After the global broadcast ended, the grand victory banquet hosted by the British Ministry of Magic officially began.
As the undisputed stars of the evening, the seven players of the Irish National Team were treated like the center of the universe.
Happy to have some peace and quiet, Vincent grabbed a little food with Sirius Black and Harry before returning to a corner.
The three chatted about the match for a while, then moved on to the start of term the day after tomorrow.
"Homework?" Harry's face filled with horror.
From the start of summer until now, he had barely spent any time at the Dursleys.
Never mind homework—he had not even looked at next term's book list.
Vincent took out the book list from the Flamel Ring, but could only spread his hands when it came to the homework.
"A terrible day is about to begin..." Harry slumped back weakly.
His reaction reminded Sirius Black of his own school days.
"James, it seems term starts tomorrow.
What!? I haven't done my homework yet!"
After all these years, Hogwarts homework was probably still the same as ever.
Potions Class excepted.
Snape had always had a talent for making people sick. A total of twenty feet—over six meters—of homework had completely refreshed Sirius Black's understanding of him.
"Has that Snivellus got snivels in his brain? Why assign so much homework when there's nothing else to do!"
Harry straightened up, grabbed a glass of juice from the table, and drained it in one go. "I think it's time for me to head back."
One day and two nights, plus time for a trip to Diagon Alley. The task was daunting.
Sirius Black stood up with him. "Vincent, what about you?"
Vincent glanced at the bustling private room. "I should be leaving too."