The revelry lasted for two whole days.
Of course, not many students can stick to it for two days.
But early Sunday morning, many students were yawning as they walked out of the castle.
Clothes, textbooks, and everything else were packed into suitcases by the House-elf, and they could be found in the train's storage compartments upon arrival.
Vincent was the only exception.
Because his Mithril Briefcase really became Blue Fatty's four-dimensional pocket, and all his friends' luggage was stored inside.
The most extravagant one was Daphne, who had a total of seven large suitcases.
The Hogwarts Express had Compartment W that was half the size of a classroom.
They have retrieved their luggage.
Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Gu Gu flew up and snatched a bag of cookies.
This belongs to it; no one can take it away.
Cedric was both amused and annoyed that his cookies had been stolen.
Normally it can't fly no matter what, but when it sees food, it flies faster than anyone else.
Qiu picked up Gu Gu, "You can't do that. Taking other people's things is theft."
"Gu Gu— "
She looked at Vincent, who was doing nothing.
"It says it didn't steal; it was outright robbery."
Cedric has come to terms with it.
The most distinguished members of the Hogwarts School Board Member are completely unreasonable.
Qiu stretched out Gu Gu's round little face and said, "That won't do either. You shouldn't take things that don't belong to you."
After the small punishment, she picked up the cookie and returned it to Cedric.
"Th-thank you." His grateful little eyes seemed to be thanking no one in particular.
Vincent squinted, as if he had noticed something.
Teenage boys and girls...
He gave Cedric an encouraging look.
"Woo-woo—" The train whistle sounded.
Time flies for some people and drags on for others.
The train had been traveling for about an hour when Cedric mustered up his courage and went to the other side.
She smiled and said a few words to Qiu, then sat down next to her.
The topic should have been of interest to both of them, but Vincent was no longer interested in knowing.
Fred and George are talking about their summer vacation plans.
Arthur, who was incredibly lucky, won the annual Gold Galleons Prize from the Daily Prophet last week.
The prize money was a whopping 700 Galleon, which they all thought they would spend on a trip.
The most likely candidate is Egypt, because their elder Bill is the Gringotts Curse-Breaker there.
"Old Wen, what are your plans for summer vacation?"
"First, I'll go to Italy, then Germany, and maybe I'll also visit France along the way."
James grinned mischievously and hooked his arm around his shoulder. "What price did Giovanni Gastaire ask for?"
Hermione perked up her ears slightly.
The photos taken by this Italy photographer are simply perfect; most of the ones he took for them during the Christmas holidays at Mount Fuji could be used directly as magazine covers.
He was still keeping an eye on Vincent!
"I have already refused Mr. Gastaire."
"Then why are you going to Italy?"
"Of course, it's to do something important." Vincent kept everyone in suspense under the watchful eyes of several large pairs of eyes.
"Do you think I'm so shallow as to go all the way to Italy to be a male model for that little bit of money?"
"I'm telling you, that's impossible."... Everyone became curious.
They're so poor they only have Mithril left; if they're going to make money, they'll make Gold Galleons.
"So, you're going to develop the Italy market for Gwent?"
Vincent smiled and met their eyes one by one. "No."
"What about France and Germany?"
"Do you really want to know?"
They all nodded their little heads.
"Unfortunately," he shook his head and sighed, "These are secrets I didn't intend to share."
Even Neville rolled his eyes.
James, who was closest to him, got up with a disdainful look and sat down in another seat.
The number one slacker at Hogwarts has evolved to the point where he can find fun anytime, anywhere.
If you get too close, you'll get infected; you need to move away quickly.
A little while later, a daring little witch sat down.
The second-in-command of the company, oh, that's alright then.
Hermione looked Vincent up and down with interest. "You seem so relaxed. You must be very confident about your summer plans, right?"
"It's not an itinerary, I'm just going there for a stroll."
"Oh, I see." She smiled and looked away. "Our family is going to France for a trip this year. When are you leaving?"
Vincent relaxed slightly. "The election for youth representatives in Wizengamot ended at the end of July, and I should have returned from Italy before then."
"Don't be nervous, you will definitely be able to become a representative."
"I'm the only nominee from the Britain, do you think I'd be nervous?"
Hermione seemed to have just remembered, and suddenly sat up straight as if in a daze.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot that it was a 'hush money' that Fudge gave you specifically to keep quiet."
Vincent's expression turned strange. "I have a feeling you're implying something."
She blinked innocently and leaned back in her chair. "No, I just guessed what you were going to Italy for."
It was just a platitude.
"Yes, I'm going to take care of some important business."
Hermione stopped dangling her little feet and gave a rather stiff smile. "Really can't I tell you?"
"Cannot."
She pouted and grumbled as she sat back down opposite them.
Daphne seemed to have known the outcome all along, and was quietly comforting her.
When they looked over, Vincent returned a warm yet elegant smile.
Stared at by the two little witches, the train arrived at Platform 9 3/4 at 4 p. m.
The station was full of parents picking up their children from school, and the security guards maintaining order were probably all Auror in disguise.
Vincent said a quick goodbye to his friends, and after a few glances, he spotted Eric and Evelyn in the crowd.
Sam was not only there, but he also had his arms outstretched, as if he were expecting something.
He stepped forward, handed over the suitcase, and then turned to hug his parents.
"How were your grades?"
"First in the grade."
The Wayne smiled and nodded, then took their son's hand and walked out of King's Cross Station.
Sam chased after him, looking very annoyed.
They have no humanity at all, even though he works hard from dawn till dusk to pay off his debts.
The streets outside were bustling with people, but a large crowd had gathered around two side-by-side, inconspicuous parking spaces.
Although he couldn't see it clearly, Vincent recognized the dark blue and silver sports car... The Bugatti EB110, a top-of-the-line sports car with the family's signature arched air intakes and a liftback two-door design.
It is equipped with a 3.5-liter V12 engine and is made entirely of carbon fiber.
With a top speed of 212 mph and an acceleration time of just 3.49 seconds from 0 to 100 km/h, it is currently the fastest production car.
Vincent clicked his tongue. "Dad, what price did you offer Mr. Artiole?"
Eric slightly puffed out his muscular chest, shrugging and spreading his hands with an unusually casual air.
"Mr. Artiole has recently shown great interest in Lotus cars, and coincidentally, an old classmate of mine holds a significant number of shares."
Lotus, also known as Lotus, was Founders by Colin Chapman, a distinguished Britain engineer.
He once served in the Air Force, and from the very first car, he applied the principles of "aerodynamics + lightweighting" to every aspect of car manufacturing, using the same methods he used to study airplanes.
Vincent finally realized just how capable his father Eric, was.
No wonder he's a top student from Eton.
As the Wayne family got into the two sports cars, they were spotted by several students.
Draco was the first to be affected.
So what if it's Muggle sports car?
If you can't fly or go into the water, what good is running fast on the ground?
But it looks really cool, especially the silver one.
The roar of the engine is exhilarating; it must be a thrilling drive.
Volume Two:
The Dark Lord's Self-Cultivation
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