This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent and Hermione are no longer children, so it is normal for them to have a relationship.

It was only yesterday that they accepted the reality that their daughter had grown up suddenly, and now there is even more heavy news. Any parent will feel empty in their hearts.

Chris was pushed to the door by Hermione, but he did not mean to go in.

Vincent understood immediately and nodded to her gently, indicating that there was no need to worry at all.

When Hermione, who was full of worry, entered the house, Chris motioned him to follow and walk around.

The two returned to the backyard again and stopped under a palm tree in tacit understanding.

"Uncle Chris, Hermione and I have just confirmed our relationship. I hope you can agree to our relationship."

Vincent was frank, which made Chris's little dissatisfaction disappear completely.

He put his hand heavily on Vincent's shoulder, "Of course I won't object. In fact, I have long expected this day to come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

He didn't understand magic, but he knew Vincent was serious, "Your parents probably don't know yet, right?"

"Uh..." Vincent touched his nose awkwardly, "Actually, my father asked me to confirm the relationship as soon as possible and stop dragging it out."

Chris was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "This is indeed Eric's character."

He gently pinched Vincent's broad shoulders, "You are very much like your father, I believe you will cherish Hermione."

The two families knew each other well. Vincent had an excellent appearance, a good personality, and no bad habits. Chris had no reason to object.

And he knew his daughter Hermione's character very well, so even if he objected, it would not have any effect.

After untying the knot in his heart, he felt more and more satisfied with Vincent the more he looked at him.

The two chatted casually and soon returned to the house together.

Hermione, who was sitting on the sofa, saw them talking and laughing, and her hanging heart could finally be put down steadily.

"Uncle Chris, I'm going home today."

"It's so late, why don't you stay at our house tonight?"

Hermione hurriedly stuffed her cane into Vincent's arms, "Dad, he can Apparate and be home in the blink of an eye."

Chris smiled and shook his head, "You just confirmed your relationship, don't you really need to stay a little longer?"

"Dad!" Hermione glared at Vincent with shame and anger.

Girls who fall in love for the first time will be particularly shy, and will be more sensitive than before, always worried about gains and losses.

What's more, she is in front of her father, and if she doesn't leave, she might get angry.

Although Vincent was very curious about her angry look, he was very tactful to take the cane and walked towards the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

There is still a long way to go, there will always be such a day.

He changed his shoes and faced Hermione in the living room, "Are you free during the day?"

She glanced at Chris beside her cautiously, "Yes."

Vincent's mouth corners slightly raised, "That's great, let's go on a date later."

Hermione, blushing, didn't dare to meet his eyes, lowered her head and said "hmm" softly.

Chris beside him nodded secretly.

Although he was a little unhappy in his heart, Vincent's generous performance made him feel safe.

From Hermione's little hands that had nowhere to put, it can be seen that she is actually very happy.

Vincent raised his cane, "I'm leaving, see you at 10 o'clock in the morning."

Hermione finally raised her head and smiled sweetly at him.

The black and white vortex suddenly appeared and disappeared with the sound of gas explosion.

Chris looked at the place where Vincent had just stood in surprise.

Magic is really amazing, it is more convenient than any means of transportation.

Although his daughter can do it, she doesn't have a qualification certificate yet, so she can't perform it as freely as her boyfriend.

Chris wanted to ask if the Apparition test was difficult, but Hermione had already walked to the stairs.

"Dad, I'm going back to my room to rest." She left this sentence and went upstairs without looking back.

Chris stood there and shook his head with a wry smile.

His daughter has really grown up, and the once caring little cotton-padded jacket has become someone else's.

Alas, it will still be a bit empty after all.

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Oxford Street was still very lively at one o'clock in the morning, but the Wayne family at the end of the street was as quiet as usual.

Vincent Apparated directly to his room.

He restored his cane to its original shape, and then gently waved it at his clothes, turning his clothes back to his original pajamas.

"Hmm--" He stretched his waist and then fell heavily on the bed.

After saying everything he should say, he really felt unprecedented relaxation.

Vincent slept until early in the morning, and his whole mental state was different.

He came downstairs and greeted Eric who was reading a newspaper at the dining table.

"Good morning, Dad."

Eric put down the newspaper with a suspicious look on his face, "Are you up? How was last night?"

Vincent, who had just walked into the bathroom, turned around and said, "The relationship has been confirmed."

Eric nodded with great satisfaction.

As his son, it is reasonable to have such efficiency.

Evelyn came out of the kitchen with breakfast, and Eric still looked proud.

"Honey, our son has a girlfriend, why are you happier than him?"

Eric shook his head while holding the newspaper, "You don't understand, what I worry about most is that our son is too outstanding and looks down on other girls."

Evelyn rolled her eyes at him, put down the toast and went back to the kitchen.

When Vincent finished washing up, Eric was still feeling good about himself.

Evelyn came quietly, put down the strawberry jam and knife and fork, and returned to the kitchen quietly.

Vincent came to the dining table and waved at Eric, "Dad, did you make Mom angry again?"

"No way, I've been coaxing you all night."

"Oh." Vincent sat down and opened the lid of the jam, "By the way, Dad, I'm going to borrow your car later."

The smile on Eric's face froze, "Borrow a car? Can you drive?"

"Yes." Vincent picked up the fork and scooped some strawberry jam, spreading them evenly on the toast.

"That's fine, you're driving to a date, right?"

Vincent looked up in astonishment, and gave him a thumbs up, "Dad, how did you guess it?"

The smile on Eric's face appeared again, "What's so hard to guess, I used to drive the old man's antique car to go on dates."

Evelyn, smiling, suddenly appeared and slammed the cup full of milk in her hand on the dining table in front of him.

Although not a drop of wine spilled, the atmosphere became strangely quiet.

It was very quiet and very scary.

Vincent lowered his head and ate toast, pretending not to see the distress signal sent by his old father.

"Mom and Dad, I'm full."

He left the table in a flash, and Eric could only stare at his back.

"Uh... dear..."

Evelyn sat down with a smile.

After all, they are an old couple, what else can Eric do? Just keep coaxing.

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