Room 404 is a double room with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the beach.
When Wayne returned home, it had started to drizzle outside.
By the Vincent finished showering, the rain had become quite heavy.
Those who were still on the beach have mostly gone back.
"Aren't you going to eat something?"
"No, I'm too tired and sleepy right now."
He dried his hair and went to sleep, not waking up until evening.
Eric was watching TV in the room. "Awake? Have some sandwiches first."
Evelyn picked up the phone to order dinner.
Vincent finished washing up and took a small bite.
Have they been here?
"They're here." Eric turned up the TV volume slightly. "They said they'll come again."
As expected, Kenny has most likely succeeded.
Vincent was in a good mood, and he took care of almost all of the dinner.
Evelyn had no choice but to call and order another one.
"Knock knock—" She had just hung up when the knocking on the door started.
"So fast?" Eric went to open the door. "It's you guys!"
Vincent turned sideways and peered into the corridor.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—those are the little wizards we encountered during the day.
Under his parents' curious gaze, he went to the hallway and closed the bedroom door.
Kenny still had a sour look on his face, but it was much better than during the day.
Compared to the optimistic and cheerful Jennifer, Rinne seemed to wear her pain on her sleeve.
"Congratulations."
"You're really quite remarkable." Kenny tilted his head to the side. "I'd reluctantly admit that you're a little bit better than me."
Jennifer stepped closer. "Wayne, he's actually apologizing to you—"
"Jenny!"
"And he also wants to thank you." She tilted her head like a child. "Of course, he also wants to have a friendly chat with you."
Kenny hurriedly grabbed her little hand, "I have a mouth, I'll tell him myself!"
Vincent's gaze was full of mockery. "Go ahead and say it, I'm listening."
"Excuse me, thank you, let's go down to the gym."
He suppressed a laugh and looked at Jennifer, "Do you want me to translate it again?"
"Okay, he means—"
"Enough!" Kenny turned away angrily. "Fine, if you don't want to, I just want to know where the difference lies."
"I just ate," Vincent, rubbing his wrist. "This will help with digestion."
"That's great!" Jennifer grinned and nudged Kenny with her shoulder. "He'll be so happy."
"Jenny!"
"Okay."
Vincent followed silently behind them.
I'm not exactly envious or jealous, but I suddenly feel a little nostalgic for my past life.
The Wizarding World was the most gender-equal society he had ever seen.
Whether you're a male or female witch, no one will look down on you as long as you have the ability.
There weren't many people at the gym in the evening.
"No need, we're just having some fun," Vincent politely declined the fitness instructor's guidance.
Kenny lightly punched the boxing gloves he was wearing.
It seems that this student from Ilvermorny is aware of the rules.
"I heard that you still retain many medieval customs?"
"I suppose so." Vincent picked out a pair of black boxing gloves. "You guys aren't against Muggle sports?"
"It shouldn't be a complete rejection." Kenny put on his thicker protective gear.
"Many of our things are made from Muggle items, and House-elf can earn their freedom through work."
Compared to Fudge's convoluted approach, Randolph and Bradley both seem to have rather straightforward and decisive personalities.
Perhaps due to environmental factors, the Magical Congress, like the country of America, did indeed undertake reforms earlier than the Britain.
Do you have a department similar to Muggle Artefacts Office?
"Yes, but only certain special categories are prohibited, such as firearms and dangerous goods like cars and airplanes."
As long as anti- Muggle measures are in place, the Magical Congress will not prohibit the sale of safe items.
Vincent nodded, pulled up the high rope, bent down and walked onto the ring. "Your policies are at least twenty years more advanced than ours."
Kenny raised his smug little face and said, "That's right, we've always been leading the world!"
Vincent thought about it for a moment, but still didn't refute his statement.
Even thirty years later, America was indeed still leading the world.
Leading in every sense of the word.
Kenny has a rather impatient personality; he was already panting heavily but didn't stop.
Even so, Vincent did not intend to exploit this weakness.
They fought for almost an hour in the ring, Vincent had slightly better stamina, ultimately won.
Kenny was so exhausted he didn't want to move. "To be honest, I've always thought I was in the top three in physical fitness at school."
"It's a matter of technique." Vincent rubbed his slightly sore right arm. "And then there's the issue of the breathing and punching frequency not aligning."
"Who did you learn from?"
"My dad, he's a retired soldier."
Kenny recalled the handsome older man he had met twice.
What are your plans for the future?
"Once this typhoon passes, we should be vacationing here for about half a month."
"Is that so—" Kenny suddenly sat up and looked at Jennifer questioningly.
She whispered a few words to Rinne, then nodded gently.
"Interested in getting a close look at Furaikan with us?"
Vincent was quite puzzled. "Furaikan? What's that?"
Kenny's lips curled into a smug smile. "It's a large, Fantastic Beasts that hides inside typhoons, and they all live in the Pacific Ocean region."
The shape of the Furaikan is very similar to that of a large jellyfish.
They live in the deep sea, and every time they leave the water, it is accompanied by a typhoon.
"If we complete a paper that studies its relationship with typhoons, all six of us will have enough graduation points."
"Six?" Vincent looked at Rinne, who was sitting below the ring with a displeased Rinne. "Isn't she from your school?"
Kenny nodded. "She's a student at the Mahoutokoro. We met during the Polacchi Examination two years ago."
Vincent knew about this prestigious Potions award.
American wizards are generally more skilled in the field of Potions than Europe wizards.
This award was established in memory of Libashe Polachi, Potions Master from South America.
He was a student of Castelobruxo and the author of "Advanced Potion-Making," a Hogwarts NEWT course textbook.
Compared to Snape...
"Did you all pass the exam?"
Kenny shook his head, his face stiff.
"He was the only one who didn't pass." Rinne's tone was cold. "He's a Potions idiot."
"Nonsense! I was just too nervous!"
She glanced at them with disdain. "Yeah, I was so nervous I almost blew the whole exam room up."
A more powerful version of the Hogwarts Blasting Genius?
But judging from Jennifer's and the other four boys' expressions, it didn't seem to be the case.
"They were sitting next to each other during the exam," Jennifer whispered, revealing the truth.
"Kenny made a mistake and burned a big hole in Rinne's light gold robe."
Students at the Magic Institute academy all wear a magical robe.
It can change size as the student grows older and change color as their knowledge increases.
It starts out as a light pink robe, and the more excellent grades you achieve in all subjects, the more it will gradually turn gold.
I thought it was love at first sight, but it turns out they're just a pair of bickering lovers.