This Hogwarts isn't normal.

While Hermione was concentrating on completing her work, a burgundy GT-R was speeding on the road to Bristol city center.

In the car, Rinne held the steering wheel with her right hand and a travel guide in her left hand. She only occasionally looked towards the front of the car.

The rebuilt St. Nicholas Church retained its medieval style, and she was amazed by the art collection inside.

Where should we go next?

Graffiti Street?

If you happen to be on the way, go check it out.

As she stepped on the accelerator, the burgundy GT-R drove towards the city center like lightning.

And Hermione from Graffiti Street is quickly completing her work.

"Vincent, I want gold."

A bottle of golden spray paint slowly floated in front of her.

It's relatively remote here, and there aren't many buildings around it.

But even if someone passes by, with Vincent's current level of magic, he can already cast a confusion spell silently and without a wand.

Standing on his shoulder, Hermione also used some simple wandless spells when painting. It was mainly used to accurately control the landing point of the spray paint and prevent it from splashing wantonly.

If she didn't, maybe she would keep painting until tomorrow morning.

"Please go to the left."

According to the picture in her memory, the upper body of a blond boy in sportswear was drawn with his back turned.

Then there was his raised hand, and a small dried fish he was holding.

Soon, a round outline appeared.

It was an owl, and it was flapping its wings vigorously, trying to fly up and pick up the small fish.

Hermione bent down and drew the boy's seated lower body.

While drawing, she simply sat on Vincent's shoulder.

"Metallic gray."

The pure black background is painted with metallic gray from bottom to top. The simple black lines are slightly blurred, but it can be vaguely seen that it is in a train compartment.

Hermione sat on Vincent's shoulders again.

Maybe she was so focused that she didn't notice that her gauze skirt covered his face.

She was nearing the end of her painting, she just needed to add some details and finally paint the bottom part.

Vincent, whose vision was blocked, wanted to remind her about the skirt.

With the fresh orange perfume smelling in his nose and the soft touch coming from the back of his head, no normal man could bear this.

But it’s too embarrassing to say it. Social cows and straight men are two completely different concepts.

Fortunately, this painful and pleasurable torture did not last long.

"Vincent, you can put me down now."

Thanks to Merlin's care, he put his hands on Hermione's slim waist, lifted her up with a little force, then lowered his head and held her sideways in his arms.

Vincent hugged her and squatted down, "The floor is dirty, put on your shoes first."

"Yeah." Hermione blushed and picked up her high heels from the floor.

Although the posture is a bit awkward, it is quite convenient to wear.

She stood on the ground, saw Vincent's slightly messy hair, and suddenly realized something and became more shy.

"Sorry, I didn't notice just now..."

Vincent gently put his hand on her little head, "Now it's even."

Hermione looked into his extremely clear blue eyes and subconsciously tiptoed closer to him.

"Don't move, let me tidy it up for you."

The embarrassment on Vincent's face disappeared instantly.

He lowered his hands and leaned over to let her arrange his hair.

It is actually quite good to have such a girlfriend who will completely ignore the outside world when she is serious. At least it can prove that her mind is simple enough.

"alright."

Vincent stood up straight with some guilt and looked at the graffiti she was about to complete.

Was Gugu not so mellow before entering school? And his shoulders weren't so broad at that time.

Hermione's big, expectant eyes were fixed on his face.

“Full marks for the work!”

Vincent gave her a thumbs up, then pointed his finger at the brown spray paint on the ground.

"Leave it to me."

There was still one third of the entire wall, and he drew a furry head based on the image of his memory.

Hermione looked at the little outlines of his back with extremely nostalgic eyes.

She has long brown hair that looks a little messy and wears the freshman robe of Hogwarts. This is her own back.

At that time, she came into the cubicle to help Neville find Leif, and then there were some unpleasant conflicts.

Now looking back on this past incident, she found that she was really unpopular at that time.

If Vincent hadn't had a good temper and didn't care about her, I'm afraid she would have been isolated in school.

"Thank you, thank you for appearing in my world."

Vincent stopped what he was doing and looked back at her, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Hermione had a happy smile on her face and hugged him tightly from behind.

"It's nothing, I just want to say thank you."

"Okay." Vincent continued to complete the work.

Hermione kept hugging him from behind, her big bright eyes moving from the graffiti to his serious profile from time to time.

When he started to squat down to paint, she reluctantly let go of his hand.

After about 5 minutes, the entire graffiti work was completely completed.

Vincent ended up using black spray paint to draw his magic runes, "?" in the lower right corner.

Then he turned around and handed the spray paint to Hermione, "You can leave your name too."

She took the spray paint, thought about it carefully, and replaced it with a white one.

One black and one white, two "?" superimposed on each other.

Vincent was a little surprised, but he also understood what she wanted to express.

No matter what he wants to do in the future, she hopes that he can take her with him.

This is a wish, a wish that is not difficult to achieve.

Vincent took her hand, "We will always be together."

Hermione took the initiative to open her fingers and clasped them with his fingers, "Yes, we will always be together."

The two did not stay together for too long, and soon picked up the various spray paints scattered on the ground.

Vincent held the box with both hands, "Let's go, let's go for a hot air balloon ride."

Hermione's little hand was on his arm, "Isn't the Bristol Hot Air Balloon Festival in August?"

"I also have money, okay."

Hermione tightened her little hand around his arm, "Let's not, Rin's family is one of the richest in Japan, why don't we go for a drive?"

After all, Vincent's last name is Wayne, and he has to be willful when he needs to be willful.

"Don't worry, my card belongs to my father. He told me not to be polite to him and told me to use it however I want."

"Okay then."

Eric, who was far away on Oxford Street, was cleaning his gun when he suddenly sneezed loudly.

Vincent and Hermione decided on their itinerary and cast a small permanent protective spell on the entire graffiti before leaving.

Not to mention spray paint and pigments, even a small dust can't stick to it.

The Ministry of Magic should not care about this little thing, and Muggles will only treat it as a special spray paint.

Without the deliberate destruction of wizards, this graffiti will remain on the wall of this single-story cottage forever.

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