Since the truth has already been revealed, there's no point in denying it.
Vincent adopted a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude, and even the cunning Weasley Twins couldn't do anything about him.
"We have to use our trump card!" George glanced out of the bushes. "If we tell Hermione about this..."
Threaten?
Vincent remained unmoved, even giving Fred a defiant look.
Fred had a strange feeling that he had been seen through. "Dude, don't try to scare us."
Having attended classes together for so long, it's impossible that they hadn't discovered their secret.
"George— " Vincent turned to him, "Do you know that Fred always passes notes during class?"
George looked completely indifferent, while Fred nervously looked around.
"My good buddy, who else would Fred pass notes to besides me?"
Angelina.
"Huh!?" Both of them were startled.
After the initial surprise, George felt that it wasn't a big deal.
It's just passing a little note between classmates, not even as serious as a small prank.
Such slowness is truly admirable.
"George, actually those two—" Vincent was suddenly rushed over and Fred covered his mouth tightly.
"Good buddy, I'll keep your secret, you'll keep mine?"
"Make a deal."
The two who had made the deal walked out of the bushes, leaving George standing there dumbfounded.
What exactly happened?
One second there was a fierce battle, the next there was calm and tranquility.
Has the matter been resolved?
Vincent and Fred were eating meat skewers with gusto, showing no signs of anything amiss.
The CPU is almost overheating.
George shook his head, stopping his thoughts.
Such a beautiful night shouldn't be wasted thinking about such trivial things.
The outdoor barbecue party in the Forbidden Forest continued until the early hours of the morning.
Everyone went back, Vincent and Hermione started the Time-Turner as usual.
It's almost the end of the month, time to head over to the Alchemy Shop.
After three instances of Side-Along Apparition, the two appeared in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
He put on a long black robe and a black hood.
The owner, Tom, noticed their attire but didn't ask any questions, and went about wiping the bottles on the shelf.
Diagon Alley is bustling with people, but Knockturn Alley remains quiet.
However, the alleyway was bustling with activity, indicating that many savvy people had sensed a business opportunity.
Parkinson's Magical Gear Shop, Zabini Clothing Chain, Flint Herbalist Shop...
It has to be the Pure-blood men who know how to do business.
The popularity of the Alchemy Shop has attracted a large influx of people, so take advantage of the opportunity to acquire some land in the surrounding area to start a small business.
A sure-fire way to make money.
Vincent looked up at the most conspicuous black pyramid.
Even at night, the mysterious lines and symbols on its surface remain bright, making it a landmark of Knockturn Alley.
Winky sign for "Wayne's Alchemy Shop" floated in mid-air, while a number of customers stood on an unseen floating staircase next to it.
Vincent and Hermione quietly followed behind them in line.
Wait a few minutes, walk through the platinum corridor, and enter through the exquisitely patterned metal doors.
Behind the Marble Staircase is a showroom with white lights and black walls, creating a strong contrast between light and shadow.
Cheshire, who was serving customers, soon noticed the two of them.
A man and a woman, dressed in black robes and hoods, were either hiding their identities or were dark wizards.
She apologized to the customers and went straight to the central rest area where the two had just sat down.
"Good evening, both of you. How can I help you?"
Vincent revealed half of his face beneath his hood. "It's me."
Cheshire looked at him suspiciously for a few moments, then suddenly covered her mouth in surprise, "You are... the boss?"
The changes were already significant when we met last month, how come the changes are even greater this month?
So, the lady next to him...
Hmm—it does look somewhat familiar.
Take a few more glances.
"Miss Granger?" Cheshire was startled.
It's probably been a year or two since we last saw each other.
Vincent coughed, reminding everyone that this wasn't the place to talk.
Cheshire quickly composed herself and politely extended her hand, "Please come in, both of you."
The office is underground, directly above the factory.
Xi La, who was on duty, was quite puzzled until the two You-Know-Who took off their hoods.
He rubbed his eyes and then scratched his head.
Are kids these days developing so fast?
Could it be Aging Potion?
But there's no need for that.
Vincent had no intention of explaining and stepped into the office that Cheshire had opened.
The layout is very simple, with a long pure silver table in the center neatly arranged with ledgers standing out.
He opened the ledger and glanced at it casually. "Don't be nervous, I just came to take a look and set up the production line for the new product."
Cheshire's eyes lit up.
The demand for alchemical products is so high that the factory's automated production line has to run 24 hours a day just to meet the demand.
In just two months, monthly revenue has exceeded 100,000 Galleon, and even with a low profit margin, there is still a net income of nearly 20,000 Gallons.
With the addition of new products, next month's sales will definitely be even higher.
"By the way," Vincent, putting down the ledger, "Who were the culprits this month?"
Xi La pulled out a notebook filled with portraits and detailed information.
"There were three waves of suspected foreign forces, and we have already dealt with them and removed them from the Britain."
Many people from those wizarding families came; some were discussing cooperation, while others were plotting behind our backs, but we managed to send them all away.
Dark wizards appear almost every day, and Lucifer is in charge of cleaning up the mess, so the Ministry of Magic shouldn't notice anything amiss.
The Alchemy Association has remained silent; they're probably plotting something.
Vincent nodded and took the list from Xi La.
Italy, Finland, and Austria are new faces; they're just testing the waters, like those from last month.
The invitations to cooperate from domestic wizarding families are all for profit. The Alchemy Shop has no plans to expand globally for the time being, and Greengrass and Rosier are capable of handling the current situation.
The Ministry of Magic usually doesn't concern itself with the death or disappearance of dark wizards, as long as no trace is left behind.
The Alchemy Association, on the other hand, remained calm, perhaps because it was considering the upcoming Cairo International Alchemy Conference next year.
As Christmas approached, Vincent presented new products and gifts without giving any further instructions.
After setting up the factory's production line, he and Hermione went straight back.
Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands, the two men removed their robes and hoods.
The moon is beautiful tonight, perfect for a date.
"How's my Alchemy Shop doing? Not bad, right?"
"Quite good." Hermione was in a better mood than him.
Her smile was beautiful, with a certain inexplicable charm.
Confident and composed, with eyes that reveal wisdom, she possesses a subtle yet captivating intellectual beauty.
"You look so beautiful when you smile."
Hermione blushed, but her gaze remained fixed on his eyes without flinching. "I'll smile more often from now on."
The soft moonlight shone down and shone on the two of them.
Vincent paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. "It's a deal, no backing out."
"Okay, no take-backs allowed."