Without violating the rules of time magic, the greatest use of Time-Turner is to obtain near-infinite time.
While others only experienced one day, the two young wizards who used it could experience countless days.
The celebration party at the Alchemy Shop lasted until after 8 a. m.
"Aha—" Vincent yawned, "Oh, it's already morning."
He shook his little head. "We need to hurry back and catch up on our sleep."
Today is Sunday, but you should maintain an appropriate distance from your subordinates—neither too close nor too far.
Lucifer patted his large face lightly. "Chairman, let me give you a ride."
"No need." Vincent picked up his suitcase and stood up.
"You all need to get some rest. There's a whole host of things to do next."
Hermione said goodbye to Cheshire and followed him out of the Alchemy Shop.
During the day, Knockturn Alley doesn't seem as eerie as it does at night, but it's just as quiet and unsettling.
Vincent took out two black robes with hoods. "Put these on. It's hard for wizards here to tell good from bad. It'll be troublesome if they follow the Apparition here."
Hermione put on her robe and hood, covering herself completely.
"Don't be nervous, those wizards won't dare to make a move."
His words of comfort seemed to have the opposite effect.
Although the wizards living here all have their own troubles, she is not so naive as to think that this place is safe.
Besides, the Ministry of Magic has already withdrawn the Auror, so it's not too much to be cautious.
After walking out of the alley, there were a few wizards dressed in the same black robes and hoods standing scattered on the street.
Some were staring at the two of them intently, while others were whispering amongst themselves.
"Wait a minute, these two live at the end of the alley!"
A wizard whose gender was indiscernible stopped and walked back, presumably intending to cause trouble.
Vincent walked quietly, showing no sign of fear whatsoever.
Hermione behind him clenched her little fists the whole time, and began to understand why he dared to be so unscrupulous.
The Alchemy Shop must have already experienced countless attempts to cause trouble during its renovation.
The result was obvious: they all suffered.
After exiting Knockturn Alley, there is a dirty and narrow alley leading to Diagon Alley.
Even though they couldn't see or hear anyone else, the two knew they were being watched by many eyes.
Perhaps the power of "living at the end of the alley" was too great, for they simply watched the two leave in silence.
As soon as Hermione arrived at Diagon Alley, she was panting heavily.
She didn't complain, she just glared at Vincent.
"I promise it won't happen again!"
If it were anyone else, they would probably have been beaten up already.
Stepping out of the Leaky Cauldron and onto Charing Cross Road, Hermione yanked off her hood.
She pouted, "Isn't it a bit too conspicuous to use Apparition in Big White?"
"No way." Vincent pointed to the back alley of the clothing store across the street. "I've always gone back this way the last few times I've been here."
Finding absolutely no loopholes, she seemed even more unhappy.
Feeling down, she took his hand, and after a short while, they arrived at a secluded street.
It looks familiar, but it shouldn't be in London.
Hermione tilted her head slightly. "Is the next stop King's Cross Station?"
Vincent shrugged. "There's nothing I can do about it; I know these places best."
From Charing Cross Road to Oxford Street, King's Cross Station, and then to the Scottish Highlands.
The route was easy to guess, and the locations they chose were all very remote.
The two were very lucky and were not discovered.
Dementors don't count, of course.
Vincent instinctively raised his wand high, shouting, "Put Your Guardian!"
Before the spell could leave his lips, Hermione yanked hard on his arm.
"It's Big White now, this could make the news."
Vincent swallowed the last syllable and glared fiercely at the dozen or so Dementors in the sky.
The Forbidden Forest is like this, it was like this last night, and it's still like this now.
"That persistent, stinking ghost..." He lowered his wand, leading Hermione to another plain in the Scottish Highlands.
The Dementors slammed on the brakes and chased after them to where they had landed.
The dizziness had just subsided when a bone-chilling cold swept over me again.
Although Vincent couldn't sense these things, he knew the Dementors were coming from Hermione's tightly pursed lips.
Calling them dedicated is an exaggeration; they're not Sirius Black.
While they might be considered unprofessional, they are undeniably persistent.
Are you feeling better?
Hermione relaxed her furrowed brows, her eyes defiant.
"Let's go straight to Hogsmeade. I know you're considering my feelings, which is why we've never gone too far."
Vincent took a deep breath and focused his mind to Side-Along Apparition.
As soon as the black and white vortex sucked the two of them in, a strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness came over them.
Suppressed, unable to move.
It felt like being swept into the deep sea, or buried underground.
Tired, extremely tired.
This is Vincent feels.
He appeared in the cave in Hogsmeade, holding Hermione's hand, and almost lost his footing and fell.
The fact that their black robes had a few more holes was already the best possible outcome.
"Huff, huff, huff—" Hermione gasped for breath as he helped her sit down against the side.
My whole body aches, as if I've been brutally beaten.
Vincent wasn't much better off.
He lay down on the ground and said, "It feels like I've gone back to when I first learned Apparition."
Each additional foot increases the burden exponentially, and the burden doubles again upon the Side-Along Apparition of the followers.
The feeling of exhaustion came on quickly and went away just as fast.
He felt much better, but Hermione still didn't have the strength to move at all.
Vincent pulled out a bottle of golden Elixir to Induce Euphoria. "Come on, open your mouth."
Hermione blushed, opened her small mouth, and drank the potion little by little.
The Potions Master's creation was incredibly effective, and she recovered quickly.
"Tap tap tap—" Footsteps suddenly came from outside.
The only person arriving at this time could be Mr. Burke, the black market merchant.
Vincent pulled out his Alder Wand, skillfully performed Human Transfiguration, and restored their black robes.
He put on a hood, revealing a few strands of greasy, long black hair.
Hermione's lips twitched.
Although I knew he was good at imitating, I never expected him to be this good.
"Let's go." The lowered voice was completely different, but the tone was a perfect replica.
Not to mention Mr. Burke, there were very few people in the school who could tell the difference.
Judging from his almost subconscious act of changing his appearance, he probably frequently impersonates Snape to show off.
A habitual criminal, definitely a habitual criminal!
"Mr. Snape?" Mr. Burke was somewhat surprised. "It's been a long time. I didn't expect you to be here so early today."
S. Vincent Nep snorted and walked right past him.
Hermione was completely covered up behind them, quickly followed.
Mr. Burke was furious but dared not speak out.
The Wizard Cards caused him heavy losses, taking away his savings of more than ten years.
These days, if there's any business that's guaranteed to make a profit, it's the perfect potion brewed by Potions Master.
However, regardless of the era, they were always hard currency in the market.
"I never imagined Mr. Snape liked little girls..."
Mr. Burke muttered to himself.
Early in the morning, a lone man and woman were alone in this deserted cave.
With such a huge height difference, what a beast!
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