This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent explored the road from Hogsmeade to the Scottish Highlands for more than an hour.

There are two main difficulties in revealing followers:

1. Use mana to wrap two or more people at the same time;

Second, how to reach the destination quickly and accurately.

There is a difference between living creatures and dead creatures. The space gap that can suck him in is only barely big enough for two people to pass through.

But as the mana increases, the gap will become wider and the difficulty will become lower.

Hermione felt a bone-chilling night wind blowing over her, and the little hand she held out couldn't stop trembling.

"Are you okay?" Vincent put down his wand worriedly, "Are there any sequelae?"

"No." Hermione hugged her shoulders tightly, "It seems like dementors have discovered us."

This is the Scottish Highlands, where the Ministry of Magic focuses on deploying Dementors.

"Calling God to Guard——"

The golden light emitted by the Suanni patron saint dispelled the bone-chilling cold.

Vincent opened his suitcase and spread a blanket on the lawn next to the highway.

"Just wait a moment, I don't know how long it will take to get to London."

Hermione took off her shoes and sat on the blanket with her knees bent and her hands wrapped around her calves.

Her chin rested on her knees, watching Vincent take out a plate of delicate snacks from the box.

The moon is not very full tonight, but the surrounding environment is very peaceful, perfect for outdoor picnics.

He made a pot of black tea and sat down opposite Hermione.

She buried her little face in her legs, revealing only a pair of hazelnut-colored eyes with faint green edges under the moonlight.

The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous. Vincent poured black tea into the cup in front of her, and then looked up at the not too round moon.

The patron saint of Suanni was still driving away the dementors, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could hear the other party's breathing.

Hermione reached for a snack, occasionally stealing glances at him.

After drinking a cup of black tea, Vincent was no longer so embarrassed.

"Would you like a game?" He took out two sets of Gwent cards.

Hermione puffed her cheeks and shook her head.

Vincent couldn't see her expression, but could only tell from her eyes that she didn't want to play cards now.

"Then let me tell you about my new employees."

She nodded her little head.

We're going to meet up soon, so it's a good idea to get to know each other in advance.

"The story starts from this summer vacation..."

The gentleman was fined a large sum of gold galleons, and he would definitely feel unconvinced.

We cannot retaliate easily. We must at least find out who instigated Yamamoto.

"They spent two thousand gold galleons to hire a gang of dark wizards in Knockturn Alley with a 100% completion rate."

Hermione, who no longer puffed out her cheeks, straightened her back and looked nervous, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, but..." Vincent sighed,

“However, this gang called ‘Fallen Paradise’ found out from Rita Skeeter that the anonymous letter was written by me, and immediately informed their accomplices in Japan.

Hermione's expression suddenly changed, "Have they guessed your relationship with Yamamoto?"

"Yes." Vincent sighed again,

"Two seemingly unrelated things were actually connected together by them, and in the end they deduced the truth that I tried my best to conceal."

Hermione comforted him, "No matter how rigorous and careful the plan is, there will still be loopholes. You have done a good job."

"Yeah." Vincent took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, "Fortunately, the process of solving them went smoothly and there were no more troubles."

"That's good." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

But her hand holding the tea cup was shaking slightly.

After all, Fallen Paradise is a gang of dark wizards, and it is also the gang with the highest completion rate for Knockturn Alley commissions.

Deal with this group of people? Not injured?

Looking at Vincent's calm and composed appearance, it seemed that he was not what she had imagined.

"Are they the new employees you hired back?"

"uh-huh."

Hermione's eyes twitched, and then she drank the black tea calmly.

After Yamamoto Nine-Nine, Night Demon and Dream Killer, Fallen Paradise has indeed become a worker under him.

Although they are not heinous witches and scum, they are all bad guys who have done many evil things.

If he dares to use such employees, Vincent might...

She pursed her lips and said, "What about the process? You haven't talked about the process yet."

Vincent swallowed the snack in his mouth and pondered his emotions a little:

"The process was quite exciting, especially after I deliberately walked into Knockturn Alley..."

It was exactly what he said, Hermione's heart was pounding loudly.

If the Aurors weren't searching for Sirius, those dark wizards would definitely dare to kill and steal.

But on the other hand, it was precisely because of the reliable arrangement of the Ministry of Magic that Vincent dared to unscrupulously lure the fallen heaven to show up.

The negotiation process seemed to be full of dangers, but he was sure that the other party did not want to make things worse.

Either be a dog next to the old man, or become his employee.

Five companions traveling to Japan were arrested and had guns pointed at their heads.

Choose one? In fact, there is no choice at all.

"They contacted me last week. The store and underground factory have been completed. They are just waiting for-"

"Wait a minute." Hermione suddenly interrupted him, with a rather troubled expression.

On the surface, Victor is cooperating with the Jingu family on his behalf, but in fact, he is secretly helping Rinne control the family.

It takes less than half a year to take root in the Magic Street, and has the strength to deal with five dark wizards at the same time.

Why would such a person help Vincent?

Although she had not met him many times, he could let Victor take full charge of Japan's affairs, which meant that they were not just a simple relationship between superiors and subordinates.

European face, strong strength, and a complicated relationship.

Hermione could only think of one answer.

"Is Mr. Victor your teacher's man?"

Vincent nodded frankly, "Yes, he was worried about my safety, so he asked Victor to stay with me all the time."

Guessed right, but not completely right.

The teacher he said was Gellert Grindelwald, while Hermione thought the teacher was Nicolas Flamel.

Seeing the little smugness on her face, Vincent inexplicably felt guilty and guilty.

It was not a question of whether to believe it or not, but once his relationship with Grindelwald was exposed, the global magic world would set off a turmoil no less than Voldemort's comeback.

He was the center of the vortex, and everyone who had a relationship with him would be involved.

Wouldn't he use Legilimency and Veritaserum?

If the scums had not made an unbreakable oath to each other, even if the Order of Merlin, Second Class, had not been revoked, they would certainly not have been able to become the British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot.

Since Hermione's dream is to be the Minister of Magic, there cannot be any stain on her resume.

It has nothing to do with future plans, it's simply because they are friends.

"Hey--" Hermione's little hand swayed in front of him, "Why did you stop? You haven't introduced them one by one."

Vincent hid his guilt and remorse deep in his heart, "I'm just organizing my words.

Wait a minute, I have to think of some appropriate adjectives."

Hermione seemed to understand something vaguely.

He was not pretending to be worried just now, and it was obvious that he was hiding something from her.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Since he didn't say it, she didn't ask.

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