Vincent, riding Hermione, jumped from the rainbow-colored hot air balloon onto the basket of the pink hot air balloon.
Rinne looked at the two people standing steadily in front of her with a displeased expression.
You think you can treat her like a dog?
This isn't how you show affection; you're just forcing dog food into our mouths.
They might as well just glue them together, especially the woman. No matter how outstanding Vincent, he doesn't need to hold her so tightly.
Hermione greeted her warmly, "Rinne, long time no see."
Long time no see?
"Oh? Really? Long time no see."
She gave a forced smile, indicating that she hadn't recognized her yet.
Vincent glanced at Hermione. "Rinne, you actually know her."
"Hehe—" Rinne chuckled dryly, glancing casually at Hermione.
Her fashion sense is pretty good, and she has a great figure.
But she was still certain she didn't know him.
If you really knew a girl like that, how could you not have even the slightest impression of her?
But that aura...
Rinne frowned and moved closer to Hermione.
She was nothing like Marietta's carefree nature, nor did she have Qiu's Eastern features.
She remembered the other two little witches.
Daphne, like herself, was a pampered young lady.
Although the two have similar temperaments, the girl in front of me also possesses a unique intellectual beauty.
Rinne asked tentatively, "Are you Hermione? Hermione Granger?"
"It's me." Hermione gave a reserved smile. "You finally recognized me."
Rinne was completely stunned.
Is this a 14 or 15-year-old little witch?
She pointed shakily at Hermione, then at Vincent.
"You... you actually used the Time-Turner recklessly like this madman?"
Vincent immediately felt offended.
He strictly followed the rules, so how did he become a madman?
Just as he was about to speak, Hermione released her grip on him and stood in front of him to defend him.
"Rinne, Vincent did not violate any rules of time magic, so it cannot be considered reckless use at all."
Her tone was somewhat harsh, as if she were angry, "Also, he's not crazy, he's just using the Time-Turner legally and legitimately."
Rinne instinctively backed away.
Hermione's aura was so strong that even Vincent was taken aback.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, you know that's not what I meant."
Everyone makes mistakes when they say the wrong thing, and I believe Rinne didn't mean it.
Hermione relaxed, her expression softening. "Rinne, I also want to apologize to you. I got a little agitated just now."
Rinne glanced meaningfully at Vincent.
Britain's first Muggle-born female Minister of Ministry of Magic, with such careful planning in advance, has a very high probability of success.
She recalled Hermione's state just now and felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of fear.
There was no misuse of public office for personal gain, but if the Magical Communicator's layout were discovered, given Hermione Vincent's current relationship, it would be a miracle if she could even get a job at the Ministry of Magic.
Such a poorly considered arrangement is completely unlike Vincent's style.
Rinne looked apologetic. "Hermione, then we're even. Please don't be angry anymore."
She then winked at Vincent, "I have something important to discuss with your boyfriend right now, so please don't overthink it."
Hermione was very generous, "Of course not, you two talk."
As she turned to return to the rainbow-colored hot air balloon, Vincent gently grabbed her hand.
"What Rinne said is probably related to you, so you don't need to be particularly secretive about it."
"That's not a good idea." Hermione's lips curled up slightly. "You can tell me later, it'll be the same."
It's obvious that he's saying one thing but meaning another.
Vincent took her hand and waved gently at Rinne. "You'd find out sooner or later anyway. I didn't tell you before because I was afraid it would put pressure on you."
Hermione became even more curious.
What exactly is making Rinne so nervous? What is causing her stress?
Vincent reached with his other hand into the basket and used his magic to pull the tables and chairs over.
"Let's sit down and talk."
He described the Magical Communicator and the layout of the Ministry of Magic, Hermione, increasingly surprised, simply held his hand quietly in return.
Her dream was indeed to become Minister for Magic, but that's all in the past now.
After Vincent finished speaking, he turned to Rinne, "I know what you're worried about, but as your partner, I have to tell you something first."
His expression was extremely serious. "I am not only Nicolas Flamel's apprentice in Alchemy, but also Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald's apprentice in magic."
Rinne's face turned deathly pale instantly.
Although she had suspected it before, the fact that Vincent dared to say it out loud now meant that there was absolutely no way out for his cooperation with the Shingu Family.
Exit? Or continue?
This matter is of great importance, and Rinne dares not make a decision on her own.
"Vincent, can you give me a moment to think about it?"
"Sure."
Rinne's nerves remained taut.
Vincent is no ordinary man; he is destined for great things.
However, his status as the first Dark Lord's apprentice would limit his development and push him to the opposite side of the global Wizarding World.
Such an ambitious and capable person would never want to become an enemy of wizards worldwide.
Unless his real purpose is...
Rinne's face flushed, and her emotions became excited.
"Vincent, what exactly do you want?"
"To fulfill my teacher's long-cherished wish." Vincent's powerful magic enveloped Rinne, "To allow wizards to stand openly in the sunlight and truly coexist peacefully with Muggle."
He's a madman, absolutely a madman.
No one has accomplished this in thousands of years; even the closest, Grindelwald, only managed to conquer Europe and then set his sights on the rest of the world.
What makes Vincent, who is not even twenty years old, capable of? The remaining forces of the Wizards' Purity Party? His own powerful magic?
Rinne's eyes suddenly widened in horror.
Because she remembered his other identity: the apprentice of a legendary Alchemists.
If Magical Communicator were to become widespread, they could secretly obtain a vast amount of personal information about wizards.
By monopolizing and wiretapping calls, it is even possible to secretly control a region to a certain extent.
As the area under their control grows larger and stronger, this lurking force can completely overturn the existing magical government system.
"Phew—" Rinne let out a long sigh of relief. "Vincent, aren't you afraid that I'll turn around and tell the British Ministry of Magic about what you did?"
Vincent withdrew the magic that had been enveloping her, a smug smile spreading across his face. "What's there to be afraid of? At worst, I'll just wipe out the British Wizarding World first."
Rinne was lost in thought for a moment.
Some people are born to be kings. Albus Dumbledore was one such person, as was Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald.
Without exception, they all possess a unique leadership charisma that makes people want to follow them.
"Vincent, I cannot represent the Shingu Family right now."
Rinne reached out her hand to him, "But no matter what happens in the future, I will always be your friend."
"Thank you." Vincent took her hand. "I will always be your friend, even if we end up on opposite sides in the future."