This Hogwarts isn't normal.

No matter which country you are in, bars are synonymous with noise, chaos and decadence.

Under the influence of alcohol, even a gentleman will become a beast with only desire in his mind, not to mention those strangers who have never met.

But in most cases, people still have some self-control.

Tonight, Wayne and his son were unlucky and met a group of real idiots.

But in a sense, their luck is pretty good.

It was 3 o'clock in the morning when the father and son finished recording their statements at the Modena Police Station.

It was not Vincent who started the fight first, and at most it could only be regarded as excessive self-defense.

And he is not a native, not even an adult.

After paying the fine, the matter was resolved smoothly.

The two returned to the lobby of the police station, and three sexy girls who had been waiting for a long time came over first.

The cause of the incident was that they looked at Vincent more, and in addition to expressing their apologies, they all left their contact information in an ambiguous way.

Father and son fighting together?

Goodbye, they are serious people.

The three sexy girls stared at the backs of Wayne and his son as they left the police station.

Their eyes were full of desire, and they licked their lips at the same time.

"Magari! If I could spend the night with such a powerful real man, even if it was just to hug each other and fall asleep, I would die without regrets in my life."

"It's over, I feel like I will dream about them in the future."

"Are you having an erotic dream? You are such a little slut."

They all seemed to have forgotten the men lying in the hospital.

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Wayne and his son took a police car back to the hotel.

The Italian police were quite humane. They knew that the public security in the early morning was not very good and that they might not be able to get a taxi, so they specially sent two old sheriffs to escort them in person.

However, the moment the elevator door closed, the two sheriffs breathed a sigh of relief.

The public security in Italy in the early morning was indeed not very good, but the two were worried about the bad guys who committed crimes.

At the age of 14, my son could beat a group of adults with his bare hands, and even gave a strong man a concussion.

He looked very polite and gentle, but he developed quickly, so he was so cruel when he got into a fight.

His father, who had served in the army, was probably not much worse, and he might even be from the special forces.

If I don't want to continue to solve cases tonight, I have to escort them back in person.

Mafia?

If they really run into that group of Sicilian black gloves, I'm afraid they will be defeated before they can take out their weapons.

As the two sheriffs walked out of the hotel, the elevator that Wayne and his son took also arrived at the floor where they were staying.

Of course, they knew everything they should know about such a big thing as a drunken fight.

As soon as the father and son walked out of the elevator, Evelyn, who had been waiting for a long time in her pajamas, rushed over and grabbed Eric and scolded him.

"Are you crazy? Not only did you take your son to the bar, but you also got drunk and got into a fight with him!"

Vincent said weakly, "Mom, I was the one who beat him up."

"That's the same!" Evelyn glared at Eric, who was aggrieved, "How can you be a father? What if our son gets a scratch!"

Vincent finally understood that the reason why she was so angry now was not entirely because of what happened just now, but "personal grudges" accounted for at least half of it.

Eric lowered his head the whole time and endured the scolding without saying a word.

In front of the Granger family, Evelyn didn't scold for too long.

After carefully confirming that Vincent was not injured, she returned to the room angrily.

She closed the door hard and quickly opened it again.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come in!"

Eric heard his wife's order and hurriedly trotted into the room.

Chris quietly gave him a thumbs up when he passed by.

There is a wise saying in the ancient East: "A real man can bend and stretch, and endure what ordinary people cannot endure."

Brother Eric's ability to endure humiliation is really a role model for our generation.

It was almost 4 a.m., and the Grangers briefly showed concern for Vincent and went back to their rooms.

Hermione seemed to have something to say, but it was already late, and she, like Evelyn, carefully confirmed that he was not injured, and went back to her room.

Vincent went back to his room, took a shower, and went to bed.

When he woke up and opened his eyes, he saw Hermione sitting on a chair beside his bed.

She was holding a fashion magazine in her hand, and perhaps she was too engrossed in reading it, she didn't notice that Vincent sat up quietly.

"What are you reading?"

The familiar voice in her ear scared Hermione so much that she almost slapped the magazine in her hand on his face.

She raised her fist and hit his strong chest, "You scared me to death, I shouldn't have stopped just now."

Vincent gently grabbed her wrist, "You scared me to death, I opened my eyes and saw you sitting by my bed, I thought I was dreaming."

Hermione pouted slightly, "It's because you slept too deeply, I called you for a long time just now and you didn't respond."

She pulled out her little hand, turned around and picked up the kettle on the bedside table.

"Drink some honey water first, Uncle Eric has told us what happened last night."

Vincent quietly watched her scoop a small spoonful of honey into the hot water that had just been poured.

He held the cup of water she handed over, and felt warm in his heart.

He raised his cup and took a big sip of honey water, "By the way, how did you get into my room?"

Hermione smiled at him and blinked meaningfully.

It turned out to be a wandless unlocking spell. With her current magic level, she can indeed cast some simple spells.

Vincent, with a proud face, unconsciously straightened his chest, "I said you can definitely learn wandless spells."

Hermione's smile became even bigger, "If it weren't for your teaching, I might not even be able to learn the most basic mana manipulation."

"No, no, no, it's all because you learn quickly."

"No, in fact, you teach well."

The two flattered each other, and then laughed in tacit understanding.

Making others happy and being happy yourself, this way of getting along is really very comfortable.

After laughing, Vincent drank the remaining honey water in the water in one gulp.

It's different when it's made by his girlfriend herself. He feels that he is in a very good state.

"It's almost noon now, right?"

"It should be about the same."

Vincent stretched his arms slightly, "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll make it for you now."

Hermione shook her head and gently pressed his shoulders, "Let me do it. You drank so much yesterday, so you should have a good rest."

"Okay then." Vincent always felt that something was different about her.

She prepared honey water for him early in the morning, and she seemed to be in a particularly good mood.

Because of what happened at the open bar yesterday?

Her boyfriend completely ignored the sexy girl who came to chat up with him. As a girlfriend, Hermione must have been very happy when she heard the news.

If this is the case, the Waynes should have reconciled.

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