Voldemort = Pickled Radish

Early morning.

Vincent arrived at the beach, feeling refreshed.

He jogged around the small island three times before the couples woke up, returning just in time to see Hermione and Daphne boiling water for oatmeal.

Both of them had dark circles under their eyes, looking like they'd had a sleepless night.

"Hmph!" Oatmeal was definitely out of the question.

But Vincent didn't have much oatmeal, he had a lot of snacks.

While Gugu and the others were still at Cho's tent, toast, ham, and salad dressing were successfully acquired.

It would be even more perfect with some vegetables and a fried egg.

"Hmph!" Not envious at all.

"Do you guys want some?"

"No!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Then I'll save it for them—"

Two gusts of wind swept over, and all the toast, ham, and salad dressing disappeared.

Vincent picked up the last sandwich he had just made.

"You're stingy."

"Yeah."

He took a bite with a good attitude, "Don't worry, those people won't be able to monitor us for long."

Hermione and Daphne both stopped what they were doing.

"I plan to provoke them a little."

Here it comes.

By the time everyone woke up, the three of them had discussed it pretty thoroughly.

The Seto Inland Sea is vast, and there are many places to go.

It's unrealistic to visit all 3,000 islands, but it's not difficult to pass through them all.

The number of people monitoring them shouldn't be large, and the more times they use Apparition, the easier it will be for them to be discovered by the island's residents.

Rice Ball Reading

The Minister of Magic's house is nearby, so the enforcement team should also have personnel deployed.

Will they turn a blind eye, or will they enforce the law impartially?

If Ashiya Takuma arranged for people to monitor them, then there is a legitimate reason to cause trouble.

"You're up so early?" Rinne sat down and picked up a sandwich that had been made.

She took a bite, then stared in horror at the dark circles under Hermione and Daphne's eyes.

If she remembered correctly, the Shingu Family had also had that once.

"I don't think I was planning to do anything to you, was I?"

Vincent's meaningful eyes looked out to sea, "They are."

Rinne swallowed the sandwich she had barely chewed, "They're monitoring—cough cough—"

After drinking half a cup of warm water, she wasn't as nervous as before.

"Have you considered the possibility of framing someone?"

"Nope, we'll improvise when the time comes."

She wordlessly filled the cup with hot water, then took a big bite of the sandwich.

With the double buff of being an international friend and a well-known person, things were destined to get bigger and bigger.

If it's not handled well, resigning and apologizing are both possibilities.

"Aha—" Kenny came over yawning, wanting to pick up a sandwich, but Rinne took it first.

So irritable, she must be on her period.

She confirmed it with her eyes, and he couldn't afford to provoke her now.

Anyway, there were two big boxes of olive chocolate, so he just wouldn't eat it.

Vincent tilted his head and looked at his back.

Very determined, and quite free and easy.

The instinct of animals is to run if they can't win, and humans at the top of the food chain are no exception.

"If we disappear, won't things become more interesting?"

Not only Rinne, but Hermione and Daphne's gazes also became horrified.

"Think about it, we're all underage wizards."

...Vincent said calmly, "And it's not like we're really disappearing. The Seto Inland Sea is an inland sea, and there's no danger in diving."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, "As long as the Ministry of Magic investigates, those people will be the most suspicious."

"Provided we don't let anyone discover our whereabouts." Daphne and she both looked at the confident Vincent.

No Trace Charm triggering, and Alchemy far ahead of its time.

Making the yacht visually disappear, and then creating thirteen sets of diving suits and oxygen tanks, could ignite the tranquil Japanese magical world.

After the initial shock, Rinne had become somewhat numb.

If you call it reckless, diving is a very good reason.

If you call it meticulous, it was only just thought of.

Looking for trouble is real, improvising is also real.

She was speechless at Vincent.

Last year, the Magical Congress suddenly purged the Wizards' Purity Party within North America, perhaps it was related to him...

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

They are an old Dark wizard organization that has existed for more than half a century, would they target such a newly enrolled wizard?

"There are still half a month, are you sure things will go smoothly?"

"Of course."

Their conversation didn't avoid anyone.

From now on, even Neville knew that this trip was not simple.

First, they were schemed against by the Shingu Family, then targeted by the Abe Family, and now all the clues point to the Ashiya Family.

Are they crazy?

Arm wrestling with the Minister of Magic?

But if it's Vincent...

Should we give Fudge a similar experience when we return home?

"Do you believe that even if we soak in the sea for two or three years, he can still pretend nothing happened?"

Everyone at Hogwarts firmly believed this.

"Someone like that can become the Minister of Magic?" Kenny's tone was full of contempt after finishing his chocolate.

"If it were on our side, the Magical Congress would have kicked him out long ago."

"Different national conditions, I guess." Vincent shrugged, "You know Voldemort, right?

Our magical world needs to recuperate. That war still has a great impact even now."

"For example?"

He replied to Jennifer's question with a serious expression, "Treating him as dead, not daring to say his name, and many Death Eaters escaping judgment."

Kenny's expression became even more disdainful, "Is that it?

You know the Wizards' Purity Party, right? Such a large transnational Dark wizard organization was wiped out by us.

You British were just lucky back then, you had a Dumbledore who Grindelwald was wary of."

Being stared at by a full ten pairs of eyes, his tone was no longer as confident as before:

"If you had seen the horrors of the Wizards' Purity Party, you wouldn't take Voldemort, a sour radish like that, seriously."

Vincent very much agreed with this view.

It just sounded a bit annoying. Rolf and Neville had already clenched their fists, looking like they might rush over to hit him at any moment.

However, someone was one step faster than him.

"Ow—" Rinne kicked Kenny's calf.

"You haven't even seen Voldemort, how do you know he's weaker than Grindelwald?"

"I'm telling the truth—" Kenny closed his mouth somewhat guiltily.

He had heard of the British wizarding war and knew the Death Eaters' cruel methods.

The reason he looked down on them was also due to this.

If you want to kill, just kill directly, why bother torturing someone like a pervert.

Rolf glared at him, probably because of the feud between his family and Grindelwald.

What about the rest?

Especially Neville, who looked timid, could it be that someone in his family had dealt with Voldemort?

"Sorry, you all know I didn't mean it."

Seeing as he sincerely apologized, everyone decided to let the earlier incident go.

They all knew more or less about what had happened to the Longbottoms.

Neville unclenched his tightly-fisted hand. "I—I don't know why I got so angry."

Was Voldemort weak?

Without experiencing it firsthand, one wasn't qualified to comment.

But the main reason was probably that he was angry with himself.

Time and again, he had failed to live up to his family's expectations and lacked the ability to avenge his parents.

This Hogwarts isn't quite normal.

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