Fame, status, background, and ability can all influence a person.
After Daphne's reminder, Hermione began to realize how difficult it would be to achieve her dream.
If you're lucky, you might be able to stay in the Ministry of Magic for one or two decades based on your own abilities, and then you might be able to qualify to run for minister.
But winning an election is not something that luck can control.
Even without special privileges, Pure-blood family still face significant challenges based solely on their abilities.
"He clearly had the best chance, why did you let me..."
Daphne could read a lot from the struggle on her little face.
There was joy, gratitude, inferiority, drive, and much more.
"I don't think Vincent is the kind of person who is willing to be bound by rules."
Hermione's complex emotions vanished instantly. "He's a realist among idealists; he always finds a way to accomplish things that seem impossible."
Scheming against the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor;
Confront Voldemort, who is possessing Quirrell;
To attract the attention of Snape, the former Death Eaters;
Two Furaikan that are about to trigger a hurricane in the Pacific Ocean;
Learn the extremely difficult techniques of Nonverbal spells and Wandless Magic;
To fend off the thousand-year-old Basilisk that emerged from the Chamber of Secrets;
Together with Snape, they drove away Voldemort's Horcrux;
Establish a company to sell Gwent;
You'll get to know a whole bunch of incredibly important figures in the Wizarding World...
Each of these things, taken individually, is something to brag about.
However, Vincent never boasted about anything, and he gave her the same feeling as when she first enrolled last year.
"Daphne, he will definitely not let that young lady take advantage of him for nothing."
"Yes, she and her family will definitely pay the price."
The two little witches had a very accurate intuition.
The burgundy GT-R stopped in front of a quaint and elegant mansion, and Vincent inside gently opened the car door.
The residence is a vintage Japanese building, and a couple dressed in kimonos stand in front of the open wooden gate.
Behind the door were two rows of servants with their heads down, dressed in rather plain kimonos.
"Vincent, welcome, welcome!" The middle-aged man's English was somewhat broken.
"I am Rinne's father, Shingu Hayahiko."
He was tall and thin, with a very refined demeanor.
"Hello, Uncle Hayahiko." Vincent stood still.
Perhaps because he had a lot of contact with Snape, he always felt that Rinne's father must be very shrewd.
A man who can control such a large family and business empire must be hiding many secrets.
"Screech—" The sound of brakes rang out.
Five Toyota Century vehicles came to a stop one after another.
Hayahiko smiled again. "Vincent, are you satisfied with your uncle's arrangements?"
Vincent nodded in agreement. "Very satisfied. It would have been even better if you had kept it more low-key."
Hayahiko's expression was calm, as if he was waiting for the children to arrive.
"Oh—I haven't introduced Rinne's mother yet!" He suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Darling, let me speak." Her English was very fluent.
"Nice to meet you, Vincent. I am Rinne's mother, Shingu Meiko."
"Hello, Meiko." Vincent's attitude was the same as before.
The awkward atmosphere didn't last long before Changkichi arrived with the children.
Cedric and Rolf were particularly well-behaved, as were Cho and Marietta.
Hermione and Daphne were both a little wary, the only difference being the degree.
James had a big heart, freely surveying the mansion before him.
Neville timidly hid behind Alfred.
"Uncle Hayahiko, Aunt Meiko, my classmates haven't had much rest, why don't we go inside first?"
Turning the tables?
Rinne stepped forward as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Father, Mother, they have come from afar. They must be very tired."
"Ah—it was my oversight!" Hayahiko turned to the side, full of apology.
"Please come in. Don't be shy with your uncle. Just make yourself at home."
Meiko was next to him, also turned to the side. "Children, dinner is almost ready. Can you rest a little later?"
Cedric and Rolf nodded.
Vincent walked at the front, with Rinne beside him, who seemed a little nervous.
Changkichi did not enter the room, but instead instructed the servants to move the luggage.
His expression grew increasingly grave as he came into contact with the Mithril Briefcase.
No one would know its extraordinary value unless they touched it themselves.
Aren't you worried? Or are you confident?
Or perhaps both?
Behind the gate of the mansion is a small courtyard with lawns on both sides of the cobblestone path, and a stream can be vaguely seen in the distance.
In front of the house, a large number of precious plants are planted.
The most eye-catching feature is a row of cherry blossom trees in full bloom.
If Hermione hadn't trusted the security of the Hogwarts Express, she would have seriously doubted whether the Shingu Family had investigated anything more private.
Autumn and Marietta didn't think too much about it; they were both captivated by the blooming cherry blossoms.
Meiko noticed their gazes.
"Ladies, why don't we go take a look around over there first?"
"Is it really possible?"
"Sure."
The two little witches and Gu Gu all went with her with great interest.
Daphne was tempted, but in the end she didn't go with them.
It's not that I don't want to, but the circumstances don't allow it.
Before fully understanding the Shingu Family's intentions, any act of lowering one's guard would be foolish.
This place, where even the servants exude magical energy, cannot be dealt with by ordinary confidence and strength alone.
The Shingu Family's house is built of cherry blossom wood.
It possesses protective magic, thus remaining untouched by time for hundreds of years.
Four servants stood on either side of the door, bowing at a 90-degree angle.
Hayahiko stopped with a smile. "Vincent, you look good. Have you had a good rest?"
"Thanks to Rinne and Uncle's kindness, I'm sleeping very well."
"That's good." He turned around stiffly.
Rinne, who was following behind, had a complicated expression.
She knew that the Vincent appeared, the less likely her father would dare to harbor any wicked thoughts.
But there are limits.
"Rinne, I have something to take care of. Please entertain the guests first."
"Yes, Father."
Hayahiko gradually walked away from the entrance hallway.
"So eager?" Vincent bent down to untie his shoelaces.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do; take off your shoes before entering a house.
"You've made my father nervous." Rinne unzipped her boots and walked to a shoji screen door, her white socks gleaming.
She placed her hand on the edge of the wooden door frame and pulled it open. "I was really afraid you two would start fighting."
No, it won't.
Inside the door was a living room that was neither too big nor too small.
Rinne turned around and took a deep look, then walked in without saying a word.
Vincent put the shoes on the outside shelf.
As Cedric and the others did as instructed, they all thought of Fred and George.
If these two took off their shoes, it would definitely be a terrifying biological attack.