When the Granger family first arrived, they didn't actually receive much attention.
But after the other five recipients of the Order of Merlin, Second Class expressed their surprise, they naturally became the focus of attention.
Compared to their daughter, who calmly followed behind the waiter, the Mr. and Mrs. Granger were clearly very nervous.
Fred and George both gave Hermione a thumbs-up from afar.
After that, they moved their thumbs toward Vincent had calmed down.
Dr. Wayne is truly remarkable; he can see through the nature of the bull at a glance.
"Thank you." Hermione thanked the waiter and then gracefully led her parents to them.
"Mom and Dad, these are the friends I made at school—"
Fred and George both had serious expressions and were behaving more obediently than ever before.
Seeing this, Molly complained to Evelyn about the troublesome twins, both annoyed and amused.
"Mrs. Wayne, why don't we go over to the children?"
"Okay, Mrs. Weasley."
Eric and Arthur followed.
The Mr. and Mrs. Granger quickly relaxed.
The two of them spoke very politely and could engage in conversation on almost any topic.
"Work? I currently run a dental clinic with Jane."
Eric and Evelyn both gasped.
In the Britain Empire, doctors are a high-income group.
Besides, it's not even a job.
Chris Granger asked, somewhat puzzled, "Mr. Wayne, is business not so good lately?"
The Old Russians have split up, and a bunch of goods, big and small, are being sold at rock-bottom prices.
These days, it's getting harder and harder to run a gun shop.
"Sigh—I'm even thinking of closing the store down, or turning it into a real department store or something."
"That's right. I heard that Congress is discussing a gun ban, which is expected to be implemented in a few years."
Eric had already received word of the situation, sighed again.
The four children, excluding Vincent, were all stunned once again.
No one ever thought Hermione would be a rich, beautiful, and successful woman.
Now, compared to "the largest arms dealer in all of Europe," they finally realize that Granger is a truly high-income family.
"You kept this from us for so long!" George clutched his chest, looking hurt.
Hermione knew he was joking. "That's because you guys aren't very familiar with Muggle. Vincent wasn't scared, was he?"
"No, I'm startled." Vincent rested his chin on his hand and looked her over. "I think you have the potential to become the Gryffindor."
"Really?" She slightly raised her small face.
"Of course, the premise is that you don't stay up late and exercise more."
Hermione quickly rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not like you, able to learn anything so quickly."
Vincent shook his head slightly. "It's not that I have a good learning ability, but rather a matter of mindset."
Whether it's spells, Transfiguration, Alchemy, or Magical Runes, they're all just hobbies of mine.
Are you indirectly praising yourself?
"If that's what you think, then yes."
Hermione turned her little face away and started talking to the timid Ginny, "Although they are not exactly respectable people, you can ask them to solve any problems you encounter at school."
"Oh—my Merlin!" Fred drawled, "Miss Know-It-All seems to have forgotten that she's one of us too!"
No, I am not.
"My heart is broken~" George clutched his chest again. "Someone seemed to have said something like, 'If we catch Quirrell, nothing will happen,' right?"
"Really?" Hermione turned her face away again. "Ginny, you must not believe what your two brothers say."
"Goodbye, Miss Know-It-All ~"
She completely ignored their teasing and was focused on explaining to Ginny the difficulties she had encountered in her first-year course.
"You must strictly follow the steps in the textbook to brew the Potions, otherwise Professor Snape will criticize you mercilessly—"
No matter what Hermione becomes, her tendency to be a know-it-all seems to remain unchanged.
Vincent and his friends started talking about their summer vacation plans.
This grand event, which the Wizarding World only holds once every few years, is bound to include some ancient wizarding families.
"Remember, we are noble Pure-blood, there's no need to stoop to their level."
Draco nodded seriously and followed his parents into the venue.
"By the way, have you made contact with Harry— " George's words trailed off.
Fred's tone was quite dismissive, "The jerk's here."
Like Lucius, Theseus and his wife Narcissa were greeting high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic they encountered on the road.
She was dressed all in black and wore a pearl necklace.
"Uh—" Hermione looked at Vincent with a strange expression.
"That's a comic book, it's fictional!"
Eric and Evelyn were both trying not to laugh.
The "twisted and evil" family has finally appeared, and they are indeed as high-profile as Arthur said.
If this were in Muggle society, their house would have been destroyed long ago.
"Ignore them. What were you trying to say?"
"Harry, I've written him so many letters, but I haven't received a single reply yet."
All six children knew Harry's status in the family.
His aunt and uncle, and even his cousin, strongly opposed his going to Hogwarts.
According to his cousin Dudley Dursley, Harry should have shoved the heads of all the new students into the toilet at Stonewall High on the very first day of school.
Vincent looked at the fierce-looking Gu Gu, "Surrey is a bit far. We can send out our smartest owl to scout ahead first."
"Gu Gu!"
"It said it would be happy to help."
With such a great opportunity, of course I have to implement a weight loss plan.
Gu Gu struggled to get into Evelyn's arms.
Unfortunately, once you're fat, you're fat.
Vincent reached out, it was pinned down tightly.
The commotion continued until 10 a. m. sharp, when Dumbledore Fudge, and other Ministry of Magic officials arrived on time.
The moment 50 Wizengamot members, dressed in crimson robes and wearing "W" badges, entered the venue, the lively atmosphere instantly fell silent.
One, two, three, four, five, six?
How dare an award winner be late?
"He must have been held up by something very important." Molly took a book out of her bag.
She explained to Evelyn and Jane, "This is his autobiography from this year, which has been number one on the Daily Prophet's bestseller list for 27 weeks."
The edges of the book cover were somewhat worn, but the smiling man in the center looked brand new.
Just as the first page was turned, a figure as dazzling as the sun walked into the entrance of the venue.
"Ah—" Molly and most of the witches screamed in unison.
A cape with patterns embroidered in gold thread;
Authentic court attire with a platinum and gold color scheme;
Her wavy blonde hair was even more eye-catching than her clothes.
A handsome face and deep blue eyes.
Wherever Gilderoy Lockhart's gaze fell, their screams seemed to pierce the roof.