Dumbledore's arrival prompted Perenelle to prepare a very lavish lunch.
First and foremost is beef stewed in red wine.
Vincent got goosebumps the moment he saw the rough glass bottle.
"This is made from grapes I grew when I was young," Nicolas Flamel said, then looked at Perenelle.
They both looked at each other and smiled as if they had remembered something.
"Burp—Professor, I feel a little full."
Dumbledore, deeply agreeing, rubbed his stomach. "How about we go back now?"
Nicolas Flamel cut a small piece of confit duck with a knife. "It's such a shame."
Perenelle opened his small mouth slightly beneath his two pairs of blue eyes.
This scene had a great impact on Vincent.
He did have a girlfriend once upon a time.
Twelve years have passed; they've probably all gotten married by now.
He held a napkin and picked up a French fry.
Shit, even this stuff is sweet.
"Nicolas Flamel, there are still guests here."
"Albus Dumbledore n't mind, as for Vincent—"
Vincent was tilting his head back and drinking a large bowl of bouillabaisse.
Although the posture wasn't very elegant, at least there was no sound.
"Is there fish soup on my lips?" He put down his bowl and looked at the three of them with a puzzled expression.
"No." Dumbledore suddenly remembered a terminal illness.
It is said that two freshmen contracted this serious illness this year, and they both seem to be Gryffindor students.
The source of the rumor is likely a pair of red-haired twins.
To defeat magic with magic, embarrassment also needs to be used.
He didn't know if Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle were embarrassed, but he knew that his appetite had improved a lot.
Vincent, somewhat inelegantly, ate very quickly.
While the three were still enjoying Provençal stew and Caen tripe, he had already picked up a small spoon and started eating crème brûlée.
Dumbledore watched helplessly as the macarons dwindled one by one.
To dessert lovers, this way of eating them one bite at a time is simply a waste.
Vincent looked up as if he had a premonition, and pushed the only dish of macarons on the table forward.
There were 12 in total, and now there are 7 left.
He quipped on his fingers rather comically, then got up and took another one under Dumbledore's watchful eye.
It's not good for three people to divide seven, so I'll just have to accept the loss myself.
Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle were both trying to suppress their laughter.
No wizard is unaware that Dumbledore has a sweet tooth.
But Vincent seemed oblivious as he put it in his mouth, leaning back in his chair with a look of pure enjoyment.
His confident and composed gaze made all three of them shake their heads.
There's a price to pay for scheming against others.
"I'm going to digest my food now~"
Vincent winked mischievously at Dumbledore.
Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle continued to enjoy their lunch with smiles on their faces.
This is a little wizard who always seeks revenge.
Dumbledore a moment, but soon his lips curled up as if he had remembered something happy.
Top floor.
Vincent, in a cheerful mood, is admiring the view outside the window.
He remembered that the twins and Cedric's home was also in Devon.
Whether it was due to distance or magic, the outside world appeared to be nothing but a vast wilderness.
"What are you thinking about?" Nicolas Flamel had finished his meal, came to his side.
"Teacher, I'm looking for the Weasley and Diggory family."
"Over there, by the river."
With the help of an alchemical telescope that could ignore the bushes, Vincent was finally able to clearly see many very retro buildings.
The most conspicuous building is a small four-story house that is located some distance from the buildings behind it and is built crookedly.
"This is St. Catchpole, a fairly large wizard village."
He adjusted the magnification of his telescope and saw a strange building on a mountain in the distance.
The Weasley family looked dilapidated, but it was still a normal house.
The one on the mountain looks like a black chess piece.
"Teacher, aren't they afraid of being discovered?"
Nicolas Flamel knew what he meant.
"This is the home of Mr. Lovegood. Xenophilius, the editor-in-chief of the Quibbler."
Vincent, who had once had the privilege of reading the magazine, looked down at the building's metal facade.
This building, which you can't see without an invitation, is the strangest building in all of Devon.
"Teacher, Mr. Lovegood's magazine is actually quite interesting."
Just like the Bermuda Triangle and Atlantis in the Muggle world, things shrouded in mystery are the most alluring.
Whether it's to attract attention or simply because it actually exists.
The fact that it can be published with reason and evidence is enough to prove that wildly imaginative fantasies are just as popular in the Wizarding World.
As Vincent turned his gaze away from the Lovegood family, a window opened in the middle of the "black pieces".
A blonde girl who looks about ten years old, wearing a white dress, is looking around with her silver eyes.
She suddenly stopped looking, her eyes widening slightly in confusion.
"Teacher, I think this place has already been exposed."
"That's impossible. You and Dumbledore in the entire British Isles who received my invitation."
Nicolas Flamel's confident assertion made Vincent doubt himself.
He looked through the binoculars again and found that the little girl's gaze was still fixed on this side.
If you zoom in again, those slightly protruding silver eyes are clearly watching him through a telescope.
"Please take a look first."
Nicolas Flamel took out a pair of flat-screen glasses and looked over.
The little girl, as if she had lost her way, began to look around again.
"Perhaps it's just your imagination."
Vincent set up the binoculars once again.
Those big silver eyes quickly fixed on it.
She tilted her head, as if she was thinking about something.
"Now you see?"
Nicolas Flamel looked him up and down with a strange expression.
"This is a very rare magical talent, a talent that allows one to discover wondrous things."
"Alright." Vincent put away his binoculars. "Will she find this place?"
"No, this talent can only sense things vaguely; it can't reveal specific information."
Do you know her name?
"Of course, Luna Lovegood."
He wrote down the name.
The Lovegood family.
Luna looked out the window for a long time, but couldn't find anything special.
She closed the window with a sense of disappointment and stepped out of the room onto the light blue carpet.
As she descended the spiral iron staircase, she stopped in front of a wooden door.
"Dad, I think I just discovered something amazing."
Her voice was very dazed, as if she hadn't woken up yet.
The room was a bit like a maze, with piles of books and papers on every side.
The ceiling is decorated with exquisite miniature creature models, some flapping their wings, others biting off the jaws of others.
"Really? What is that?"
Xenophilius, who stood up from the pile of books, was an odd man with long, cotton-candy-white hair.
"I think it's a person, a very amazing person."