It was afternoon when I got back to Britain, and there were only two bodyguards wearing sunglasses at home.
Judging from their slightly purple eye sockets, they must have had a very fulfilling ten days or so.
"Master, Madam, Young Master—" Her voice trembled slightly, probably because she missed them so much.
Eric patted their shoulders lightly. "Nothing happened, right?"
"No!"
He nodded and walked into the house with Evelyn.
Vincent glanced at the street outside and pulled them into the backyard.
When did the news of Black come out?
"We arrived before dawn this morning."
The TV news was at around 9 o'clock, and it was an emergency, so it was most likely a last-minute decision.
Fudge still had his bottom line; he knew the truth couldn't be completely hidden.
As for how long he kept it a secret, that depends on his integrity.
Is Sam in the store?
"Yes, he went there very early this morning."
Vincent was very skeptical of this.
He went inside, greeted his parents, and then appeared three times via Apparition to Charing Cross Road in Westminster.
Upon entering the Leaky Cauldron, Sirius Black's wanted poster is prominently displayed on the wall.
Unlike the photos on TV during the day, the signs held up by the hands did not show Birmingham Prison, but rather the former Azkaban Prison.
You can't tell anything from the static image, but it's screaming wildly in motion.
It's a bit scary; kids definitely couldn't handle it.
"Mr. Wayne? Welcome, welcome." Boss Tom came to his side, with a dirty towel draped over his right shoulder.
Vincent glanced at the upside-down wooden cup on the bar. "Hello, Mr. Tom."
When were these arrest warrants posted?
"This morning," Tom Riddle Sr. seemed a little angry.
"Those Auror came too suddenly. They finished posting without saying a word and walked into Diagon Alley, making it seem like Black had already swum back from Azkaban."
The newspaper and the arrest warrant were published at the same time, and the deadline for the secret search should have been yesterday.
"Swim back? The Dementors will catch him in no time."
"Um—now that you mention it, it's quite possible they've already returned."
Let alone staying for 12 years, even staying for half a year would make you lose several sizes.
Unless Sirius Black is insane, he must have a meticulously planned escape, disappearing right under the noses of the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors.
After exchanging a few words with Tom Riddle Sr., Vincent finished knocking on the wall bricks and walked into Diagon Alley.
The arched passageway was plastered with numerous wanted posters, as were the walls between the shops.
After all, he was the first dark wizard to escape Azkaban, so it would be strange if he didn't receive such treatment.
As he walked into the flagship store of Gwent, a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises, his blood pressure began to spike.
Not only did he not greet the customers, but he was also hiding in a corner dozing off.
Can't you see anything if you cover your head with a newspaper?
There is only one wizard in the entire Wizarding World who can be this lazy.
Vincent slapped him across the face, and then punched him in the stomach as the other man cursed.
The entire process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.
The adults and children who were drawing cards were all stunned.
The new store manager has a bad temper; it turns out he was beaten by the boss.
"Who is it!" Sam angrily pushed aside the newspaper, then stood up with a sheepish grin, his expression changing instantly.
"Wayne? Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I thought some bastard was going to come and cause trouble."
More than half a year has passed, and now it's getting worse and worse.
"Watch your image, you're the face of my shop now."
Sam straightened up a little. "Okay~"
But since the other side of the business has gone out of business, no one dares to compete with you.
The Black Swan Wizard Card House sign has long been taken down, and even if it is found not guilty in the final appeal, it will be difficult for it to continue to survive.
But could Auror received the Magical Congress Medal of Honor have such a thuggish attitude?
"Anyway, nobody knows me."
Vincent didn't give up; he gave the customers a lecture right in front of them.
On the surface, they appear to have truly repented, but as for their true thoughts...
No need to guess, they'll definitely be lazy and set it up the same way as before.
Customers can experience the thrill of drawing cards and enjoy the fun brought by the boss and store manager. Everyone in the store feels that this trip is great value for money.
I've been talking for half an hour and I'm a little thirsty.
After drinking a large glass of water, Vincent became increasingly speechless as he looked at Sam.
"Keep a close eye on the store; I'll be making unannounced inspections."
"Boss, take care!" It was almost like they were giving him a grand send-off with drums and gongs.
My blood pressure is a bit high, let's go across the street to lower it.
The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows are gone, and the luxurious interior has been mostly dismantled.
The gentlemen seem to have given up hope and intend to cut their losses as soon as possible.
The thought that Fudge would continue to withhold the confiscated Wizard Cards under various pretexts made him realize that the Minister for Magic still had some merits.
Although it has far more drawbacks.
"Wayne!" The voice, filled with gritted teeth, sounded very familiar.
Vincent poked his head out of the shop window and saw that it was Old Malfoy and Young Malfoy.
"What are you doing here!" Draco looked like he was about to hit someone.
"Come in and take a look." Vincent kicked a half-broken chair at his feet.
His nonchalant demeanor made Lucius frown.
"Get out of here!" Draco yelled, his voice cracking slightly. "This isn't a place for you!"
Perhaps because his father was there, he spoke with much more confidence.
"Ahem—" Vincent gestured towards the wizards who had gathered around, "You haven't sold this place yet?"
His tone was particularly exaggerated.
"Hurry up, it will be harder to make a move the day after tomorrow."
Lucius looked extremely pale.
Draco flushed red, and his lips were still trembling slightly.
Calm down, take a deep breath.
"Heh—" Lucius sneered, his eyes sweeping over the onlookers who had gathered to watch the spectacle.
"What are you doing!" A pair of slender hands pushed through the crowd, revealing a young, heart-shaped face.
Her hair was pink, and she wore a very un-wizard-like burgundy jacket.
"Who's causing trouble in Big White!"
The Auror's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she were somewhat disgusted and impatient.
Vincent winked decisively at Lucius and Draco.
It's not illegal to go in and take a look if there's no shop window or sign.
"It's you?" The Auror clearly recognized the Malfoy father and son, her eyes almost squinting into slits.
"Let's go." Lucius, with a disdainful look, took Draco's hand and led him toward a passage cleared by the crowd.
"Hmph—" Her voice wasn't quiet; it was probably intentional.
"That's over, get out of here!"
The wizards who had been watching walked away one by one.
Vincent peered out of the shop window and inadvertently saw Sam across the street hurriedly retreating back into the store.
There's no harm without comparison.
"Are you alright?" The Auror's disgust and impatience were replaced by concern.
"That's how Malfoy are; they always look down on other wizards because of their Pure-blood status."
"Thank you." Vincent shrugged to indicate that he was alright. "I already experienced this firsthand when I was in school."
She nodded in surprise, "I'm glad you're alright."
By the way, I'm Tonks, and starting today I'm in charge of maintaining order on Diagon Alley South Street.
Tonks isn't Pure-blood Wizard's surname, no wonder he hates the Malfoy father and son.