Rita's "good reputation" had spread far and wide overseas long ago, which gives you an idea of just how capable she is.
Phoebe handed the newspaper back to Hermione with a hint of disbelief. "Didn't you say she's a thorn in the side of the British Ministry of Magic? Then someone must be secretly helping her to publish these newspapers, right?"
Vincent remained silent and smiled.
Hermione chuckled and stuffed the newspaper back into the makeup box. "There should be some."
Phoebe didn't dwell on it too much; instead, she became curious about the Batman Family.
Gabrielle is the same.
Compared to the infamous Rita Skeeter's reformation, the Batman Family, who dared to openly defy the "tyranny" of the British Ministry of Magic, are undoubtedly the true heroes.
Phoebe thought Batman must be an extremely low-key senior student, and the other heroes wouldn't be particularly eye-catching either.
Gabrielle, however, kept looking at Vincent, so she probably had a different opinion from her.
The most predictable answer is often wrong; the more impossible it seems, the closer it is to the truth.
"Hermione, who in your school is known for being low-key?"
Hermione glanced at Vincent, trying her best to hide the smile on her face. "Sorry, I don't usually pay much attention to other people."
Phoebe with some regret, "Well, if even you don't know, I'm afraid we can only hope for an investigation by the British Ministry of Magic."
Vincent and Hermione exchanged a knowing glance, quickly suppressing their increasingly undisguised smiles.
The British Ministry of Magic is completely out of the question. Unless the Batman Family comes forward to reveal their true identities, this will likely remain a mystery forever in the British Wizarding World.
Gabrielle seemed to sense something from their expressions and took a sip of the freshly squeezed orange juice in front of her with a look of surprise.
No one noticed anything unusual about her, not even her own sister, Phoebe.
The four of them sat for another half hour before ending their short get-together when it was almost time.
Before leaving, Hermione and Phoebe whispered a few words to each other, and they seemed to have a good relationship, so they must have become friends.
Gabrielle looked at Vincent with reluctance, "Next time you come to France, can you bring Gu Gu with you?"
As the core card of one of the most overpowered playstyles in Gwent, the round and Gu Gu naturally holds a special place in the hearts of veteran players.
Seeing such a star owl in the Wizarding World in person, or even touching it, has long been one of the wishes of countless card players.
Vincent certainly wouldn't refuse such a small wish. "No problem, the little guy will definitely like you."
Hermione and Phoebe finally finished their whispered conversation and took each other's hands.
Goodbye, Vincent, Hermione.
Goodbye, Phoebe, Gabrielle.
Back on the Champs-Élysées, Vincent was Hermione about what Hermione had said to Phoebe at the end.
"This is a secret between girls, I'm not going to tell you."
"All right."
The two held hands and walked into the "Louis Vuitton" flagship store they were originally going to.
Meanwhile, at the same time, on Maggie Shopping Street.
Gabrielle pulled Phoebe along as they jogged into the adorably decorated Gwent flagship store.
The lucky one is truly lucky; he got the newly released upgraded Rascal Rabbit card in just one 10-pull.
The other matching cards, such as the Mithril Robe card, Vincent's Punching Bag card, and the Experimental Magical Communicator, were also obtained one by one within three 10-pulls.
Such incredible luck naturally attracted the attention of many card players.
Phoebe, who wasn't wearing a baseball cap, quickly became another point of attention.
In a few years, Gabrielle will be just like her.
Having one-quarter Veela blood brings not only beauty, but also the troubles that beauty brings.
After the French Ministry of Magic, there are only a few magical governments left to go to.
The Norway Ministry of Magic is located beneath an ice sheet, and through the huge transparent glass of the Entrance Hall, one can even clearly see various deep-sea creatures.
The Austrian Ministry of Magic is located in the mountains, quite far from Nurmengard.
The entrance to the Belgian Ministry of Magic is quite interesting; it's located beneath a statue of a mannequin in the Grand Place of Brussels.
The German Ministry of Magic, like the Magical Congress of the United States of America, is located on the ground, and also inside a building.
July 1,
10 a. m.
Berlin, Germany
In front of Potsdamer Platz.
Vincent and Hermione passed through the brick wall of the opposite square building and arrived at a hall covered by a giant glass dome.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly, but inside it was gloomy and overcast.
It wasn't exactly gloomy, but it was certainly much better than Snape's office.
But when it comes to atmosphere, the German Ministry of Magic is indeed a bit stuffy.
Half a century has passed since the Wizarding Wars started by Grindelwald, yet this place still exudes an incredibly oppressive atmosphere.
Vincent and Hermione walked heavily to the small reception counter on the inside.
"Hello, I am Vincent Wayne from the Britain. I have already made an appointment with Minister Belge."
The witch at the counter, dressed in all black, swept her wand across a large stack of neatly stacked parchment, and one of the parchment near the top flew out on its own.
She took it and glanced at it. "Mr. Wayne, the appointment time was 10 a. m., and you arrived very punctually."
"I'm always punctual."
The witch smiled slightly and tapped the parchment with her wand once more.
The lines of text on the paper slowly began to move, and then the entire parchment split into two, each folded in half to form a circular badge.
"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, I wish you and Minister Belge a pleasant morning."
The moment the two picked up the badge, they were sucked into it as if their feet were lifted off the ground, and then they appeared in front of a spacious corridor.
The short-range Portkey is a decent user experience, at least much better than the initial Side-Along Apparition.
The German Ministry of Magic has always done a good job in terms of confidentiality and security.
The two walked down the dimly lit corridor to the door at the end. Vincent was about to knock, the door opened automatically from the inside.
Belg, wearing glasses and with a serious expression, stood up from his desk and walked toward the two men.
"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, you've arrived just in time."
Vincent grasped the outstretched hand. "Minister Belge, we've always been punctual."
Belg then shook hands briefly with Hermione, before leading the two to a sofa.
As soon as I sat down, a teapot, a coffee pot, and a set of pure white cups appeared out of thin air on the coffee table in front of me.
"Coffee or tea, gentlemen?"
"Tea, thank you, Mr. Minister."
No sooner had he finished speaking than tea leaves and coffee beans reappeared out of thin air on the coffee table.
While boiling water to make tea, Belg remained completely silent.
He then placed two cups of hot tea in front of the two men, saying, "Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, please."
"Mr. Minister, please."
After taking a sip of tea, Belg asked, "May I ask what brings you two here today?"
Hermione produced a proposal. "Mr. Minister, our Wayne Enterprises would like to collaborate with the German Ministry of Magic to broadcast this year's Quidditch World Cup. Please take a look."
Belg gave Vincent a long look before flipping through the pages.
He showed no expression, making him difficult to read.