Whether it's about protecting oneself or simply staying out of trouble.
Now that Lucius knows Voldemort has appeared, he will most likely prepare for both possibilities.
"He's dreaming too much," Mie said, shaking her head with a sigh.
Having witnessed Vincent's true colors, she could roughly deduce the reasons for not terminating the Contract.
Now that he had guessed it, Takuma had no intention of keeping it a secret.
What he said was not the whole story either.
The more Mie listened, the more unsettled she became.
Voldemort is probably still plotting how to resurrect his body, Vincent has already decided to eliminate the Death Eaters at their source.
Top-tier Pure-blood family have limited influence, but when they come together, it's a different story.
The Wizarding Wars were so powerful and influential that Voldemort nearly came to rule the British Isles.
Without such advantages, Death Eaters would be nothing more than terrorists.
"My dear, do you think this might be the result of Dumbledore's machinations?"
Takuma shook his head. "You know the answer very well."
"So, what do you think Wayne will do in return if we tell him the news?"
Takuma met Mie's calculating gaze and said, "Maybe I won't retire early."
She had no doubt about the possibility.
"Mie, take Hirakawa with you."
"Huh?"
"This is exactly the result he wanted."
Mie paused for a moment, "You're going to help him?"
"Whether you help or not makes no real difference."
Lucius wanted to offer help in a time of need, but unfortunately, this situation was deliberately created.
Since Dumbledore is on Vincent's side, the Ashiya family will add insult to injury.
The Shingu Family.
Dumbledore grew increasingly satisfied as he watched the children train.
It combines the advantages of spellcasting from three regions, greatly improving speed, accuracy, and power.
There are still 5 years left. After 5 years, I won't have to worry about headaches anymore.
But before that, he has to worry about the next school year.
Elphias Doge's substitute teaching position is about to end at the end of the school year, and a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has not yet been decided.
Kettleburn is also retiring, so we need to keep a close eye on Hagrid.
Harry still needs to undergo Occlumency and psychological counseling, and he also needs to continue searching for clues about the Horcrux.
Vincent doesn't need to worry.
No matter how fiercely the sandbag is thrown, how could it possibly hit this centenarian?
Perhaps it was because of his presence that even James, who usually loves to make excuses to be lazy, put in all his effort.
Kenny, who always talks behind people's backs about how old-fashioned Britain is, has gotten sore from waving his wand so many times.
Dumbledore just stood there smiling, and none of them dared to be anything but serious.
Vincent hit the punching bag 100 times, he did 100 push-ups and then 100 sit-ups.
Warm-up complete.
The moment Dumbledore grasped the Alder Wand, he realized that he had improved a great deal.
The body is not tense, and the standing posture allows for a dodge movement at any time.
Melee combat and ranged spellcasting each have their advantages and disadvantages. Although they are not yet perfectly complementary, they are already the best among students.
The incantation and spellcasting can be completed in one go, and a slight flick of the wrist can even quickly follow up with a Nonverbal spells.
If the movements could be slowed down and some fancy little details added, it would definitely win the "Barnabus Finkley Award for Outstanding Spellcasting Techniques".
The wooden dummies are knocked away and then come back; the seemingly tedious practice is actually maintaining muscle memory.
"Dumbledore." Changkichi stood respectfully behind him.
"Oh—Mr. Butler, you must have something important to tell me."
"We have guests at home, Your Excellency." Changkichi's gaze swept over Vincent.
"It's the lady and young master of the Ashiya family."
The four people sitting in the living room were chatting.
Hayahiko and Hirakawa talked about work, while Meiko and Mie talked about their respective daughters.
A dozen minutes later, Changkichi brought the children over.
The eyes of the Ashiya mother and son were both focused on Vincent.
Mie quickly moved away and smiled at Rinne.
The two daughters disliked each other from the moment they entered school, and the problem stemmed more from their families than from their personalities.
Hayahiko asked Changkichi, "Where is Dumbledore?"
"Your Excellency feels that his presence would make the atmosphere tense."
Mie glanced at Vincent.
It turns out that Dumbledore orchestrating the whole thing.
She turned her gaze back to Rinne.
"It's been a long time, Rinne."
"Aunt Mie, we met more than half a month ago."
"Yes, that was when the Gwent flagship store opened."
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
After that day, "Magic Town Daily News" began.
Hermione and Daphne kept their attention on her face.
No matter how gentle and virtuous this lady may seem, she has shown malice before.
"Speaking of Gwent, everyone should know that I have a Contract with the Wizard Cards."
Her calm gaze met Vincent's equally calm gaze.
"I received their letter during breakfast this morning."
It turned out to be a well-intentioned reminder.
Rinne slightly toned down the coldness on her face.
Mie glanced at the pairs of curious eyes.
Vincent remained calm, as if he had expected it all along.
He has such a profound understanding of human nature at such a young age, no wonder Dumbledore is on his side.
"The Wizard Cards were sold to us at cost price, and all profits within six months belonged to us."
"Hiss—" Almost everyone gasped involuntarily.
Mie noticed that Vincent and Hayahiko exchanged a glance.
This seems to have been somewhat anticipated, but not entirely.
She moved her gaze with interest, finally focusing on the face of a little witch who had calmed down.
If I remember correctly, this is Granger.
A brief contact with the optic nerve is enough to confirm that he has understood her meaning.
This little witch is clever enough, and her age is close to that of her youngest son Kenji.
She sighed inwardly.
One Wayne, one Granger.
"Well then, we'll take our leave now." Mie and Hirakawa stood up and bowed slightly to everyone in farewell.
Hayahiko and Meiko, along with the children, saw the mother and son off.
Vincent, who remained silent throughout, already knew about the Ashiya family—or rather, Takuma's attitude.
They came with sincerity, and if they want to help, they should also come with sincerity.
"They don't treat me like a child anymore."
"Who would dare treat you like a child anymore?"
Vincent smiled wryly at them, "We were forced into this."
However, after today, few of those important figures will likely still have designs on me.
Hayahiko turned his back without any embarrassment. "Meiko, make sure to prepare a more substantial lunch today."
She followed behind very cooperatively, saying, "Darling, I would have prepared it even if you hadn't asked."
They watched the two men go inside.
"My father ran away." Rinne suddenly became somewhat sad.
It wasn't because of her father's attitude, but because there were only a few days left before school started.
Parting is always sad, but it is also fleeting.
It's not like we'll never see each other again.
"Is Uncle Hayahiko also afraid?" Vincent walked into the house as if nothing had happened.
Kenny rolled his eyes at his retreating figure. "Wayne, I never knew you had such a narcissistic side."
"Thanks, but I'm not as narcissistic as you."
Rinne suddenly smiled.
Vincent's cooperation with the Shingu Family is just a facade; the real cooperation is with her.
The only one who can control her destiny is herself.