Voldemort = Sour Pickled Radish

Morning.

Vincent arrived at the beach, feeling refreshed.

Before the couples woke up, he jogged three laps around the island. When he returned, he happened to see Hermione and Daphne boiling water for oatmeal.

Both of them had huge dark circles under their eyes. It looked like they had suffered from insomnia last night.

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

Vincent did not have much of anything else, but he had plenty of snacks.

While Gu Gu and the others were still over at Cho's tent, he successfully got his hands on bread, ham, and salad dressing.

It would have been even better with some vegetables and fried eggs.

"Hmph!" They were absolutely not jealous.

"Do you want some?"

"No!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Then I'll save them for when they—"

Two gusts of wind swept over, and the bread, ham, and salad dressing all vanished without a trace.

Vincent picked up the last sandwich he had just made.

"Cheapskate."

"Exactly."

He took a bite in good spirits. "Don't worry. Those people won't be able to monitor us for long."

Hermione and Daphne both stopped what they were doing.

"I'm planning to provoke them a little."

At last.

By the time everyone woke up, the three of them had mostly worked out a plan.

The Seto Inland Sea was vast, with plenty of places to visit.

It was unrealistic to tour all three thousand islands, but passing through all of them was not difficult.

There probably were not many people monitoring them. The more often Apparition was used, the more likely the island residents were to notice it.

The Minister of Magic's home was nearby, and the enforcement team should have personnel stationed there as well.

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

If Ashiya Takuma had arranged for people to monitor them, they would have a legitimate reason to go cause trouble.

"You're up so early?" Rinne sat down and picked up a prepared sandwich.

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

If she remembered correctly, something similar had happened at the Shingu Family before.

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

Vincent looked meaningfully out at the sea. "They were."

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

After drinking nearly half a cup of warm water, she was no longer as nervous as before.

"Have you considered the possibility of them framing you?"

"Not yet. We'll adapt when the time comes."

Rather speechlessly, she refilled her cup with hot water and took a huge bite out of her sandwich.

With the dual buffs of international guests and famous figures, the matter was destined only to grow bigger and bigger.

If it was mishandled, resignation as an apology might even be possible.

"Ah-ha—" Kenny came over yawning, only for Rinne to snatch the sandwich he had been about to take.

She was so irritable. She must have been on her period.

One look was enough to confirm it: she was not someone to provoke right now.

There were two big boxes of olive chocolate anyway. If he could not eat it, then so be it.

Vincent tilted his head and watched his retreating back.

He was remarkably resolute, and rather carefree too.

Animals instinctively ran when they could not win a fight. Humans at the top of the food chain were no exception.

"If we disappeared, wouldn't that make things even more interesting?"

Not only Rinne, but Hermione and Daphne also looked horrified.

"Think about it. We're all underage wizards."

Vincent spoke calmly. "And it wouldn't be a real disappearance. The Seto Inland Sea is an inland sea, and diving isn't dangerous."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up. "As soon as the Ministry of Magic investigates, those people will be the biggest suspects."

"Provided no one discovers where we went." Daphne looked at Vincent's confident expression alongside her.

There would be no Trace triggered, and he also had alchemy far beyond this era.

If they made the yacht disappear visually, then created thirteen diving suits and oxygen tanks, they could blow up the peaceful Japanese Wizarding World.

After her initial shock, Rinne had already become somewhat numb.

Calling it reckless was fair enough; diving was an excellent excuse.

Calling it rigorous was also fair enough; they had only just come up with it.

They truly wanted to cause trouble, and they truly intended to adapt as they went.

She was speechless toward Vincent.

Last year, when the Magical Congress suddenly purged the Wizards' Purity Party throughout North America, perhaps it had something to do with him...

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

That was an old dark wizard organization that had existed for over half a century. How could it possibly set its sights on a little wizard who had just started school?

"There are still fifteen days left. Are you sure things will go smoothly?"

"Of course."

They did not avoid speaking in front of anyone.

From that moment onward, even Neville knew this trip would not be simple.

First, they had been plotted against by the Shingu Family. Then the Abe Family had set its sights on them. Now every clue pointed toward the Ashiya Family.

Were they insane?

They were going to arm-wrestle the Minister of Magic?

But if it was Vincent...

Should they go back to Britain and do the same to Fudge?

"Believe it or not, even if we soaked in the sea for two or three years, he would still act as though nothing had happened?"

Everyone from Hogwarts firmly believed it.

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

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

"Different countries, different circumstances." Vincent shrugged. "You know Voldemort, right?

Our Wizarding World needs time to recover. That war still has a huge impact even now."

"Like what?"

His expression turned serious as he answered Jennifer's question. "People treat him as dead, they don't dare say his name, and many Death Eaters escaped judgment."

Kenny looked even more disdainful. "That's it?

You know the Wizards' Purity Party, right? Such a massive international dark wizard organization, and we still wiped them out in one sweep.

Britain was just lucky back then. You had a Dumbledore who made Grindelwald wary."

With ten pairs of eyes staring at him, his tone lost much of its earlier confidence.

"If you had seen how terrifying the Wizards' Purity Party was, how could you take a sour pickled radish like Voldemort seriously?"

Vincent strongly agreed with that view.

It just sounded a little too punchable. Rolf and Neville had already clenched their fists, looking as though they might rush over and hit him at any moment.

But someone moved faster than them.

"Argh—" Rinne kicked Kenny in the shin.

"You've never seen Voldemort either. How do you know he was weaker than Grindelwald?"

"I was just telling the tru—" Kenny guiltily shut his mouth.

He had heard about Britain's wizarding war, and he knew about the cruel methods used by the Death Eaters.

That was precisely why he looked down on them.

If they wanted to kill someone, they should just kill them. Why torture people like a bunch of psychopaths first?

Rolf was glaring at him because of his family's grudge against Grindelwald.

But what was going on with everyone else?

Especially Neville, who looked timid beyond belief. Could someone in his family have crossed paths with Voldemort?

"Sorry. You all know I didn't mean it."

Seeing how sincerely he apologized, no one pursued what had just happened.

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

Neville loosened his tightly clenched fists. "I—I don't know why I got angry either."

Was Voldemort weak?

Having never experienced it personally, he had no right to comment.

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

Again and again, he had failed his family's expectations. He did not have the ability to avenge his parents.

There was something wrong with this Hogwarts.