Vincent took three showers in total before he was completely clean.
Research and development involves risks; we must take proper protective measures next time.
When he returned to the room, Hermione was already obediently sitting back on the bed with Gu Gu in her arms.
She was very nervous, extremely nervous.
Vincent looked somewhat embarrassed.
He went to take a shower, leaving his girlfriend waiting in the room...
It's easy to misunderstand.
He didn't want her to continue misunderstanding, but explaining would only make things worse.
"Um... did Gu Gu act as a good guide just now?"
Hermione hugged Gu Gu tightly in her arms. "Uh... yes."
The atmosphere became even more awkward.
"Is that so?" Vincent chuckled dryly.
"Yes."
He walked to the bedside and sat down at a certain distance from her. "By the way, why did you suddenly come to our house today?"
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes no longer Winky. "It's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to come see you."
Vincent felt instantly guilty. "I'm sorry, I'll be very busy lately. I should have thought of your feelings sooner."
"It's okay." Hermione smiled and moved closer to him. "You call me every day, and I'm not a petty person."
Her words did make Vincent feel a little better.
He thought for a moment, then gently sat down next to her.
"Do you have some time lately? The Bugatti Factory has already built a prototype, and our family is planning to go on vacation to Italy ahead of schedule."
Hermione smiled slightly, and without much thought, replied, "Yes."
Vincent smiled and said, "That's great, let's go on vacation to Italy together."
Chris and Jane run their own dental clinic, so taking a vacation together shouldn't be a problem.
Hermione, her face full of anticipation, gently rested her head on his shoulder.
"The Quidditch World Cup qualifiers are in Italy next month, right? We can go watch the games then."
"There are still more than two weeks left." Vincent reached out and put his arm around her. "By the way, I plan to broadcast the entire World Cup."
"Broadcast?" Hermione asked doubtfully. "Are you really planning to launch the alchemical communicator now?"
Vincent grinned confidently. "Yes, before the qualifiers I'll be visiting the magic governments of various Europe countries. I just dealt with that shameless old man Fudge yesterday."
He briefly described Fudge's attitude yesterday.
With such a person who is greedy for power and money, how can the British Ministry of Magic possibly fight against the resurrected Voldemort?
Hermione could imagine what Fudge would look like when he thought he had completely mastered the Magical Base Station and faced the Pure-blood lords and the Alchemy Association who wanted a piece of the pie.
"He just stamps the document, doesn't need to do anything else, and can still take at least half of the profits, right?"
"Half?" Vincent shook his head. "Even half is too much."
"That old bastard and Old Malfoy's charitable foundation they set up before was all about splitting profits 30/70; it was blatantly robbing Pure-blood men of their money."
"Seventy percent of them are from Fudge?"
"Who else could it be?"
Hermione couldn't help but gasp.
I thought Fudge was just a petty thief, but I never expected him to be a huge thief.
No wonder the British Ministry of Magic is so inefficient; it's always short of staff or funds. That old man is truly shameless.
The two talked about Fudge's "brilliant" decisions, the first of which was to conceal Quirrell's invasion of Gringotts.
They also promoted the sycophantic pink toad to Senior Deputy Minister, concealed the fact that Voldemort had appeared, and finally even made Quirrell a scapegoat.
They only report good news, never bad news.
The people of the Wizarding World will gradually lose their vigilance, making it easier for unscrupulous wizards to take advantage of loopholes.
Lockhart is undoubtedly a prime example.
When the topic of this big liar came up, Hermione immediately blushed to the roots of her neck.
To dare deceive her when she was still an innocent young girl was an utterly heinous crime.
"This big liar is not even as good as Gu Gu's little biscuits; he's just wasting precious oxygen by living with him."
The Gu Gu in her arms squinted its big eyes, as if expressing disdain.
"Gu Gu Gu..."
Hermione seemed to understand. "Exactly, he'll always have a stiff neck when he sleeps, always choke when he eats, always run out of toilet paper, spend every day with Dementors, and live in Azkaban for the rest of his life."
Vincent listened with a chuckle to her "vicious" curse.
This is so cute!
He was almost laughing until tears streamed down his face. "If Lockhart knew about your curse, he would be extremely grateful to you."
Hermione puffed out her cheeks slightly. "Why?"
Vincent stopped laughing and gently patted her head. "Because compared to other witches, you are already the kindest."
Hermione pouted. "Then what should I say? He's never going to get out of here, otherwise I would definitely give him a good beating."
Vincent patted her forehead lightly, "When you become Minister for Magic, you can deal with him however you want."
He spoke as if it had already been decided.
Hermione leaned against his shoulder again. "What about you? I remember Grindelwald once ran for election in the International Confederation of Wizards."
That election...
"I have no interest in being a president," Vincent chuckled, recounting an amusing anecdote from the past.
"You know the natural -Legilimency master in the United States Wizarding World, right?"
"Yes, Queenie Goldstein, she's Mr. Scamander's sister-in-law."
"So you know her husband is Muggle Muggle, right?"
"I know that too."
Jacob Kowalski, the legendary chosen one, once visited Hogwarts Castle as Muggle and even possessed a Snakewood Wand.
His most legendary feat was assassinating Grindelwald in public at a high-level wizarding gathering.
What was Grindelwald's status at that time?
The leader of the Wizards' Purity Party and one of the candidates for president of the International Confederation of Wizards.
And what about Jacob?
The owner of a bakery in the United States...
Not only Grindelwald, but all the wizards present were stunned.
Even under these circumstances, Jacob successfully cast a Weather Charms using the Snakewood Wand.
Although the spell was cast by Euryale Hicks, the professor of Charms at Hogwarts at the time, the illusion that Muggle could use magic successfully fooled all the wizards, including Grindelwald.
As for the mastermind behind this assassination attempt...
Hermione tilted her head and saw Vincent's disdainful expression.
"Could it be Professor Dumbledore who orchestrated this?"
"Yes, it was this old geezer who planned it."
It's just an election, why are we scheming against each other like this?
It's all about conspiracies, assassinations, and even the creation of a fake Qilin.
Vincent's fingers gently stroked her long, brown hair. "If you'd like, I could run for office."
Hermione nuzzled her head against his neck. "Let's not. I bet Professor Dumbledore has been hoping you'd run for election for a long time."
Vincent, hugged her even tighter.
Even if it wasn't him, as long as any wizard with a slightly normal thought process ran for election, Old Man Deng would probably resign immediately.