This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Under the premise of not violating the rules of time magic, the biggest use of the time converter is to obtain nearly infinite time.

Others only lived one day, but the two little wizards who used it could live countless days.

The celebration party in the alchemy shop lasted until more than 8 o'clock in the morning.

"Aha——" Vincent yawned, "It's already morning."

He shook his little head, "We have to go back and catch up on sleep."

Today is Sunday, but you should keep a proper distance from your subordinates, not too close or too far.

Lucifer patted his big face, "Chairman, I'll take you there."

"No need." Vincent took his suitcase and stood up,

"You have a good rest, there are still a lot of things waiting for you next."

Hermione said goodbye to Cecilia and followed him out of the alchemy shop.

Knockturn Alley in the daytime does not look as weird as the atmosphere at night, but it is also very quiet and creepy.

Vincent took out two black robes with hoods, "Put them on. It's hard to tell good from bad wizards here. It'll be troublesome if they follow the Apparition to find us."

Hermione put on the robes and hooded herself, covering herself tightly.

"Don't be nervous. Those wizards won't dare to do anything."

His comfort seemed to have the opposite effect.

Although the wizards living here have more or less difficulties, she is not so naive as to think that this place is safe.

Besides, the Ministry of Magic has withdrawn the Aurors, so it is not too cautious.

After walking out of the alley, there were some wizards dressed in the same black robes and hoods standing scattered on the street.

Some were looking at the two of them wantonly, and some were whispering about something.

"Wait, these two live at the end of the alley!"

A wizard whose gender could not be seen stopped and walked back, probably wanting to come here to cause trouble.

Vincent walked quietly, not showing any fear at all.

Hermione behind him clenched her fists the whole time, and began to understand why he dared to be so unscrupulous.

When the alchemy shop was being renovated, it must have experienced countless troubles.

The result was obvious, and they all suffered without exception.

After walking out of Knockturn Alley, there was a dirty and narrow alley leading to Diagon Alley.

Even though they could not see other figures or hear other sounds, the two knew that they were being watched by many eyes.

Perhaps it was because the power of "living at the end of the alley" was too great, they just watched the two leave quietly.

As soon as they arrived at Diagon Alley, Hermione gasped for breath.

She did not complain, but stared at Vincent fiercely.

"I promise there will not be a next time!"

If it were someone else, they would have been beaten long ago.

Walking out of the Leaky Cauldron and arriving at Charing Cross Road, Hermione lifted the hood she was wearing.

She pouted, "Isn't it a bit ostentatious to perform Apparition in broad daylight?"

"No." Vincent pointed to the back alley of the clothing store opposite, "I went back like this the last few times I came here."

There was no loophole at all, and she seemed even more unhappy.

She held his hand in a gloomy mood, and after a short while, they came to a remote street.

It looked familiar, but it shouldn't be in London.

Hermione tilted her head, "Is the next stop King's Cross Station?"

Vincent spread his hands, "No way, I'm most familiar with these places."

From Charing Cross to Oxford Street, King's Cross Station to the Scottish Highlands.

The route was easy to guess, and the locations chosen were very remote.

The two were very lucky and were not discovered.

Dementors certainly didn't count.

Vincent subconsciously raised his wand high, "Expect God to Protect--"

Before the spell came out, Hermione pulled his arm hard,

"It's broad daylight now, and it might be on the news."

Vincent swallowed the last syllable back into his stomach, and glared at the dozen Dementors in the sky.

The Forbidden Forest was like this, it was like this last night, and it's still like this now.

"The stinky guy who lingers..." He raised his wand high and pointed it down, taking Hermione to another plain in the Scottish Highlands.

The Dementors braked urgently and chased after them.

The dizziness just disappeared, and the bone-chilling coldness came again.

Although Vincent could not sense these, he knew that the Dementors were coming from Hermione's tightly pursed lips.

They were not Sirius Black, so they were not professional.

They were indeed relentless in their pursuit.

"Are you feeling better?"

Hermione relaxed her frown, her eyes stubborn,

"Go directly to Hogsmeade, I know you are considering my feelings, so you don't go too far every time."

Vincent took a deep breath and concentrated on performing the follower's appearance.

As soon as the black and white vortex sucked the two in, a strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness came.

Depressed, unable to move.

Like being swept into the deep sea, or buried underground.

Tired, very tired.

This is how Vincent felt.

He appeared in the cave of Hogsmeade holding Hermione's hand, and almost fell down.

The black robes of the two people had a few more holes, which was the best result.

"Huff, huff, huff--" Hermione panted heavily and was helped by him to sit on the side.

Her whole body was sore, as if she had been beaten.

Vincent was not much better.

He lay on the ground, "I seem to have returned to--to the time when I just learned--when I just learned to Apparition."

Each additional foot doubles the burden, and the minion's appearance is doubled again on top of that.

The feeling of exhaustion goes away as quickly as it comes.

He was feeling better, but Hermione still didn't have the strength to move.

Vincent took out a bottle of golden elixir, "Here, open your mouth."

Hermione blushed, opened her mouth, and drank the potion bit by bit.

The potions master's work worked wonders, and she quickly recovered.

"Da da da -" footsteps suddenly came from outside.

The only person who came at this time was Mr. Bock, a black marketeer.

Vincent took out his alder wand, skillfully performed human body transformation, and then restored the black robes on the two men.

He put on his hood, revealing a few strands of greasy black hair.

Hermione twitched her lips.

Although I knew he was imitating him very much, I didn't expect it to be so similar.

"Let's go." The low voice was completely different, but the tone was perfectly restored.

Let alone Mr. Bock, not many people in the school could tell the difference.

Judging from the way he almost subconsciously completed the disguise, he probably didn't often show off in Snape's appearance.

A habitual gangster must be a habitual gangster!

"Mr. Snape?" Mr. Burke was a little surprised. "Long time no see. I didn't expect you to be so early today."

S. Vincent Nape snorted through his nose and walked straight past him.

Hermione, who was heavily covered behind, quickly followed.

Mr. Bock dared not express his anger.

The wizard card caused him heavy losses, and he invested more than ten years of savings in it.

If there's any business these days that's guaranteed to make a profit, it's the perfect potion brewed by a potions master.

But no matter what age they are, they are all hard currency in the market.

"I didn't expect Mr. Snape to like little girls..."

Mr. Burke cooed under his breath.

In the early morning, a man and a woman alone stayed in this deserted cave.

The height difference is so big, what a beast!

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