While Hermione was engrossed in finishing her work, a burgundy GT-R sped along the highway toward Bristol city centre.
Inside the car, Rinne held the steering wheel with her right hand and a travel guide in her left, only occasionally glancing at the road ahead.
The rebuilt St. Nicholas Church retains its medieval style, and the art collection inside was a feast for her eyes.
Where should we go next?
Graffiti Street?
Since it's on my way, let's go take a look.
As she floored the accelerator, the burgundy GT-R sped towards the city center like lightning.
Meanwhile, Hermione on Graffiti Street is quickly finishing her artwork.
"Vincent, I want gold."
A bottle of gold spray paint slowly floated to her.
This place is quite remote, and there aren't many buildings around.
However, even if someone passes by, Vincent's current level of magic allows him to cast the Confundus Charm silently and without a wand.
Hermione, standing on his shoulder, also used some simple Wandless Magic when painting, mainly to precisely control the landing point of the spray paint and prevent it from splashing everywhere.
If she didn't do that, she might keep drawing until tomorrow morning.
"Could you please move a little to the left?"
Based on her memory of the scene, the upper body of a blond boy in sportswear was drawn with his back to her.
Then there was his raised hand, and the small dried fish he was holding.
Soon, a round, plump outline appeared.
It was an owl, flapping its wings vigorously, trying to fly up and snatch the dried fish.
Hermione bent down and drew the boy's lower body while he was sitting.
As she was drawing, she simply sat on Vincent's shoulders.
"Metallic gray".
The pure black background is painted with metallic gray from bottom to top, and the simple black lines are outlined in a slightly blurry way, but you can vaguely tell that it is a compartment in a train.
Hermione sat on Vincent's shoulders again.
Perhaps she was too focused on it, because she didn't notice that her gauze dress was covering his face.
Her painting was nearing completion; she only needed to add some details and finish the bottom part.
Vincent view was blocked, really wanted to point out the problem with her skirt.
The fresh scent of orange perfume wafting through the nose, combined with the soft touch on the back of the head, is irresistible to any normal man.
But it's too embarrassing to say it out loud; "social cow" and "straight man" are two completely different concepts.
Fortunately, this painful yet pleasurable torment didn't last too long.
"Vincent, you can put me down now."
Thanks to Merlin's favor, he placed his hands on Hermione's slender waist, lifted her up slightly, and then lowered his head to hold her sideways in his arms.
Vincent hugged her and half-squatted down, saying, "The ground is dirty, put your shoes on first."
"Mmm." Hermione blushed and picked up her high heels from the floor.
Although the posture is a bit awkward, it's quite convenient to put on.
She stood on the ground, noticed Vincent's slightly disheveled hair, and suddenly seemed to realize something, becoming even more shy.
"Sorry, I didn't notice..."
Vincent gently placed his hand on her little head. "Now we're even."
Hermione gazed into his incredibly clear, deep blue eyes and instinctively tiptoed closer to him.
"Don't move, let me help you tidy up."
Vincent's embarrassment vanished instantly.
He lowered his hands and bent down to let her fix his hair.
Having a girlfriend who completely ignores the outside world when she gets serious is actually quite nice; at least it proves that she is pure of heart.
"Alright."
Vincent stood up straight, feeling a little guilty, and looked at her graffiti artwork that was about to be completed.
Gu Gu wasn't this chubby before he enrolled in school, was he? And his shoulders weren't this broad back then either.
Hermione's expectant eyes were fixed on his face.
"A perfect score!"
Vincent gave her a thumbs-up, then beckoned with his finger to the brown spray paint on the ground.
"Leave the rest to me."
There was still a third of space left on the wall, and he drew a furry head based on the image in his memory.
Hermione gazed longingly at the silhouette he was slowly sketching out.
Her long, brown hair looked a little messy, and she wore a Hogwarts freshman's robe. This was her own back view.
She came into the cubicle to help Neville find Leif, and then a minor, unpleasant conflict ensued.
Looking back on this experience now, she realizes that she was really unpopular back then.
If Vincent hadn't been so good-natured and hadn't held it against her, she probably would have been isolated at school.
"Thank you, thank you for appearing in my world."
Vincent stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her. "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
Hermione's face was beaming with happiness as she hugged him tightly from behind.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to say thank you."
"Okay." Vincent continued working on his piece.
Hermione hugged him from behind the whole time, her bright eyes occasionally shifting from the graffiti to his serious profile.
Only when he started to squat down and paint did she reluctantly let go of his hand.
About five minutes later, the entire graffiti artwork was completely finished.
Vincent finally drew his Magical Runes in the lower right corner with black spray paint, "?".
Then he turned and handed the spray paint to Hermione, "You can leave your name here too."
She took the spray paint, thought about it carefully, and then switched to a white one.
One black and one white, two overlapping "?".
Vincent was slightly surprised, but he understood what she meant.
No matter what he does in the future, she hopes he can take her with him.
This is a wish, a wish that is not difficult to fulfill.
Vincent took her hand. "We'll always be together."
Hermione took the initiative to open her fingers and intertwine them with his. "Yes, we will always be together."
The two didn't linger for long before quickly cleaning up the various spray paints scattered on the ground.
Vincent, holding the suitcase in both hands, said, "Let's go ride in a hot air balloon."
Hermione hooked her little hand around his arm. "Isn't the Bristol Hot Air Balloon Festival in August?"
"I have money to burn too, okay?"
Hermione tightened her grip on his arm. "Let's not. Rinne's family is one of the wealthiest in Japan. How about we go for a drive?"
Vincent is, after all, a Wayne, so he should be able to be willful when the time comes.
"Don't worry, my card belongs to my dad. He told me not to be polite with him and that I can use it however I want."
"Oh well."
Eric, far away on Oxford Street, was cleaning his gun when he suddenly sneezed loudly.
Vincent and Hermione finalized their plans and, before leaving, each cast a small, permanent protective spell on the entire graffiti.
Not to mention paint and pigments, even the smallest speck of dust won't stick.
The Ministry of Magic probably won't bother with such a small matter, and Muggle will just consider it a special kind of spray paint.
Without the wizard's deliberate vandalism, this graffiti would have remained forever on the wall of this single-story cottage.