To find out what happened to the Wayne couple, the only answer is to look to that unopened letter.
Curiosity triumphed over fear.
Vincent was completely relieved after reading just two lines.
It was neither a civil war nor a terrorist attack.
The ruins were created by a dark wizard who took advantage of the chaos.
If the Britain Wizarding World is a delicate three-story building, then that place is a wooden house with an industrial style inside and out.
The sabotage was carried out very quickly, and the Auror arrived just as quickly.
If the Wayne couple hadn't made it clear that their son was attending Hogwarts, his memory would probably have been erased long ago.
The person who took the photos was a senior Auror there, Nigel Ovich Ostrovsky.
At first he didn't believe it, until Eric pulled out a few copies of the Daily Prophet he always carried with him.
Ostrovsky's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he even said that he had drunk Gamp Wine more than ten years ago when he was on a business trip.
After two bottles of wizard-brewed vodka, Eric and Eric became inseparable friends.
Upon seeing this Vincent suddenly remembered a certain type of bread.
If a baguette were to face off against Large Rye Bread, it would be hard to say who would win the title of the strongest.
The last paragraph of the letter is Evelyn's accusation.
She said Eric bought a lot of things while drunk and maxed out three credit cards.
A chill ran straight to the top of his head.
The Wayne family weren't exactly wealthy, but they had several hundred thousand pounds in savings.
This was the initial capital that old Wayne gave him to start his business.
Judging from the credit card overdraft situation, all this money will likely have to be used to pay off debts.
He lay helplessly on his back on the bed covered with Gu Gu feathers, staring blankly at the ceiling until his roommates returned.
"Welcome back!" James and Alfred both opened their arms warmly.
"Ah, I'm back."
Neville glanced timidly at the Vickers Machine Gun.
"Is this a Christmas present from your parents?"
"Ah—yes."
Vincent sat up blankly. "Do you know what? I'm going to go from being a rich kid to being a penniless kid."
"Negative?" Neville nodded blankly. "It's okay. Look at Ron's family, they're doing just fine."
The Weasley family.
Although their living conditions were simple and frugal, judging from the expressions on Fred and George's faces when they described it, they must have been living a very comfortable life.
Thinking about it that way, Vincent felt it was actually acceptable.
"You're very good at comforting people."
"Really?" Neville was somewhat flattered. "I guess it's because I often comfort myself."
Vincent patted his shoulder with concern, "It's okay, you're much better now than when school started."
"Thank you.
And there's LeBron and Alfred.
"I'll take you on a picnic in the Forbidden Forest another day."
"Huh? Weren't we not allowed to go?"
"I have Professor Dumbledore's approval note."
"It's still cold now, should we go in March?"
"Agree!"
Vincent and his three roommates went to the Club Room.
The Black Swan across the street has its doors tightly shut; the president has probably run away with his mistress.
Unfortunately, Pansy has no sister.
"Have they all gone back?"
"No, Malfoy and the others just stay in the dungeon the whole time except for eating."
James also mysteriously revealed a major piece of news.
A week ago, seventh-grader Higgs miraculously transformed into an owl-man.
According to a pair of red-haired twins, this person was so stupid as to mistake owl feathers for hair.
Judging from his big eyes and round head, the clever little wizard had already guessed the answer.
"They must be trying to frame you!" Alfred kicked the magnificent sterling silver door in indignation.
The Black Swan has been using underhanded tactics, which has disgusted the Little Lions.
"What kind of bullshit world is this!" James, sharing the same indignation, also kicked the car. "Do good people have to be bullied by them?"
"Yes!" Neville kicked five or six times in a row. "My grandma was right, they're a bunch of nasty bastards!"
Without a Vincent delivered a final kick, making the entire door teeter on the verge of collapse.
"What are you doing?" Hermione came downstairs carrying a huge pile of card holders.
When she saw it was Vincent, she very naturally loosened her tightly pursed lips.
"How about we collect some interest first?"
"Excuse me, please continue."
Vincent lifted his foot, she rolled her Big White at him.
"Sales manager, aren't you going to start selling card holders?"
Such a tough performance stunned James and Alfred.
To be able to speak to Hermione, who always has a stern face even when Knut is gone, in such a tone is truly worthy of Chairman Wayne, who founded the Owl Court.
"Yes, President!"
Her eyes held a variety of complex emotions.
Vincent, suppressed the smugness on his face.
As soon as he stepped into the Club Room, Fred and George suddenly jumped in from both sides of the door.
"Welcome, President!"
Each of them held a thin, colorful stick in their hand.
As they were tossed into the sky, countless glittering magical firework effects exploded from within.
It still tastes familiar.
The taste of Hogwarts
The taste of Gryffindor
The smell of the Owl Court.
When the students in the Club Room saw Vincent, they all put down what they were doing, stood up, and gave him a warm round of applause.
"How about our club goes on a picnic sometime?"
"There are way too many people."
"It's alright, Snape can't do anything to us either."
Neville was very curious to know where this confidence came from.
He is so much better now than he used to be, so much better than his timid and submissive personality.
But the only one who remained loyal was Snape.
Perhaps, this is true love.
Hermione raised her little hand and waved it. "Aren't you going to say something to cheer everyone up?"
"Card packs are 20% off!" Vincent's gaze settled on Gu Gu, who had gotten even fatter yet again.
It's flirting with Leif, most likely they're discussing running away.
"Party in the Club Room tonight!"
The already loud cheers instantly became deafening.
However, due to strong opposition from a professor, the party was postponed until after dinner.
Many students didn't have much of an appetite that evening, especially the Hufflepuff students who were going to be the cooks later.
"No way! I'd rather die than be a food taster again!"
Cedric spoke with considerable certainty.
But when Justin brought over a budget-friendly version of braised beef in red wine, he immediately found it delicious.
Hermione felt it was very important to remind him that red wine should not be eaten with pumpkin or chili peppers.
Vincent, who was setting up the Club Room, casually remarked, "Is there anything wrong with it?"
Last time, it was because Cedric wasn't feeling well that the Black Swan group started feeling unwell too.
She didn't know how to refute it.
"Look, their club's door is about to fall off. Why don't we just tear it down later?"
"This is against school rules!"
"If you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know that this was my idea?"
After all, the law doesn't punish everyone; one person kicking someone once is enough.
"I actually think that makes a lot of sense!" Hermione shook her head in surprise. "You guys go ahead, don't call me."
"Okay." Vincent continued setting up the Club Room.
Saying no with your mouth, but your body says no...
He understands.