinner,

Vincent walked out of Hermione's room and found his old father still leaning on the corridor.

There was no way he was waiting for him, so there was only one truth.

"Dad, were you kicked out by mom again?"

Eric was anxious, "What do you mean again? I've never been kicked out at all."

Vincent looked at him suspiciously, "Dad, do you dare to swear to the Queen?"

Eric, who was ashen-faced, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Since you've seen it all, come and have a drink with me upstairs."

The father and son took the elevator to the open-air bar on the top floor of the hotel.

The environment here is quite good, you can overlook the whole city.

The two found a seat near the corner and sat down.

As soon as the waiter put down the menu, Eric pushed it to Vincent without looking at it, "A bottle of 12-year-old Johnnie Walker, no ice, thank you."

Vincent took a brief look and ordered some fish and chips, and also thoughtfully ordered a steak and pasta.

Anyone who drinks whiskey often knows the saying: "Sweet goes with fresh, spicy goes with salty, Solvay goes with thousands."

Whether you are a super fan of whiskey or a novice, it is difficult to refuse the British gentleman who is walking with a gentleman's cane.

Without waiting for too long, the waiter brought 12-year-old Johnnie Walker in a long, square bottle.

The bottle's trademark is an eye-catching tilted design, and the walking British gentleman is printed on the bottle below the trademark.

Vincent took the initiative to unscrew the cork and poured a little bit into each of their glasses.

"cheers."

"cheers."

The taste of the wine is soft but mellow, especially sweet, with the typical peat and smoky flavor of Scotch whiskey.

But before he could taste it carefully, the smooth wine was already sliding down his throat.

After one drink, Eric poured more wine into their glasses.

After Vincent clinked glasses with him again, he didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he put the bottle in front of him.

"Dad, you'd better eat something first."

Drinking on an empty stomach is particularly bad for your health. Eric, who felt warm in his heart, quickly put down the wine glass he had raised to his mouth.

He said nothing, just shook the glass gently.

The personalities of the Wayne father and son are actually quite similar, and neither of them will reveal their inner feelings casually.

A few minutes later, the waiter came again.

Seeing the quiet atmosphere, she put the food on the tray on the table and left.

Eric picked up the knife and fork, "I'll fill my stomach first, don't drink all the wine."

Vincent smiled, "Dad, do you think I can drink another bottle?"

"Of course you can." Eric rolled up a large handful of spaghetti on his fork, "Hermione told us that your kid often goes to the bar outside the school to drink on weekends."

The smile on Vincent's face gradually disappeared, "It's all Sirius's fault. He always asks me to drink with him."

Eric swallowed the pasta in his mouth, "Sirius is the prison escape maniac last year, right?

Hermione said he could turn into a big black dog, or did you bring him back to school? "

"Yeah." Vincent pouted, raised his glass and took a sip, "Why does she tell you everything?"

Eric rolled his eyes, "How dare you say that? If it weren't for her, we wouldn't know how you were doing at school."

Vincent, who knew he was in the wrong, said nothing and drank the rest of the wine in the glass.

He didn't blame Hermione for telling her parents about her, after all, both her and her parents' original intention was to care about him.

What really depressed him was Trelawney's damn prophecy.

If it hadn't been for this ghost thing, he wouldn't have had to hide so many worries, or even take away some of the memories of his parents and Gugu.

If his relationship with Grindelwald is exposed, there will definitely be a strong backlash from magical governments around the world, turning him from a rising star in the wizarding world to the most dangerous person.

Eric held down his hand as he poured wine into his glass, "Don't blame Hermione, she's a good girl, we just want to get to know you better."

Vincent shook his head slightly, "I didn't blame her, it was just me..."

He hesitated several times, "There are some things she probably hasn't told you, but I promise I will tell them all in the future."

Eric let go and asked, "Is it more serious than the quarrel between me and your mother?"

"Much more serious."

"Tch..." Eric rolled up a large handful of spaghetti again, "Just take care of yourself, kid. I'm not old enough for you to worry about yet."

Indeed, my old father was from the special forces and had a wide network of contacts. A wizard with normal brain circuits would not just come to cause trouble.

As for those with abnormal brain circuits...

Vincent thought of Gugu's special flying suit.

With the help of the mana storage device in alchemy, Muggles should be able to use it normally for a short time.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he poured some wine into his glass.

"Dad, are you thirsty?"

"You have good eyesight." Eric raised his wine glass and touched it lightly with him.

After the father and son finished their second cup, they also started chatting.

"Dad, why did you make mom angry?"

"How could I? Didn't I just say that every dress she tried on looked good, but she angrily said that I was perfunctory and said that I must think that she looks the same no matter what she wears."

Vincent's face was full of surprise, "Just because of this little thing?"

Eric laughed dryly and said, "Yes, when you get married in the future, you will experience how long couples can quarrel over trivial matters."

Vincent shrugged nonchalantly, "Dad, I am a wizard, and the trivial matters in your eyes are nothing to me."

Eric gritted his teeth and forked a large piece of steak, "You're quite capable, kid."

"Of course."

Vincent, who did not believe in evil, did not take his sarcasm to heart at all.

It's just a little quarrel between husband and wife, but it's not like they can't live life together.

Occasionally quarreling does not necessarily hurt feelings. Proper control can enhance feelings.

Besides, Hermione is not the little fairy she was in her previous life.

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