This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Wayne family has Chinese food for lunch today.

Under Vincent's astonished gaze, Hermione, wearing an apron, walked into the kitchen with Evelyn.

He asked Eric blankly, "Dad, when did their relationship become so good?"

"It should be that they went to the Chinese cooking class together these few days."

"Ah?" Vincent was surprised, "Did they go together?"

"You didn't know?" Eric showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "Tsk tsk - you are quite happy."

Vincent realized it later.

It turned out that Evelyn started cooking Chinese food because of Hermione.

Mutual dedication and two-way running are the most comfortable relationships between people.

Eric patted his shoulder lightly, "Cherish her well, she is a good girl."

Vincent looked at the busy back in the kitchen and smiled unconsciously.

Perhaps it touched the softest part of his heart. Now he feels great satisfaction and happiness like a child who got two candies.

Eric shook his head and walked away.

The silly son at home is so lucky, and his father is so envious.

After a simple and warm lunch, Vincent drove Hermione out for a ride.

In June, the streets of London are crowded with people, and with tourists from all over the world, traffic jams are very common.

So what if you drive a Bugatti? The Rolls-Royce and Mercedes in front are still stuck in traffic.

Even if Vincent's driving skills are excellent, he is still stumped by the dense traffic.

He looked at the long snake of cars in front, "Mr. Weasley's idea is really practical. I want to have a car that can not only fly but also be invisible."

Hermione thought of the metal boots he held in the morning, "Aren't flying boots more convenient?"

Vincent gripped the steering wheel tightly, "Machinery is a man's romance. I will definitely build a dream car that can go to the sky, the ground and the sea."

His eyes were shining, and Hermione was stunned for a while.

She shyly looked away, "Yes, flying boots are too conspicuous, and cars are much more practical."

Vincent nodded silently, "The living standards of wizards are too low. If there were no restrictions on the Statute of Secrecy, I would never have invented these things."

Even Muggles can imagine holographic projections through technology, and wizards can only imagine more creative ideas through magic.

However, due to the restrictions of the Statute of Secrecy, these creative ideas that would expose the magic world are all unknown, and even completely disappeared in the long river of history.

Until Vincent appeared.

But sooner or later, he will also be restricted by the Statute of Secrecy.

Just as Hermione was thinking about what he would do in the future, the traffic jam in front finally began to move forward slowly.

Vincent stepped on the accelerator lightly and followed closely behind the Rolls-Royce.

The royal blue Bugatti slowly drove out of London.

He glanced at Hermione who was still in deep thought, and considerately lowered the window to let the air circulate.

Perhaps because her breathing was much smoother, she quickly finished thinking and quietly looked at Vincent who was concentrating on driving.

The difficulty of abolishing the Statute of Secrecy is no less than Brexit. Even if the Ministry of Magic takes the lead, it needs the consent of most wizards.

Grindelwald once wanted to abolish this law by becoming the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, but unfortunately his overly unscrupulous approach ultimately led to failure.

Although Vincent's character is not as radical as his, he is not as gentle as Dumbledore.

It is conceivable that the wizarding world will usher in a change, but Hermione, as a witness and even a participant, said nothing, just quietly looked at Vincent.

As if responding to her burning gaze, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and drove on the highway.

The corners of Hermione's mouth rose slightly, she didn't feel any danger at all, and even enjoyed the excitement brought by the speed.

From the uneasiness when she first followed him on a night tour to the worry-free and enjoyable life now, she knew that she only needed to do one thing in the future, that is, to believe in him wholeheartedly.

Near the evening, the royal blue Bugatti, which had been racing all afternoon, finally returned to London.

The ticket was probably not too small, but Vincent had no psychological pressure at all.

The car was registered in the name of his old father, so he would not be fined.

After returning from Nurmengard Castle, his mentality and behavior had obviously changed a lot.

Hermione, who gently took his hand and got out of the car, felt that it was pretty good now.

There was no need to consider external factors too much, and live as much as possible according to your most comfortable ideas.

It was just pitiful for Eric as a father.

Last time it was a credit card bill, this time it was a traffic ticket, and I don’t know what it will be next time.

Hermione couldn’t help but smile.

She walked into the Eggplant Restaurant with Vincent’s hand.

JP, the lobby manager, recognized the two at a glance.

Today, the young couple was dressed casually and in a relaxed state.

He stepped forward and greeted them warmly, "Welcome, Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger."

The two went to the second floor under his guidance and sat at the table near the floor-to-ceiling glass window last time.

"Let Chef Ramsay decide on tonight's dinner?"

Hermione nodded to Vincent.

JP smiled bitterly, "It's really unfortunate that our chef is off today."

"Is that so..." Hermione felt a little regretful.

Vincent winked at JP, signaling him to come over and have a few words in private.

His girlfriend has taken the trouble to learn Chinese food, so how can a boyfriend not show some appreciation?

"Mr. Wayne?"

"I want to use your kitchen."

JP readily agreed.

In order to maintain the mystery, Vincent said that he wanted to visit the kitchen before deciding on the menu for tonight.

Hermione, who was sitting alone at the table, was not left out, as JP arranged for a pianist and a violinist to play music.

The chef of Eggplant Restaurant is a hell chef who is known for his strictness, and even the kitchen maintains the usual high standards.

Clean, tidy, and efficient, this is Vincent's first impression when he walked into the kitchen.

Even if Chef Ramsay is not there, the chefs can serve the food in an orderly manner under the leadership of the sous chef.

It was a pity not to hear the characteristic venomous tongue of the British accent, but he had rolled up his sleeves and put on his apron, ready to do a big job.

Blanch the fresh mushrooms in boiling water, then pick them up and slice them quickly with a knife.

Pour the cream into the pot, wait until it boils, add the chopped onions, corn kernels and mushroom slices.

While waiting, pick two tomatoes and cut them into very thin slices together with the buffalo mozzarella, then stack them on a plate in the order of tomatoes, basil leaves and cheese, and finally drizzle some balsamic vinegar on the surface.

The simple salad has just been completed, and the cream of mushroom soup in the pot is also ready.

It took less than 5 minutes in total. Although it was just two ordinary appetizers in the eyes of the busy chefs, Vincent's smooth cooking was very beautiful, as pleasing to the eye as their chef.

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