The symbol of the youth representative status in Wizengamot, besides an exquisite silver "W" badge, is a crimson robe.
The appearance is very different; it has no hat and no defensive magic.
Basic automatic cleaning and repair are still available, and the most crucial materials are the same.
The base model is fine, but it makes me look a bit older.
After the simple ceremony, it was time for the banquet.
Fudge was busier greeting the guests who had come from afar than Vincent, the main character.
It's starting to feel more and more like a victory celebration.
The Wayne family's faces were practically frozen from smiling, and they quickly found a place to sit down after dealing with just one round of trouble.
Gu Gu lay in the middle, completely losing interest in the food from various countries.
I'm exhausted, not just tired, but incredibly exhausted.
It's just an adorable owl, but I never expected its owner to drag it out for business.
Beautiful ladies are fine, but greasy middle-aged men are a different story.
As the little tantrum continued, his round little belly started to Gu Gu.
Eric and Evelyn winked at Vincent, who wisely got up and went to the dining table.
In the past, you would be surrounded, even if you were just sitting there.
If you're going to suffer a loss, then suffer it to the end.
After seeing off several people who came to discuss a collaboration on Gwent, Vincent finally arrived at a nearly empty dining table.
It turns out the restaurant serves only Britain food; no wonder not many guests choose this place.
He skillfully picked up the plate, forked the steak and stew, and then added some roast goose and mashed potatoes.
Cauliflower and broccoli are also essential, and finally, serve pudding and small cakes.
He was so fast that Sandrina, who wanted to approach him, was stunned.
He blinked, and was almost sitting back down.
They must have been starving, after all, they're at the age where they need to grow.
Hmm? For an owl?
She stood there for a long time, and finally concluded that Vincent liked small animals and was a kind and loving boy.
"Actually, Wayne isn't anything special." Rita walked towards her with a smile.
"I can see your resentment and your desire to find out where you are inferior to him."
Sandrina asked in confusion, "Excuse me, who are you...?"
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I can help you."
Merlin above, she really had no other thoughts.
We're almost adults; childish competitions are pointless.
However, Rita, like Legilimency master, uttered "true" thoughts that even she herself did not know.
It was a mixture of envy and jealousy, and love born from hatred.
If this continues, a tragic book might be born.
"Look at Wayne, he's really charming when he's eating."
The moment Sandrina turned her head to look, Rita's photographer Bo Zuo, quickly pressed the shutter.
With a click of the shutter, a photo of a France youth representative gazing affectionately at Britain youth representative was created.
With both text and images, the articles I write in the next few days will fetch a good price.
"Miss reporter—" Phoebe, who was nearby, walked over.
"... It's banquet time now, the interview should be after this, right?"
Sandrina suddenly woke up.
Britain journalists are terrifying; they can turn white into black in just a few words.
"An interview? We were just having a chat." Rita gently adjusted her jeweled glasses.
"Since my enjoyment has been interrupted, it seems I should just enjoy the banquet properly."
She walked away with Bo Zuo, one in front and one behind.
Phoebe leaned closer and whispered, "That reporter just now was the infamous Rita Skeeter from Britain."
Even if you don't give her an interview, she'll still fabricate, slander, and spread a series of fake news stories out of thin air.
"Thank you." Sandrina felt a chill run down her spine. "If you hadn't appeared in time, I can't imagine what I would have been described as."
"You're welcome." Phoebe looked at Vincent, who was walking towards them again with a plate of food.
"Wayne's here, do you want to say hello to him?"
"Let's go together, aren't you interested in him too?"
Vincent forked a large piece of lamb, they stood beside him with their plates.
"Hello, Wayne." Sandrina also forked a leg of lamb.
"Why don't you try our France? I guarantee you'll love it."
He looked toward the table with the most people and said, "Spare me, it'll be hard to get away if they get me entangled."
Phoebe covered her mouth and chuckled, "Wayne, you must attend these kinds of events often, right?"
Instead of staying here, I'd rather go back to Grandpa's place and play with the big golden retriever.
"No, it hasn't been more than five times at most." Vincent met her eyes, his right hand still forking food.
Sandrina couldn't keep up with his speed at all.
She and Phoebe gasped in surprise in hushed tones at the same time.
"Wayne, how did you do that?"
"Attend more banquets like this." Vincent picked up his overflowing plate.
"Ladies, please excuse me."
They watched his departing figure with complicated expressions.
Let alone a 13-year-old, even an adult would feel like showing off after winning so many honors.
"Phoebe, it seems your charm has failed you."
"Principal Maxime just told me that Wayne is a natural master of Occlumency, and is immune to any interference from the soul and mind."
Sandrina teased, "So you're thinking of testing your Veela bloodline again?"
Phoebe smiled without saying a word.
Her beautiful, deep blue eyes swept across the entire main hall.
There were many outstanding young wizards present, but almost none of them dared to meet his gaze.
Vincent was much younger than them, not only dared to do so, but also did not make any similar ingratiating gestures.
Magical talent is one aspect, but the more important difference lies in their fundamental nature.
"Phoebe?"
"Um?"
Sandrina waved at her exaggeratedly, "I'm sure that unscrupulous reporter captured you spacing out just now."
Phoebe blinked, gesturing for her to look towards the corner where the Wayne family was.
Vincent was elegant and poised during the meal, even when Rita sat opposite him with a notebook in her hand.
His parents showed no sign of panic, as if the person sitting opposite them was not some notorious, unscrupulous reporter.
... Ignorance breeds fearlessness?
But it doesn't look like it.
They were unable to describe the bizarre scene in words.
Rita certainly dared to conduct interviews while others were dining, but the Wayne family acted too casually, as if they weren't afraid of being reported indiscriminately.
After the interview, Rita prepared to leave.
As she stood up, she met two pairs of puzzled eyes.
"Mr. Wayne, it seems you're quite popular with the opposite sex."
Vincent wiped his mouth with a napkin. "My dear reporter, you wouldn't be planning to cover my scandalous affairs, would you?"
"How could that be?" Rita winked with a smile. "Both of them have very unusual backgrounds."
Sandrina is the sole heir to the France Karma Family.
"As for that beautiful French 'court flower'—" she said, her eyes half-closed, her tone slightly teasing.
"Phoebe Delacour, you know without me saying more that she is a witch of the Delacour Family."
Those who were able to attend this banquet were indeed not ordinary people.
Vincent didn't think anything was special and picked up his fork again to continue eating.
Rita was a little disappointed, but she quickly put on what she thought was a charming smile.
"Miss Delacour is able to attract young men because her lineage is not simply that of a wizard."
"Wizards and magical creatures?"
The smug look that had just appeared on her face vanished instantly. "How... how did you know?"
"I visited the Abe Family in Japan during the Christmas holidays." Vincent calmly cut off a small piece of lamb leg.
"Their ancestor forced a Nine-Tailed Fox to bear his offspring, and the family has never had Squib to this day."
Rita's smile turned awkward. "Ahem—since you're already mentally prepared, then I can confidently reveal this information."
That's just bullshit information.
They were clearly trying to keep us in suspense for fun, but once they were caught, they immediately changed their story and tried to act like nothing had happened.
Under the watchful eyes of the four Wayne family members, Rita braced herself and sat down again, slowly revealing a secret that wasn't exactly a secret in the French Ministry of Magic.
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