After returning to Britain from Austria, Vincent's mindset underwent a significant change.
Around 9 p. m., he was walking alone on a bustling London street when he suddenly appeared near Whitehall and soon came to a red telephone booth.
"There's really nothing to worry about..."
His words faded with the wind, and he reappeared in Manchester once more using Apparition.
The environment here is beautiful and tranquil, completely free from the hustle and bustle of London.
The dim streetlights cast a long shadow of Vincent, who, with a faint smile on his lips, strolled into yet another deserted street, cane in hand.
"Number 444, that's not exactly an auspicious number..."
The surrounding streetlights suddenly flickered violently a few times, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of a brown detached villa.
The scenery here is even more beautiful, giving people a particularly leisurely feeling.
Vincent went to the front door and rang the doorbell.
Not long after, the door was opened from the inside.
Good evening, Uncle Chris.
"Vincent?" Chris, who was wearing glasses, looked surprised and a little puzzled.
"Why are you coming so late? You didn't even call us beforehand."
Vincent stood there politely. "I'm so sorry, I didn't disturb you, did I?"
Chris turned to the side. "No, come in quickly."
"Thanks."
Vincent changed into slippers and, led by him, entered the living room.
Granger family is decorated in a warm and inviting style, giving it a very comfortable feel.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows face the backyard, so the view and sunlight should be excellent during the day.
As soon as I stepped into the living room, a faint smell of butter wafted over.
Perhaps Jane, the pastry chef, is making something delicious.
Hermione was the only one in the living room.
She was wearing a white polka-dot nightgown and sitting on a light blue sofa, looking slightly out of breath; she must have just run out of her room.
She was slightly surprised when she saw Vincent's outfit, then shyly clutched the nightgown on her legs.
Eric is right. Making a girl's eyes light up will greatly increase her favorability; they really love surprises.
"Vincent?" Jane, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen.
She warmly led Vincent to sit on the other side of the sofa, saying, "Our house must be hard to find, right? You must have gone to so much trouble."
Remember to call ahead next time you come, so we can pick you up at the station.
"Excuse me, Aunt Jane, I came here using magic."
Chris and Jane then noticed the cane he was holding.
It seems to be called something like "Illusion Form". Their daughter can also do it, and he taught her.
The Mr. and Mrs. Granger glanced knowingly at their beloved daughter, who was sitting obediently on the other side of the sofa.
She mentioned at dinner that she was a bit tired from shopping during the day and went upstairs to rest around 8 pm.
Now that guests are coming, there's no need to rush like this, especially since she even put on some light makeup.
Are they really just ordinary friends?
The couple smiled knowingly, looking like experienced people.
Jane winked at Chris, "You guys talk first, my cookies are still in the oven."
Chris tactfully followed behind, saying, "I need to go in and get ready too. Vincent, would you like something to drink?"
"Thank you, tea will do."
The Britain generally can't live without tea all day long, and they have a wide variety of teas to choose from.
After Chris entered the kitchen, Hermione, who had been eagerly waiting, sat down next to him.
"You're here so late, is something urgent?"
Vincent nodded and then shook his head. "Actually, it's not in a rush. I just wanted to come and see you in person."
Perhaps it was because they were too close, but Hermione's face flushed slightly. "This isn't like you. Did something happen?"
"Yes." Vincent looked at her Winky gaze. "I've finally figured something out."
"What... is it?"
"I don't want to live a life that's too tiring; I want to live more freely."
Hermione stared blankly into his deep, azure eyes.
Doing whatever you want means not having to consider the consequences too much, and it also means being full of uncertainty.
She should hate this kind of person, but she just can't bring herself to dislike Vincent.
Vincent smiled at her mischievously. "By the way, your intuition is very accurate."
"What?" Hermione suddenly realized, "Rinne is in Britain?"
"Yes, they drove their sports car to our house very ostentatiously early this morning."
"Huh?" Hermione's eyes widened, looking incredibly excited. "She came all by herself? What does she want with you? Is she here in Britain looking for you to be her guide?"
Seeing how nervous she was, Vincent stopped teasing her. "Let's talk about cooperation. I wonder who leaked the information about the Magical Communicator to their family."
Hermione breathed a long sigh of relief. "Oh, I see. Well, you've reached an agreement—never mind, I'd better not ask."
Vincent noticed a fleeting hint of disappointment in her eyes.
Just as he was about to speak, an even stronger aroma of butter wafted over.
Not long after, the Mr. and Mrs. Granger came out of the kitchen together.
Jane held out freshly baked cookies, while Chris carried a pot of freshly brewed fruit tea.
"Vincent, come on, try Auntie's cooking."
"Thank you." Vincent accepted the cookies she offered with both hands.
Jane truly lives up to her reputation as a pastry master; the cookies she makes are golden in color and not overly sweet.
Paired with refreshing fruit tea, it instantly gives you the illusion of a leisurely afternoon.
Vincent closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, and when he opened them again, he was full of praise for Jane's cooking.
"Aunt Jane, we often get to taste your cooking through Hermione at school, and I'm really honored to taste your freshly baked cookies today."
Chris also made fruit tea, which made the two of them smile.
Hermione smiled as she watched the incredibly harmonious scene unfold before her.
Vincent is very attractive, has no bad habits, and has a good temper. Her parents probably won't object.
As she thought about it, her face involuntarily began to burn.
She picked up her cup and took a sip of fruit tea, but the smile on her lips was impossible to hide.
"Vincent, I heard that your family has acquired the Bugatti factory. Is your family finally changing careers?"
"Yes, Uncle Chris, it's getting harder and harder to run a gun shop these days. My dad said that Congress is drafting a gun control bill, which will probably be officially implemented in a few years."
"I've heard about this too. Eric called me a while ago to complain about it."
"Sorry, Uncle Chris, is my dad particularly long-winded?"
"Haha—no, no, we often go out for drinks together on weekends."
Vincent can handle any topic and is an excellent conversationalist; he's a perfect performer.
Hermione looked at him with stars in her eyes and a happy smile on her face.