On the first day of summer vacation, the Wayne family surprisingly had guests.
Vincent was upstairs studying the Magical Circuit of the magic cannon when he was suddenly distracted by the roar of a sports car engine.
Oxford Street is bustling with people during the day. Who is so audacious as to drive in without slowing down?
He leaned out of the window and saw a familiar burgundy GT-R parked in front of his building.
A woman's sixth sense can't be that accurate, right?
The driver's side door opened, and Rinne, dressed in a leather jacket, stepped out of the car with a flourish, casually brushing aside her slightly disheveled long hair.
Vincent upstairs was dumbfounded.
Rinne looked up as if she sensed something, and was also dumbfounded.
Is it a time warp? But today is indeed June 10, 1994.
Vincent upstairs and Rinne downstairs stared at each other for a full minute.
Evelyn arrived at the door. "Rinne? Oh, it's you. Why didn't you call us before you came to Britain?"
Rinne stiffly turned her head to look at her. "Excuse me, Mrs. Wayne, I hope I haven't disturbed you?"
Evelyn warmly led her into the house, "No, our house is always so quiet. You have no idea how much I wish we had guests."
When Rinne first entered Wayne's gun shop, aside from being slightly surprised by the various styles of long guns and short guns, she was never as stunned as she had been when she saw Vincent earlier.
After all, he is the heir of a large family, so he has the mental fortitude to handle this.
Until Vincent from upstairs came down.
That height, which requires looking up to others, could not possibly grow in just over a year.
This is definitely not normal!
Rinne, sitting on the sofa, held a steaming cup of black tea, her mind racing as she pondered what method Vincent had used.
Potions? A spell? Or Transfiguration?
Vincent was also pondering her intentions.
Even if it's a final frenzy before taking over the family business, there's no need to come all the way to Britain to find him, right?
Also, how did she know her home address?
Those evil rich people!
Sensing something was amiss, the Wayne went to the door and flipped the sign to "Closed".
"Alright, feel free to say what you want to say."
Eric continued maintaining the firearms, while Evelyn continued reading her novel.
Rinne took a sip of her black tea. "What method did you use?"
"Time-Turner".
"Huh?" Her expression suddenly turned horrified.
Vincent twitched his lips. "What's there to be afraid of? Don't you Japanese have something like this?"
Ignoring the scalding heat of the black tea, Rinne took a big gulp to calm her nerves.
"Yes, but it is a magical item strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. Even I have only heard of the terrible consequences of using it."
She leaned closer to Vincent and examined him closely. "How long have you been using it?"
"Four years."
"No unexpected issues?"
"Even if I were here, I wouldn't be sitting here."
Rinne calmly sat back down, but the shock in her eyes had not completely disappeared.
"You Britain are really bold; playing with time will come at a serious price."
Vincent smiled but remained silent.
The price of playing with time is indeed severe; he aged four years as a result.
Rinne was speechless and drank the remaining half cup of black tea in one gulp.
Europe began researching time magic very early on, while in the East, apart from that mysterious ancient superpower, no other country has conducted such in-depth research.
After all, a single misstep can not only drastically alter history, but also cause existing people to disappear, or people who never existed to appear.
Vincent poured Rinne a cup of black tea. "By the way, what brings you to Britain? Didn't we agree to meet in Italy next month?"
Rinne took an envelope out of her small handbag. "Because of this."
Inside the envelope were several still photos, Vincent carefully examined one by one.
The first picture is of the Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts, with Gryffindor players training in the sky on broomsticks.
The second picture is still of the stadium, but it's closer to a player with his head down.
The third image zooms in on him again, and you can vaguely see a screen of light in front of him.
The fourth image is particularly blurry, but a red patch under the helmet and protective gear is especially eye-catching, and the light screen seems to magically form a human face.
Vincent put down the photo and raised the Magical Communicator on his wrist. "You mean this?"
Rinne stared intently as he gently touched the somewhat rough black bracelet. When a magical light screen was projected through it, she was so surprised that she covered her mouth.
The screen flickered a few times, finally displaying a red message: "No signal".
Vincent felt no embarrassment whatsoever; he calmly looked at Eric, who was maintaining his gun.
"Dad, why did you turn off my Magical Base Station again?"
Eric looked up at him and rolled his eyes. "Who told you to put it in the garage?"
That thing was glowing all night. If I hadn't turned it off last night, the neighbors would have thought aliens had come to our house.
Vincent left Rinne looking completely bewildered, got up, and went to the garage to activate the Magical Base Station.
After he returned, he gently touched the Magical Communicator on his wrist again.
The light screen formed a rotating white circle, which slowly transformed into a simple interface after a few rotations.
The names and avatars of my friends are neatly arranged, but they are all grayed out.
Vincent reached out and touched Hermione's name on the light screen, and the entire interface was now filled with her enlarged portrait.
The message "Communication failed" appeared in red, and the interface then jumped back to the neatly arranged names and avatars.
Even without a full demonstration, Rinne was already dumbfounded.
"This..." She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, "This is the great invention you were talking about that could overturn traditional Alchemy?"
Vincent slid the light screen to the right to make it disappear. "Your Shingu Family is quite powerful, isn't it? You actually managed to find out about this surprise from our school's students in advance."
Rinne ignored his teasing and stared intently at the Magical Communicator on his wrist.
While Muggle cell phones can only make calls, this alchemical device can even make video calls.
Once widely adopted, traditional Alchemy will become a thing of the past.
Rinne was still trying to adjust her breathing rhythm. "I came to Britain this time not only out of curiosity to see the actual product, but also on behalf of the Shingu Family to discuss cooperation with you."
She picked up her black tea and drank it in one gulp, calming herself down a little. "No matter what conditions you offer, the Shingu Family will agree to them."
Setting up Magical Base Station requires a partner with sufficient influence in the Muggle world, which not only allows for faster deployment but also avoids oversight from the Ministry of Magic.
The Shingu Family was Vincent's first choice, but he originally planned to discuss cooperation with them again next month.
Now that we've gotten wind of this, let's start planning now.