This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The carnival lasted for two full days.

Of course, not many students can persist for two days.

But early on Sunday morning, many students walked out of the castle yawning.

Clothes, textbooks, etc. were all packed and put into the suitcases by the house elves, and they would naturally be found in the storage room of the train when they arrived at the station.

The only exception is Vincent.

Because his mithril suitcase really became Fatty Lan’s fourth-dimensional pocket, and all his friends’ luggage was placed in it.

The most exaggerated one is Daphne, who has seven large suitcases.

The Hogwarts Express has compartment W that is half the size of a classroom.

They have got their luggage back.

The sharp-eyed Gugu suddenly flew up and grabbed a bag of cookies.

This belongs to it and no one can take it away.

Cedric couldn't laugh or cry after his biscuit was taken away.

Normally I can't fly, but when I see something to eat I fly faster than anyone else.

Qiu hugged Gugu and said, "You can't do this. Taking other people's things is a thief's behavior."

"Gugu——"

She looked at Vincent who was doing nothing.

"It said it didn't steal, it said it was a robbery."

Cedric looked away.

Hogwarts' most distinguished governor is being unreasonable.

Qiu La's chubby little face said, "That's not okay either. You shouldn't grab things that don't belong to you."

After a small punishment, she picked up the cookie and gave it back to Cedric.

"Thank you - thank you." He didn't know who he was thanking with his grateful eyes.

Vincent squinted his eyes, seeming to see something.

Adolescent boys and girls...

He gave Cedric an encouraging look.

"Woo--" the train's whistle sounded.

Time passes quickly for some people and very slowly for others.

The train drove for about an hour, and Cedric mustered up the courage to come to the other side.

Smile said a few words to Qiu, and then sat next to her.

The topic should be of interest to both parties, but Vincent is no longer interested in knowing.

Fred and George were talking about summer vacation arrangements.

Arthur, who is full of luck, won the annual Golden Galleons Award of the Daily Prophet last week.

The prize was a full 700 galleons, and they all thought they would spend it on travel.

Most likely Egypt, as their eldest brother Bill was the Gringotts Cursebreaker there.

"Old Wen, how do you plan to spend your summer vacation?"

"First I'll go to Italy, then I'll go to Germany, and maybe I'll go to France on the way."

James smiled wickedly and hooked his shoulder, "What price did Mr. Giovanni Gaste offer?"

Hermione perked her ears slightly.

The photos taken by this photographer from Italy are perfect. Most of the photos he took of them on Mount Fuji during the Christmas holiday can be used directly as magazine covers.

Sure enough, he was still staring at Vincent!

"I have already rejected Mr. Gaste."

"Then why are you going to Italy?"

"Of course I'm doing something important." Vincent pretended to be under the gaze of several pairs of big eyes.

"Do you think I would be so superficial that I would go all the way to Italy to be a male model just for that little money?

I tell you, this is impossible.

Everyone became curious.

He was so poor that all he had left was mithril, so he had to earn gold galleons.

"So, are you going to develop the Gwent market in Italy?"

Vincent smiled and met their eyes one by one, "No."

"What about France and Germany?"

"You really want to know?"

They all nodded their little heads.

"Unfortunately." He shook his head and sighed, "These are secrets that I don't intend to share."

Even Neville rolled his eyes.

James, who was nearest, stood up and sat in another seat with a look of disdain.

Hogwarts' number one socialite has evolved to find fun anytime, anywhere.

You will get infected if you get too close, so you have to stay away quickly.

After a while, a bold little witch sat over.

She Niu's second place, that's fine.

Hermione looked at Vincent with interest, "Looking at how relaxed you are, you must be very confident about your summer vacation, right?"

"What's the itinerary? I just went there for a walk."

"So that's it." She smiled and looked away, "Our family is going to travel to France this year. When will you leave?"

Vincent lowered his guard slightly and said, "The election of the Wizengamot Youth Representative ends at the end of July. I should have returned from Italy before that."

"Don't be nervous, you will definitely become a representative."

“I’m the only nominee in the UK, do you think I’ll be nervous?”

Hermione seemed to have just remembered, and suddenly sat up straight with some enlightenment.

"Yes, I almost forgot that it was the 'hush money' specially given to you by Fudge."

Vincent's expression became strange, "I always feel that you are hinting at something."

She blinked harmlessly and leaned back in her chair, "No way, I just guessed what you were going to do in Italy."

It turned out to be a cliche.

"Yeah, I'll go do some business."

Hermione stopped her dangling little feet and showed a rather stiff smile, "You really can't say?"

"cannot."

She sat back on the opposite side with her mouth open and groaned.

Daphne seemed to have known the result for a long time and was comforting her in a low voice.

When they looked over, Vincent gave them a friendly and elegant smile.

The train arrived at platform nine and three-quarters at 4pm, stared at by the two little witches.

Outside were all parents picking up their children, and the station guards who maintained order were probably Aurors in disguise.

Vincent said goodbye to his friends briefly, and after a few glances, he found Eric and Yin Fulin in the crowd.

Sam was not only there, but also with his arms open, as if he was expecting something.

He stepped forward and stuffed the suitcase over, then turned around and hugged his parents.

"How are your grades?"

"First in the grade."

The Waynes smiled and nodded, holding their son's hand and walking out of King's Cross Station.

Sam chased after them with an unhappy face.

There was no humanity at all, and he worked hard to pay off his debts.

The street outside was crowded with people, but there were many people gathered around the two side-by-side and inconspicuous parking spaces.

Although it was not clear, Vincent still recognized the dark blue and silver sports car.

Bugatti Eb 110, the front of the car retains the family-style arched air intake, and the top sports car with a lift-up two-door design.

Equipped with a 5-liter V-12 cylinder engine, the whole car is made of carbon fiber.

Top speed 342km\\/h, 0 to 100 kilometers acceleration in just 49 seconds, the fastest mass-produced car at present.

Vincent smacked his lips, "Dad, what price did you offer Mr. Artioli?"

Eric slightly straightened his strong chest, shrugged and spread his hands in a very casual manner,

"Mr. Artioli has been very interested in Lotus cars recently, and it just so happens that an old classmate of mine owns a lot of shares."

Lotus is Lotus, and its founder is Colin Chapman, an outstanding British engineer.

He once served in the Air Force. From the first car, he used the method of studying aircraft to put the concept of "aerodynamics + lightweight" into every link of car manufacturing.

Vincent finally knew the strength of his father Eric.

He is indeed a top student from Yinton.

When the Wayne family got into two sports cars, they were seen by many students.

The first one to bear the brunt was Draco.

So what if it is a Muggle sports car?

It can't fly or go into the water, so what can it do if it runs fast on the ground?

But the appearance is really handsome, especially the silver one.

The sound of the engine is even more exciting, and it must feel great to drive it.

Volume 2:

The Self-cultivation of the Dark Lord

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