Vincent didn't know what the situation was like at other magic schools, but he genuinely believed, like Dumbledore, that Hogwarts was the best.
The eccentric principal;
The Deputy Headmistress;
Potions Class professor who never washes his hair;
A broad-minded and plump Herbology professor;
A short, witty Charms class professor;
The History of Magic professor who never notices students skipping class;
The hunting ground guard who likes to take the little cutie into the Forbidden Forest;
The castle keeper, who patrolled frequently but could never catch him;
Finally, there's the cryptic Divination professor.
Vincent would give a big "O" to his experience this academic year.
Dumbledore waited until the applause subsided before announcing the winner of this year's House Cup.
A deafening roar of applause erupted from the Gryffindor table.
Fred and George set off several Filibuster Fireworks on the spot, covering the dark Great Hall ceiling with small red stars.
Dumbledore handed a handkerchief to McGonagall, who had her back to the students.
"Minerva, you're still as easily moved to tears as ever."
"No, Albus Dumbledore." She quickly composed herself. "I'm just so happy. This is the most satisfying year of my life."
"Me too."
Dumbledore ignored the growing number of little stars and the Slytherin students rushing to the Gryffindor table.
"By the way, have you found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"
"I found him. I went to great lengths to get him to agree."
McGonagall recalled the days he had been away from the castle. "Were you going to see this mysterious new professor?"
"Yes, it was quite a thrilling process." Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly. "Fortunately, it was resolved smoothly in the end, otherwise we would have been in big trouble."
This "we" seems to refer to more than just the two of them.
"Although I'm very curious—" McGonagall shook her head slightly, "We need to deal with the riot down there now."
The twins had made a complete mess of the Slytherin table; only the area around Vincent 'Gryffindor table remained relatively tidy.
"That's great, it means that this year's students are very energetic."
Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand down, restoring all the empty plates that had been smashed to their original state.
He tapped his wine glass three times, signaling the House-elf in the kitchen to serve another dinner.
"Try to get some rest as early as possible, and don't miss the Hogwarts Express tomorrow."
"No way!" George threw a bubble bean at the Slytherin table.
It landed precisely in Draco's onion soup, instantly splashing all over his face.
Snape, his face grim, raised his hand and threw the entire bowl of soup out of the castle.
"George!" Percy dashed after him.
"No, I'm Fred!" George ran up the stairs.
The real Fred crept up behind Percy and covered his eyes, saying, "Guess who I am!"
"I won't guess!" Percy broke free and found that the other person had also run up the stairs.
The professors are still around, and even though they know it's all in vain, they still have to put on a show.
This dinner took a long time to finish.
It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the twins, who had circled the castle several times, finally had time to return.
Where is Vincent?
Cedric yawned. "He said he was going to pack his bags and he just left a short while ago."
Expanded by the Undetectable Extension Charm, and further enhanced by a spell to stabilize the nest, the Mithril Briefcase now has the capacity of a room.
It has more than enough room to hold the things sent from home, and can even fit clothes and textbooks.
This seemingly ordinary little box already contained all of Vincent's luggage.
"How did you manage to do that?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
He slept soundly, but his three roommates pondered for a long time before finally falling asleep late at night.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, the students boarded the small boat in batches, led by Hagrid.
Fred pouted and waved a notice in her hand. "I've been hoping they'd forget to send this to us."
This is a notice prohibiting the use of magic during the holidays.
The gist of it is that all underage wizards activate a kind of magic called "Trace" when using magic, which tracks the aura of magical power.
No matter where they are, the Ministry of Magic will issue a warning immediately.
Especially for young wizards in the Muggle world, they are almost always successful.
Vincent wasn't afraid even after enrolling in school.
It would be best to send more warning letters, so he can retaliate with a big news story for Rita.
Lockhart's popularity has peaked, and his own is almost over.
The only reason Voldemort's news would suddenly break is if Fudge had been dragged into an alley.
Vincent, who boarded the Hogwarts Express, was still seated in compartment "W".
This time, it's not just Qiu, but also Marietta and five others.
The small cubicle could barely accommodate eight people.
Harry really wanted to join them, but in the end he had no choice but to sit in the next cubicle with Neville and the others.
"Hey bro, any plans for summer vacation?"
"I don't know, maybe I'll go on a trip to Hawaii with my parents."
"I'm so envious—" Fred said with a look of regret, "I was hoping to invite you to our house."
"I know the address." Vincent tapped the briefcase lightly with his fingertip. "I'll come visit when I have time."
George returned his smile with a knowing look.
All six children knew what the box represented.
When pressed by Qiu and Marietta, Vincent gave the same answer he had given his roommates.
"Just how fast is it?"
"I don't know about that."
They were unable to get any further information until the train arrived at the station.
At 3 p. m., there were already many parents outside Platform 9 3/4.
Eric, wearing sunglasses, was the most conspicuous among them.
In the middle of summer, they were still wearing trench coats and masks.
Let alone the wizards who don't understand, even several Muggle parents don't understand.
"Vincent and I are practically celebrities in the Wizarding World, so we can't let anyone find out."
Evelyn gently rubbed her forehead. "How did you come up with this method of attracting attention in reverse?"
"Isn't this how celebrities always go out?"
"That's because they want to attract the attention of reporters indirectly."
Eric, suddenly realizing what was happening, then took off his mask and trench coat.
Vincent, dressed in sportswear, stepped off the platform and immediately spotted the most conspicuous couple.
Hermione and Cho, who were walking alongside her, also noticed them.
"Quick, let Mommy hug you!"
Vincent's face was full of reluctance. "Go home, hurry up and go home!"
"Where's Gu Gu?"
He held up his suitcase. "It's inside."
Eric nodded and turned to walk outside.
Vincent and Evelyn followed behind him as they left King's Cross Station amidst countless strange stares.
Volume One:
Wayne of the Magical World
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