"We can't change everything."
Vincent leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting across the ceiling. "We're only first-year wizards who just started school."
"Then I'll become the most powerful person in the Wizarding World."
Hermione's gaze was resolute—so resolute that he stared in surprise before pulling his eyes away.
"The first Muggle-born Minister for Magic in history..."
Vincent chuckled and shook his head. "I didn't expect your condition to be even worse than mine~"
The moment her solid little leather shoe lifted, he reflexively sprang to his feet.
"..." Hermione walked over with a dark expression.
"What are you doing?"
"Stopping you."
A groggy Vincent was dragged toward the kitchen door by her.
"Why can't I have a midnight snack?"
"You can't trouble them."
He suddenly stopped. "What if I make it myself?"
Hermione tugged several times but could not budge him. "You?
You can cook?" Though deeply skeptical, she still let go of his hand.
Vincent confidently asked Papa, "Can I cook something?"
"Of course, Mr. Wayne." Papa pointed nervously at a small wooden door.
"I'll do it myself." Vincent walked over to the little door and used Transfiguration to enlarge it until it was barely big enough to squeeze through.
Hermione followed him inside.
"Trying to steal my techniques?" His wand swept over the unlit candles.
"I came to supervise you."
As she watched the candles light up one by one, her expression became slightly unnatural. "So you don't make a complete mess of this place."
"I know the Repairing Charm." Vincent looked at the ingredients under Preservation Charms. "What do you want to eat?"
"Something that doesn't taste bad."
He turned to look at the petite Hermione and thoughtfully picked out several eggs.
After choosing tomatoes and dried noodles, he used the Levitation Charm to lift