December 24, 1992.
Early in the morning, ten young wizards carried their suitcases out of the castle.
Vincent, the only one carrying a briefcase, kept glancing behind him.
Gu Gu's weight loss plan has failed again.
It nestled in Autumn's embrace, raising its little head as if expressing disdain with its big eyes.
Vincent almost lost his temper.
This little guy spent almost a week sending two letters, and when he came back, not only had he not lost weight, he had also gained back all the weight he had lost.
Sam and Kenny must have been "extorted" by it quite a bit.
Stepping into the Hogwarts Express, the Undetectable Extension Charm still exists in Compartment W.
It's more than enough to accommodate 20 people.
As soon as she sat down, Hermione opened her notebook, which was filled with writing.
This is a travel guide she and Daphne made together.
It starts with customs and traditions, and goes all the way down to the street layout.
Qiu, who was sitting to her left, was stunned by the details.
"If only the cherry blossoms could bloom sooner," Daphne on the right said longingly.
"Cherry blossoms symbolize happiness. I've heard that people who can see them will be happy forever."
Marietta, sitting next to Qiu, pouted, "There should be a special place over there for wizards to watch, right?"
The four little witches all focused their gaze on Vincent was admiring the scenery across the way.
Since they're so generous as to charter a private jet, they must be very close friends.
If the request isn't unreasonable, they should grant it.
Vincent, who was resting his chin on his hand, turned around as if he had sensed something, and his head almost slipped off his palm.
Ignoring Gu Gu's provocative big eyes, the remaining four pairs of eyes all seemed "malicious".
He shivered inexplicably.
If I remember correctly, in my past life, when my girlfriend wanted to buy lipstick or a bag, she had this kind of "creepy" look in her eyes.
"You—you all—" He was stuttering even more than Neville now.
"Is there something you want?"
The four little witches said in unison, "Let's see the cherry blossoms."
"Oh." Vincent gently patted his rapidly beating heart. "Is there anything else?"
Hermione turned the notebook over.
Hot springs, skiing, Japanese cuisine Mount Fuji...
That's a pretty nice idea.
Kenny may claim to be a big spender, but he wouldn't dare utter a single word in person.
Vincent straightened his back and resolutely refused under the watchful eyes of the five pairs of big eyes in the same row.
"One should be content with what one has and not push one's luck."
"Oh." The four little witches were all somewhat disappointed.
Actually, they didn't have high hopes; just being able to see the cherry blossoms was enough for them.
Gu Gu gave Gugu a blatantly disdainful look.
Vincent was furious and grabbed it, giving it a good thrashing.
James and Alfred exchanged a glance.
If they were alone, they probably wouldn't be able to subdue the little witch on the other side.
Cedric is handsome and has a good temper.
Rolf looks honest and kind, and is probably a good-natured person.
Needless to say, Neville is another story.
If Fred and George were here...
Forget it, Hermione probably held them both down.
In just 10 minutes, Gu Gu's forehead was almost bald from being pulled so much.
Vincent released his hand with satisfaction. "Remember to be good and obedient, okay?"
"Gurgle—"
The weak, listless Gu Gu is proof of his abilities.
When it returns to autumn's embrace, it comes back to life after eating half a bag of dried fish.
"You little traitor!"
"Gu Gu ~"
I'm still angry.
Did they think they were safe because they had four little witches protecting them?
It's definitely safe enough.
With a quick turn of his head, Vincent went back to admiring the scenery.
Although the England Highlands are covered in white, there are still many beautiful sights to behold if you look closely.
In the dead of winter, several men wearing handmade wool plaid skirts were drinking authentic whiskey and eating traditional meat pies outside the house.
I'm feeling a bit anxious, so I'll read a book to calm down.
Grindelwald's Spellbook has many restrictions, and it will display different content depending on the object.
If he is a kind-hearted person, he will see one fairy tale after another.
Even if the evil black wizard succeeds in deciphering it, all he will get is an encyclopedia full of sarcasm and swear words from various countries.
What are you looking at?
"Fairy tale book".
Neville turned and went to play cards with Alfred.
James craned his neck and stole a glance at the colorful pages.
He shook his head with the air of someone who'd been there all along, giving Vincent a disdainful look.
Does putting a black cover on it make it no longer a contraband?
The idea is good, and he decided to follow suit starting next semester.
Cedric is chatting with Rolf.
Their conversation revolved around the Fantastic Beasts of the Eastern world.
Kappa, nine- Nine-Tailed Fox, Yamata no Orochi, and so on.
The first two are relatively common, and skilled wizards can deal with them easily.
The latter one is much more powerful.
According to Japanese tradition, Yamata no Orochi, who has eight heads and eight tails, is also known as the Yamata no Orochi.
Its body is as large as an entire mountain peak. It lives in the warm waters below the island and needs to move around and shed its skin every two or three years.
And every time this happens, tsunamis and earthquakes occur on the island.
Rolf's eyes were full of longing. "The oldest living Yamata no Orochi is in Japan, and he is already nine hundred years old."
Cedric's mouth dropped open. "Isn't that almost as good as Jormungandr?"
"Legend has it that it was adopted by the Founders of the Magic Institute, but it grew too big and had to be kept at the bottom of the sea."
What's its temperament like?
"It's not good. My grandfather was once thrown into the sea and left to soak for a whole day."
"Huh? He didn't bring his wand with him at the time?"
"It was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, who said it violated the “Japanese Wizarding Code”."
Hermione, who was discussing travel tips across from them, perked up her ears.
"The “Japanese Wizarding Code”?"
"It seems to be some kind of social moral code. Once violated, one will be discriminated against and ostracized by society, and may even face legal action from the Ministry of Magic."
Rolf scratched his head. "For example, using Dark Magic, or using magic to harm Muggle."
"That serious?" Cedric gasped.
Punishment is not scary; what is scary is discrimination and exclusion from the whole society.
Grindelwald might be able to develop his career based on his personal charm and eloquence.
Voldemort, who spends all his time Avada Kedavra, will probably receive even more severe treatment.
"We'll just ask Vincent's friend when we get there."
Vincent was reading a book, peeked out and found several pairs of big eyes staring at him.
What are you looking at me for?
"Your friend must be a student at the Magic Institute, right?" Hermione turned to the next page of her notebook with one hand, placing her other hand, which was holding the quill, on top of it.
Do you know what the "“Japanese Wizarding Code”" is like?
Under her expectant gaze, Vincent shook his head very decisively.
"I'm not a wizard from over there, so I certainly don't need to know."
He's here for a vacation, not to cause trouble.