This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Eating desserts and drinking tea, they chatted until 11 o'clock in the evening.

When the Grangers saw their daughter's performance, they knew that Vincent must have come to see her for something important.

Chris and Jane looked at each other and each found an excuse to leave the living room to the two of them.

The atmosphere suddenly became strangely quiet.

Vincent put down his teacup and rubbed his bulging belly.

"Why don't we go out for a walk?"

Hermione said "um" softly and followed him to his backyard.

British dentists generally have high incomes, not to mention that the Grangers have their own clinics, and the environment of the private backyard is much better than that of the Wayne family.

And the area is particularly large, surrounded by lush flowers, which is very suitable for walking and digesting food.

Vincent, who was walking slowly in front, suddenly turned around,

"I went to Austria before I came here."

Hermione stood there blankly, with disbelief in her eyes.

There is a very heavily guarded fortress in Austria, which holds a dark lord who once intimidated the global magic world.

She looked extremely nervous, and looked at him with worry, "Are you okay? Did the anti-invasion magic hurt you?"

"Of course not." Vincent opened his hands, "If you don't believe me, you can come and check it out."

Hermione turned her head away with a red face, "I believe you."

She saw him put down his hands from the corner of her eyes, and then turned her head back, "You are still in the mood to joke, it seems that the Austrian Ministry of Magic has not discovered you."

He can arrive at Nurmengard quietly, and he really has a lot of cards.

She was not surprised, and even thought it was a matter of course.

Vincent smiled lightly, "Let's not stand."

He pointed to the wooden bench not far away, "Let's go over there and talk?"

Hermione nodded lightly, came to the bench and sat next to him.

The distance between the two was very close, but there was always something between them.

Vincent put his hands on the chair and looked up at the stars twinkling in the dark night sky, "I talked a lot with my teacher, and he also gave me the last lesson."

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.

These things should be kept absolutely confidential, but he chose to speak out now.

She stared at his profile with great concentration, as if trying to see something.

"My teacher said that I am becoming more and more like Professor Dumbledore, and I am always restrained in doing things."

Vincent suddenly turned his head and looked into her amber eyes, "I think he is right, I really should eliminate all threats to me as soon as possible."

Hermione's heart was pounding, and her head was a little dizzy.

She clutched the nightgown on her legs tightly, "He... Grindelwald is too extreme, do you really think what he said is right?"

"Yes." Vincent's eyes did not leave her eyes, and he was in a very relaxed state,

"Because I inherited everything from him, not only those profound magics, but also his and Professor Dumbledore's original dreams."

These two big guys actually had the same dream?

Hermione was surprised again.

She quickly recalled Grindelwald's life story that she had spent a lot of time and energy to collect some time ago.

This Dark Lord is one of the few true prophets in the magic world, and can predict what major events will happen in the future.

He saw the outbreak of World War II and the nuclear bomb that ended the war.

The reason why the Witch Party wants to rule Muggles is because of his ability to predict the future.

Combined with Vincent's dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic and the Statute of Secrecy, this so-called original dream is likely to eliminate the long-standing contradictions between wizards and Muggles.

At least let the two sides coexist peacefully and no longer have to be hostile to each other.

And to achieve it, Vincent is destined to stand on the opposite side of most wizards.

Hermione raised her head and looked straight into his deep blue eyes.

The price of writing a new chapter of peaceful coexistence between wizards and Muggles may be unimaginable.

She loosened her tightly clenched little hand, "Don't worry, I will never be a burden to you."

Vincent was stunned.

It seems that he has made up his mind.

He tilted his head with a hint of meaning, looking at her sideways, "I might implicate you and shatter your dream of becoming a minister."

Hermione leaned towards him, "I don't care."

"I know." Vincent also leaned sideways, "But I care."

The distance between the two was very close, so close that they could see each other in each other's eyes.

Hermione blushed and looked away, but soon looked back again, "Vincent, I actually..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, so small that it could not be heard at all.

Vincent reached out and stroked her long hair scattered on her shoulders with his fingertips, "What a coincidence, I actually like you for a long time."

Hermione was stunned, but soon it became a matter of course.

There was no need to test each other anymore.

She raised her trembling little hand and gently pressed it against Vincent's face, as if confirming something.

Dreams don't have such a real touch, so all this is not an illusion.

Vincent suddenly grabbed her little hand, and she subconsciously wanted to pull it back in fear.

But he pressed the little hand that was trying to escape tightly against his chest, "I'm telling the truth, you can listen to it again."

"Yeah." Hermione, with a shy face, carefully put her ear against his strong chest.

She whispered to herself, "What is our relationship now?"

Vincent gently hugged her, his fingertips gently resting on her soft back, "We are lovers, to be precise, we are lovers who have just confirmed our relationship."

Hermione rubbed her little head against his arms, "Then you will be my boyfriend in the future, right?"

"Yes." Vincent released his other hand that was holding her, and gently stroked her little head buried in his arms, "Do you have any other questions?"

Hermione put her arms around his waist, raised her head and smiled sweetly, "No, I just want to hold you quietly now."

She buried her face in Vincent's neck and enjoyed the smell of him.

Hermione's current performance is simply a large version of Crookshanks.

Vincent's eyes were very gentle, and he continued to stroke her little head.

I don't know how long it took, but a slight cough suddenly sounded behind the two people who were snuggling on the bench.

Hermione sat up suddenly as if she had a stress reaction.

When she saw that it was her father, she froze like a computer crash.

Chris looked at Vincent meaningfully, "I didn't mean to disturb you, but it's almost midnight now, so I came to remind you."

"Really?" Hermione stood up pretending to be calm, "Where's Mom? Has she returned to her room?"

"Just returned, she asked me to come and remind you."

Hermione trotted to him, "Dad, let's go back and rest."

She pushed Chris towards the house, and after a few steps, she turned back and glared at Vincent shyly, as if hinting at something.

Hurry up?

This is Granger's house after all, so let's listen to her.

Vincent got up and followed.

The cane was still in her living room.

And before leaving, he felt that he needed to explain the relationship between them to Chris.

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