Vincent turned the telescope back into a ring.
Hermione and Daphne got up to help him pack his things.
If we wait any longer, we probably won't see anything, and Hogwarts is quite far from London.
How do we get back?
"Bus No. 11".
After a moment's thought, the two little witches rolled their eyes at Vincent.
Walk back?
It might not even be possible before dawn.
"Just kidding, of course I'm going home to settle accounts with Sam." Vincent looked down from the edge of the tower.
He will not Side-Along Apparition yet, so he can only go down using traditional methods.
He cast Cushioning Charm on each of the three with his Ebony wand, then Apparition into a window below with his briefcase.
The room was filled with precious works of art; it must have been the church's collection room.
He opened the window and leaned half his body out to wave upwards.
Hermione recalls the attack by Jormungandr earlier.
She nodded to Daphne, then jumped without any hesitation.
Vincent carried her in steadily.
When she leaned out of the window again, Daphne, who was sitting on the edge of the tower, pulled hard with her little hand and fell down.
The location is a little off to the side, but it's not a big problem.
Extend your arms a little further, and you can just wrap them horizontally around your legs and shoulders.
Close the window and light the magic wand.
They all seemed to have this little bit of shyness, and silently followed behind him as they left the church.
I wasn't embarrassed, but I felt really uncomfortable.
Vincent stood on the side of the road and waved to an oncoming taxi.
He sat in the passenger seat and said, "Uncle, we need to go to Oxford Street."
The driver, a middle-aged man, glanced at the two little witches with their heads down in the rearview mirror.
"No problem, child."
Westminster Abbey is not far from central London; it takes less than 20 minutes to reach the destination.
Vincent got off on the bustling Oxford Street and handed the driver a £10 note.
After putting away the change, he noticed that both little witches were captivated by the dazzling array of shops on the street.
The moment their eyes met, they seemed to become even more shy.
"Since we're already here, why don't we take a look around?"
Hermione and Daphne were tempted, but in the end they both hesitated and shook their heads.
Vincent didn't say anything, he just walked into a toy store.
He was silent when he was outside, but came in with a little excitement.
"We'll pay you back when we get back to school."
It's still a Blue Fatty and a Hello Kitty.
Their dorm room must be full of dolls.
While browsing in an ice cream shop, Vincent bought three ice creams.
London wasn't hot in early May, but the two little witches loved it.
Hermione bought some ink and notebooks at the stationery store, Daphne bought a few small trinkets at the jewelry store.
The prices are all low, less expensive than a bowl of curry rice.
Seemingly sensing Vincent's impatience, they all began to show signs of losing interest.
As you walk, you arrive at Building 139, located at the end of the street.
Two tall men in black suits, sunglasses, and red ties stood at the door.
When they saw Vincent, they very automatically opened the door and even shouted "Master Wayne!"
Hermione tilted her head and teased, "Young Master Wayne, when did you hire two wizard bodyguards?"
"The one on the left is the Night Wraith, and the one on the right is the Dream Killer."
Daphne's gaze fell on Vincent's arm.
If I remember correctly, neither he nor Sam had the scars from their vows.
"Let's go in first and talk about it later."
Evelyn sat on the first floor watching TV.
She wasn't surprised that her son suddenly brought a female classmate home; Sam, who came back first, must have said something.
"Welcome!" she said warmly.
The two little witches, who had been obediently pulled to sit down by her, became shy again.
Vincent suddenly remembered a story:
A woman is getting married for the ninth time.
He walked upstairs with a murderous aura.
Sam's room was right next to his.
This guy was lying on the bed, playing a Famicom game with a controller.
Just as I entered, the little black-cloaked figure on the TV had just been killed by a monster.
"A generous gift of crabs!" Sam was so startled that he dropped the controller.
"Don't you know how to knock?"
"You didn't close the door." Vincent turned off the TV. "And besides, this is my house."
"I know, you're my boss, and I'm your employee." Sam pursed his lips and sat up.
"Going back to school, right? I'll take you back now."
He acted as if nothing had happened.
Vincent can be very generous at times, but also very stingy at others.
Abandoning three children on top of a tower—is that something an adult would do?
Sam was scolded with a sour face.
This familiar feeling was as if I had returned to the Magical Congress, as if I had seen Bradley.
"You're such a grown man, can't you be a little more responsible?!"
About half an hour later, he reluctantly followed Vincent downstairs.
Evelyn is very talkative and gets along very well with Hermione.
Daphne's attitude towards him changed upon their first meeting.
She seemed more curious about the Muggle world.
"Cough cough—"
They were chatting enthusiastically when Vincent had to keep coughing.
"Baby, are you sick?" Evelyn reached out and touched his forehead.
"Your dorm is in the tower, so remember to make sure you're covered up properly at night."
Sam was trying not to laugh.
Food chains are real.
The more glamorous he was upstairs just now, the more embarrassed he is now in front of the two little witches.
"Mom, I'm perfectly healthy," Vincent with a pained expression.
"I see. Then remember to be careful on your way back..."
Like mothers all over the world, Evelyn gave her son a lot of advice.
"Go back to school and get some rest, okay?"
"Know."
"Remember to take care of your classmates on the way, and don't lose them while walking."
"Definitely not."
"Alright, it's getting late." Evelyn Vincent a mysterious smile.
"Hermione, Daphne, you're welcome to come anytime during the summer if you're free."
"Okay, Auntie." The two little witches both laughed happily.
Vincent had just outmaneuvered the British Ministry of Magic and was known as the school bully, was now firmly under their control.
Scenes like this are probably something you'll only see a few times in your lifetime.
As they walked through the secret passage of the Honeydukes's cellar, they were still thinking about his behavior just now.
She was so well-behaved and obedient, completely overturning my previous impression of her.
"Ouch—" Vincent turned around and stared intently at them.
They were definitely saying something about him in their hearts.
"Hurry up, it's almost curfew!" Hermione urged impatiently, clutching her Blue Fatty plushie.
"It's 10 p. m. now, we still have plenty of time."
This little girl changes her mind faster than turning the pages of a book.
She used to be shy about touching his hand during the day, but now she doesn't blush at all when she takes his hand.
Daphne, clutching her Hello Kitty plush toy, naturally quickened her pace, "Wait for me!"
The secret passage became steeper as it went up, and she didn't have the physical strength of the two of them.
Vincent remembered his mother, Evelyn's, words of advice.
He wasn't there to take care of them; he'd already returned to the castle.