He talked a lot, but his photography skills are truly top-notch.
"Beautiful lady, please try to relax. We don't have much time left."
It was extremely efficient; almost everyone got a set of individual photos.
By the time it was Vincent's turn, there wasn't much of the sunset left.
Switching the camera's exposure settings creates a somewhat eerie yet uniquely beautiful background before nightfall.
"Excuse me, sir, could you please take off your coat?"
Vincent pulled down the zipper, revealing that he was only wearing a long-sleeved white shirt underneath.
"Bravo!" the Italy tourist exclaimed repeatedly.
No wonder he was able to climb Mount Fuji three times in one day; it turns out he has a physique that looks strong when dressed and even stronger when undressed.
If I could take it off again—
"Ahem—Please look up at the sunset as relaxed as possible."
As a professional photographer, he almost succumbed to his occupational hazard.
Every day I photograph male and female models with basically the same body shape, so it's inevitable to get particularly excited when I see someone different.
After taking a dozen or so tentative photos, he took out his camera from his backpack.
It's a film camera, but you can tell it's professional just by looking at that somewhat exaggerated lens.
"Hands in pockets, and preferably a mischievous smile."
Vincent's face froze.
In those last five minutes, he basically changed his pose every second he struck a new one.
Despite the agonizing experience, he believed the final result would be excellent.
As night fell, the Italy tourists, who were taking turns using two cameras, wore satisfied smiles.
"I'm so sorry, the scenery just now really suited your style perfectly." He handed over a black business card with white lettering.
"Also, I'd like to ask if you have any interest in becoming a model?"
Vincent looked at the business card in his hand.
Giovanni Gastaire is no ordinary person; he's a true fashion mogul and one of the photographers for the top fashion magazine, Vogue.
"I'm sorry, I still have studies to finish."
"That's such a shame." Giovanni gently stroked the two cameras in his hands. "Part-time work is fine too; your style perfectly matches our summer theme this year."
"I will seriously consider it." Vincent put away the business card.
Being a model is out of the question; he couldn't even last five minutes.
Giovanni handed the classic Kodak camera back to James. "Can I take a picture with you guys?"
He raised his camera.
"No problem, Mr. Gastaire."
After setting the shutter speed, he ran to the front of the children who were standing in two rows.
"Kacha—"
Just as Giovanni got his camera back, he noticed they were wearing their ski gear again.
"Are you going to go down at this time?"
Vincent fastened his skis. "If we stay away from where people are climbing, there shouldn't be any problems."
"Really."
It's not too dark yet, and as long as they are careful to avoid danger, given their physical condition, it's unlikely that anything unexpected will happen.
Giovanni patted his camera lightly. "Remember to call me when you get back home, and I'll send you the photos as soon as possible."
"I will," Vincent replied, sliding to the edge of the slope and stopping.
"By the way, Mr. Gastaire, you can keep a copy, as long as it's not published in the magazine."
Under Giovanni's watchful eye, they slowly slid down the slope.
"A group of interesting kids." He put the camera back in his backpack and took out a small folding tent.
On his third time skiing down the mountain, Vincent didn't pursue speed, but instead enjoyed the scenery and let the momentum carry him down.
They are the same.
James, holding his camera, slid forward and said, "Old Wen, I think you should prepare some business cards like Mr. Gastaire did just now."
"The wizard doesn't have a phone number."
"Then you can do what the Lai Sheng sisters do, leaving a card after each good deed."
Vincent remained expressionless. "You think I'm that kind of person?"
"It's because it doesn't look like it, that's why we don't suspect you."
Such a childish and immature behavior is something only James finds cool.
Leaving aside the high-tech criminal investigation methods of Muggle, wizards alone have a plethora of spells that can determine the ownership of items.
"I will definitely print your name on the card."
James pursed his lips and went to find Neville with little interest.
Following him was Kenny, whose face was filled with envy and jealousy.
"Wayne, why didn't you agree to the photographer's request?"
"I still want to go to Hogwarts."
"A part-time job won't take up too much of your time."
"How about I talk to Mr. Gastaire and get you a full-time model job in the Muggle fashion industry right after you graduate next year?"
"No interest!" Kenny left with a dark expression.
His attempt at sarcasm backfired; he couldn't even compete with her eloquence.
"What are you planning to do?" Rinne slid over.
"Having provoked the Abe Family twice, do you think they'll give you a third chance?"
Vincent slowed down. "Who knows? Let's just try our luck."
She wanted to say something, but gave up the idea when she saw Hermione coming over.
What are you talking about?
"How should we continue to cause trouble for the Abe Family?"
It's normal that it didn't appear the first time, but it almost felt like a slap in the face the second time because it didn't appear at all.
It's true that they can endure, but it's strange that they didn't even take any action to stop it.
Principal Abe Ugen of the Magic Institute could certainly guess Vincent's reasons for doing this, but remaining silent would only increase suspicion against him.
Does it mean they simply don't care?
Or is it just a deliberate attempt to create mystery?
The best-case scenario, of course, is that this time will be different. If there is still no response as before, then we will have no choice but to visit Abe Family.
Being passive feels unpleasant; the already slowed-down pace begins to gradually accelerate without you even realizing it.
Vincent, who had fallen to the back, returned to the front.
Rinne had worked so hard to catch up, knew that the time was coming.
"I plan to just run over it."
She almost dropped her ski poles because her hands were shaking. "Are you serious? That thing is as hard as a steel plate."
"If I get injured, do you think the Abe Family will just stand by and watch?"
What a brilliant move – retreating to advance!
Just after "Magic Town Daily News" clarified the news, Vincent was suddenly injured near the Abe Family.
Whether they were involved or not, they will be caught in the vortex of public opinion.
Strange, skiing down the mountain at night?
Is it because Abe Family happens to be located in that area?
Forcing them to make a statement is a good approach. Hopefully, things will go more smoothly for the Ashiya family from now on.
When Hermione and Daphne arrived, they overheard them discussing which spot would be more serious if they were hit.
"The snow surface has a cushioning effect, and it would be too painful to crash into it and then roll down the mountain."
"Put it up in big letters?" Rinne joked. "That way you'll definitely dominate the headlines of all the major newspapers for the next two weeks."
"International headlines, huh?" Vincent ignored her, slowing down slightly and turning to look at the two little witches.
"I'm planning to just run them over. What do you guys think about serious injury?"
"Huh!?" After a brief moment of stunned silence, both of them realized the deeper meaning behind it.
He clearly prefers to take the initiative rather than react passively.