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In a desolate valley, a black and white vortex suddenly appeared.
Having come from London in the southeast, Devin's Apparition are competent.
It would be even better if the dizziness could be reduced.
Vincent shook his head slightly, gaining a deeper understanding of Sam, who was about the same age.
Putting aside whether it's uncomfortable or not, the fact that it's an intercontinental journey is impressive enough.
"Greengrass Manor is at the bottom of the valley." Devin walked at the front.
"Further down there are Anti-Apparition Jinx and anti-flying spells, so we can only get there on foot."
Fifteen minutes later, he stood at the edge of the hill and raised his wand.
They tapped the air twice, and what came into view was a manor built on the hillside.
Inside the iron gate is a short green belt that leads to an exquisitely carved fountain, and further ahead is a section of white marble wall.
The main buildings of the manor are behind the wall, and even with the small buildings next to them, the scale is not very large.
A couple was walking slowly toward them, around the fountain.
Even from a distance, the two recognized Vincent.
They all attended the hearing this morning.
Their slightly joyful faces stiffened for a moment.
When his gaze swept over Viktor, there was an undisguised disdain in his eyes.
"Devy, they're all your friends, aren't they?" Mr. Greengrass waved his hand, causing the iron gate to open automatically.
"Uncle Lestrange, I'm just here to show you the way."
Lestrange Greengrass exchanged a subtle glance with his wife.
Vincent, who corrupted his eldest daughter, is one thing, but what about that guy who exudes an undeniable dark aura?
"Come in first and we can talk," Mrs. Greengrass said, pulling on Devin's arm. "You've gotten quite robust in the past two years."
She pulled the person forward.
Lestrange was chatting with Vincent in the back, "Sigrid and I both thought we were seeing things!"
"Vincent, if you had just said hello at the hearing, we wouldn't have needed Devy to show us the way."
"I have something else to attend to."
He glanced behind him. "Is it about this gentleman?"
"No." Vincent smiled, showing no intention of continuing the topic.
Lestrange wisely stopped pursuing the matter.
He had never heard of any connection between the Rosier Family and Nicolas Flamel.
"By the way, who is this?"
"One of my partners, his name is Viktor."
Whether it's a vampire or Werewolf, this visit is anything but simple.
Sigrid Greengrass, who was walking ahead, asked Devin in a low voice,
"Tasks at home?"
"Wayne knows—no, that person knows my aunt."
As is well known, France is a warm and open country.
While they may not be as daring as Muggle to swim naked on the beach, wizards certainly don't designate future marriage partners.
As long as it's not outrageous to choose someone from Muggle-born, a family with a bit of fame is acceptable.
In Britain, if someone doesn't have outstanding talent, their family will have already arranged a marriage for them before they even graduate from Hogwarts.
Despite being nearly 80 years apart in age, Vida and Devin's fathers were cousins.
Sigrid suppressed her curiosity and slowed her pace slightly.
"Devi, is your family still looking for a suitable marriage partner for you?"
"Ah, yes." Devin coughed rather awkwardly.
"Aunt Sigrid, they don't have a good reputation, and the rest are too young."
If the benefits are right, it's not impossible.
Unfortunately, despite spending a lot of connections and resources twelve years ago, those who were supposed to be imprisoned in Azkaban were still imprisoned in Azkaban.
Even now, there are still those with bad reputations to choose from, and in the next few generations, the blood ties will only become closer and closer.
By then, the tradition of intermarriage within the Sacred Twenty-Eight will likely be obsolete.
In another hundred or two hundred years, the "sacred" halo above their heads will gradually fade.
If another wizarding war were to break out, this process would likely be accelerated significantly.
"Sigh—" Sigrid glanced behind her, "It's a pity Daphne is only 12 years old, otherwise I really would like to get engaged to you."
Vincent remained unmoved and continued chatting with Lestrange.
"Mr. Greengrass, my teacher has an oil painting on the four walls of the Gringotts, which should be the work of Mr. Leonardo da Vinci."
"That Muggle artist genius who was mistaken for a wizard?" Lestrange's interest was piqued.
As a wizard, he looked down on Muggle.
As an antique enthusiast, he certainly knew of these three giants of the Muggle Renaissance.
Leonardo da Vinci di Piero da Vinci's genius once led Muggle to mistake him for a real wizard.
"The painting styles are very similar, so it's highly likely."
A glint of light flashed in Lestrange's eyes.
Whether or not he had done any prior investigation, his hostility toward Vincent did indeed decrease considerably.
"I really want to see it with my own eyes."
"There will be an opportunity, Mr. Greengrass."
Sigrid in front of her looked away, frowned slightly, and then quickly relaxed her gaze.
She and Devin walked together through the white marble wall that was split in the middle.
"Devi, you were much cuter when you were a child than you are now."
"Yes," Devin chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Everything in our family has changed since Uncle Evan's accident."
Stepping through the solid rosewood doors of the main building, you enter the hall where the Greengrass Family entertains guests.
This place contains many of the paintings and sculptures from the Lestrange collection.
"Please have a seat." Sigrid walked across the hall, seemingly to prepare tea and refreshments.
After Lestrange sat down, he began to introduce his collection to Vincent one by one.
Viktor watched the whole thing with a blank expression.
He only needed to serve as a deterrent, but it seems he's not very useful now.
Devin was the guide, so he didn't need to do anything.
When Sigrid brought over tea and snacks, the two, who seemed to be having a lively conversation, tacitly stopped talking.
From the conversation just now, Lestrange sensed Vincent's sincerity.
It's not surprising to recognize Muggle works; the challenge lies in accurately guessing a few wizard works.
It's obvious they did their homework beforehand.
"Vincent, I've finally figured something out." Lestrange put down his teacup, which he had just taken a sip from.
"Outstanding people often attract jealousy, and I believe you have experienced this firsthand."
"Yes, so the club I founded has no entry requirements, and you don't even need to pay a membership fee."
Vincent's confident face reminded Lestrange of his eldest daughter.
Daphne has been a supporter of Pure-blood Supremacy since childhood, and it's impossible for her to be simply "corrupted".
The real reason behind this visit is probably the reason for it.