This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In addition to an exquisite silver "w" badge, the symbol of the Wizengamot youth representative status is a purple robe.

There is a big difference in the shape, no hat and no defensive magic.

Basic automatic cleaning and repair are still available, and the most important materials are the same.

The low-end version is good, but it looks a bit old.

After the simple ceremony, it was time for the banquet.

Fudge was greeting the guests from afar, and he was busier than Vincent, the protagonist.

It felt more and more like a celebration banquet.

The Wayne family laughed so hard that their faces were about to freeze. They quickly found a seat to sit down after dealing with a wave.

Gugu was lying in the middle, and he didn't even have interest in the food from all over the world.

Tired, not just ordinary tired.

It's just a cute owl, but I didn't expect it to be pulled out by the shit shoveler.

Beautiful ladies are okay, but greasy uncles and grandpas are okay.

As the little temper was making a fuss, the round belly started to cry "gugugugu".

Eric and Yin Fulin winked at Vincent, who stood up and walked to the dining table very tactfully.

If you go there, you will be surrounded. If you sit there, you will be surrounded too.

Since you have to suffer a loss, then suffer it to the end.

After sending away a few people who came to discuss cooperation with Gwent, Vincent finally came to a table with few people.

It turned out to be full of British dishes. No wonder not many guests would choose this place.

He picked up the plate and skillfully forked the steak and stew, and then some roast goose and mashed potatoes.

Cauliflower and broccoli are also indispensable, and finally took the pudding and small cake.

He was very fast, so fast that Sandrine, who wanted to approach and chat, was stunned.

He blinked and sat back.

He must be very hungry, after all, he is at the age of growing up.

Hmm? For the owl?

She stood there and watched for a long time, and finally concluded that Vincent liked small animals and was a kind and caring boy.

"Actually, there's nothing special about Wayne." Rita walked towards her with a smile on her face.

"I can see that you are not convinced and want to find out where you are worse than him."

Sandrine asked in confusion: "Excuse me, you are..."

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I can help you."

Merlin, she really has no other ideas.

They are almost adults, and childish competition is meaningless.

However, Rita is like a master of Legilimency, saying one sentence after another "real" thoughts that she doesn't even know.

Envy and jealousy, and love out of hatred.

If this continues, a novel full of tragedy is about to be born.

"Look at Wayne, he is really charming when he eats."

When Sandrine turned her head to look over, the photographer Bo Zuo brought by Rita quickly pressed the shutter.

With a "click", a photo of the French youth representative "affectionately" looking at the British youth representative was born.

With pictures and texts, the articles in the next few days can be sold at a good price.

"Miss reporter——" Furong, who was nearby, came over.

"It's banquet time now, the interview should be after that, right?"

Sandrine suddenly woke up.

British reporters are so scary, they can easily turn white into black.

"Interview? We are just chatting." Rita gently adjusted her jewel-studded glasses,

"Since my interest has been disturbed, it seems I should enjoy the banquet.☞♦  ♦♦"

She walked away with Bo Zuo one after the other.

Furong leaned in and whispered, "The reporter just now was the notorious British Rita Skeeter.

Even if you didn't accept her interview, she would have imagined, slandered, and made up a series of false news."

"Thank you." Sandrine felt a chill all over her body. "If you hadn't shown up in time, I couldn't imagine how I would be described."

"You're welcome." Furong looked at Vincent who was walking towards them again with a plate of food.

"Wayne is coming. Do you want to say hello to him?"

"Let's go together. Aren't you also interested in him?"

As soon as Vincent picked up a large piece of lamb leg, they stood beside him with plates of food.

"Hello, Wayne." Sandrine also forked a piece of lamb leg,

"Why don't you try our French food? I promise you'll love it."

He looked at the table with the most people, "Please spare me, it will be difficult to get away if I'm entangled by them."

Fleur covered her mouth and chuckled, "Wayne, you must often attend such occasions, right?"

Instead of staying here, it would be better to go back to the old man to play with the big golden retriever.

"No, it's not more than 5 times in total." Vincent met her eyes, and his right hand kept forking food.

Sandrine couldn't keep up with his speed at all.

She and Fleur exclaimed in a low voice at the same time,

"Wayne, how did you do it?"

"Attend more similar banquets." Vincent picked up the full plate,

"Two beautiful ladies, I'm going to leave first."

They looked at his back with complicated eyes as he left.

Not to mention 13 years old, even adults who have won so many honors will have the mentality of showing off.

"Fleur, it seems your charm has failed."

"Principal Maxime just told me that Wayne is a natural master of brain occlumency, immune to any interference from the soul and spirit."

Sandrine joked: "So you want to test your Veela bloodline again?"

Fleur smiled but said nothing.

Her beautiful blue eyes scanned the entire main hall.

There were many outstanding young wizards present, but almost all of them did not dare to look at him.

Vincent, who was much younger than them, not only dared, but also did not do anything similar to please.

Magical talent is one aspect, but more importantly, it is essentially different.

"Fleur?"

"Um?"

Sandrina waved her hand at her somewhat exaggeratedly, "I'm sure your dazed look just now has been photographed by that unscrupulous reporter."

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Fleur blinked and motioned for her to look towards the corner where the Wayne family was.

Vincent ate with elegance, even when Rita sat across from him with a small notebook in hand.

His parents didn't panic at all, as if the person sitting across from them was not some notoriously unscrupulous reporter.

The ignorant are fearless?

But it doesn't look like it.

They couldn't use words to describe this strange scene.

Of course Rita dared to conduct interviews while others were dining, but the Wayne family acted too casually, as if they were not afraid of being reported randomly.

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After the interview, Rita was ready to leave.

When she stood up, she happened to meet two pairs of big doubtful eyes.

"Mr. Wayne, it seems that you are very popular with the opposite sex."

Vincent wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, "My great reporter, you don't want to report my gossip, do you?"

"How is that possible?" Rita blinked with a smile, "The identities of both of them are not simple.

Sandrine is the sole heiress of the Cama family in France. "

"As for that delicate French 'Flower of the Court' -" she half-squinted her eyes, her tone slightly teasing,

"Fleur Delacour, you know that she is the witch of the Delacour family without me having to say more."

Sure enough, no one who can attend this banquet is simple.

Vincent didn't think there was anything special, so he picked up his fork again and planned to continue eating.

Rita was a little disappointed, but she soon showed what she thought was a charming smile.

"The reason why Miss Delacour is able to attract young people of the opposite sex is because her bloodline is more than just a simple wizard."

"Wizards and magical creatures?"

The pride that had just risen on her face disappeared instantly, "This...how did you know?"

"I went to Abe's house in Japan during the Christmas vacation." Vincent calmly cut off a small piece of lamb leg meat.

"Their ancestors forced a nine-tailed fox to give birth to his offspring, and there has never been a Squib in this family."

Rita's smile became awkward, "Ahem - now that you are mentally prepared, I can safely tell you this information."

Damn information.

You obviously want to tell a story for fun, but if you are found out, you immediately change your story, and you still want to pretend that nothing happened?

Under the gaze of four pairs of big eyes of the Wayne family, Rita sat down again and slowly revealed a secret that was not a secret in the French magical world.

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