After leaving the Greek Ministry of Magic, Vincent and Hermione, seeing that it was still early, returned to Athens to have a good look around.
Travel along the Corinth Canal to the picturesque town of Nafplio in the Peloponnese Peninsula, then catch a glimpse of the Mycenae from afar, before arriving at the Theatre of Epidaurus at the Epidaurus.
Athens truly deserves its reputation as the cradle of Western civilization; every place here boasts thousands of years of history.
The two, feeling a bit tired from walking around, entered a huge semi-circular open-air theater surrounded by lush greenery and sat on seats carved out of the rock, resembling steps.
Vincent took out a box of strawberry ice cream he had just bought in town.
Thanks to the magic of preservation, the ice cream didn't melt at all.
He first scooped half a spoonful for Hermione.
How does it taste?
"It's incredibly delicious!"
On a hot summer day, a bite of icy cold ice cream feels like holding the whole summer in your hands.
Vincent scooped himself a spoonful.
Fresh strawberries are indeed delicious, and the ice cream, which hasn't been hardened, has a soft, delicate, smooth, and creamy texture.
And so they took turns spooning, one spoonful at a time, quietly watching the tourists below take photos.
As she gazed at him, Hermione suddenly turned and quietly looked at Vincent.
She gently swiped the Magical Communicator on her wrist and secretly took a picture of him.
Seeing that he didn't seem to notice, she secretly took a few more pictures, her face beaming with delight.
She turned slightly to the side, carefully raised her hand, and pointed the Magical Communicator at her face and his profile.
After the photo was taken, she looked back nervously.
Vincent still didn't seem to notice. Satisfied, she turned off the camera, a smug smile on her lips, and gently rested her head on his shoulder.
Which country are we going to tomorrow?
"Denmark and Finland, I guess." Vincent finished the last bite of his ice cream.
Hermione stared longingly at the empty box, then suddenly realized something.
"You noticed I was secretly taking pictures of you a long time ago?"
Vincent patted her head gently. "Come on, I upgraded your Magical Communicator myself. How could I not have noticed?"
Hermione pouted slightly. "It must be because my movements were too exaggerated."
Actually, he noticed it from the beginning, but since it was rare to see his girlfriend's cute side, he pretended not to notice it the whole time.
She looks quite cute now with her little pout.
Vincent activated the camera function on the Magical Communicator he wore on his wrist, and before she could even react, he openly took a picture.
Hermione puffed out her cheeks. "Why are you taking pictures of me without my permission?"
"I didn't," Vincent, shaking his wrist slightly. "This was a perfectly legitimate bid."
He took several more pictures, which angered Hermione so much that she reached out her little hand to snatch the Magical Communicator from his wrist.
Vincent was caught off guard and was pushed down onto the stone steps by her.
The two locked eyes, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air around them.
Hermione sat up, her face flushed, and glanced Winky at the tourists around her.
Fortunately, no one noticed, especially since it happened in public.
Seeing that she was no longer shy, Vincent also sat up.
He didn't seem embarrassed at all; instead, he grinned mischievously and leaned close to her ear, asking, "Should we go back to the hotel?"
A blush spread from her ears to her neck.
She lowered her head and subconsciously gave a soft "hmm".
But soon, her eyes widened and she put her little hands in front of her body protectively. "You... are you going to do something to me?"
Vincent raised his hand, which was covered by Magical Communicator, and blinked innocently at her. "No, you're thinking the wrong thing."
Hermione finally realized that she had just been secretly photographed again.
They always bully her; they're really mean.
Those photos must be really ugly; I have to find a way to delete them.
Her bright eyes sparkled, and she suddenly put her little hand on Vincent's shoulder.
He was taken aback. "Uh... you're angry?"
Hermione shook her head, leaned closer to him, and gently blew a breath into his ear.
Vincent shuddered.
Something's not right; his girlfriend wouldn't be this proactive.
Hermione's rosy lips brushed against his ear, "You seem to have gone a bit too far lately."
"Uh...actually I..." Vincent had barely opened his mouth when she pressed him down onto the stone steps again.
Hermione's small hand rested gently on his strong chest.
She looked down at him, her eyes full of cunning. "Mr. Wayne, doing too many bad things will be punished, you know."
Vincent tried to sit up, but her other small hand held him down firmly.
Before he could react, the Magical Communicator on his wrist had been removed.
Hermione waved her little hand triumphantly, "You didn't get the wrong idea, did you?"
I got teased again.
Vincent sat up, she got up and went up the stone steps.
"Mr. Wayne, are you going to pursue me?"
Without saying a word, he chased after them.
Hermione hadn't run more than a few steps when he hugged her tightly from behind.
She didn't resist. "Isn't your way of pursuing girls too rough?"
Vincent gently released her, "I was just afraid you'd fall."
Despite being intact for over 2,500 years, the stone steps of the Theatre of Epidaurus are now pitted and uneven.
Hermione is still wearing high heels, and she could easily fall if she runs too fast.
Vincent's thoughtfulness warmed her heart.
She turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."
She bent down and put the Magical Communicator back on his wrist.
"I'm returning the items to you, but you absolutely must not let anyone see the photos inside."
Vincent reached out and tidied her slightly disheveled long hair. "Don't worry, I wouldn't want anyone else to see you at your cutest."
Hermione smiled and took his arm. "Let's go back to the hotel later. I want to see Mykonos."
Mykonos is a small island in the Greece Aegean Sea. Surrounded by the sea, it boasts stunning scenery and is known by tourists as "the island closest to paradise."
Vincent looked up at the sky. "It's almost evening..."
Seeing Hermione pout slightly, he immediately changed his mind and said, "Going over there to watch the sunset is quite nice, let's go."
Even if there are no blue skies and white clouds, there are still rosy clouds filling the sky.
The two quickly left the Theatre of Epidaurus, and then appeared in Apparition on a beach.
In ancient Greece mythology, the Aegean Sea was the site of a holy war between Zeus and the Titans.
The Giant of one of the defeated Titans fell into the sea and formed the Mykonos.
Hermione took off her high heels and walked barefoot on the beach.
The soft sand feels like a baby's skin, delicate and warm.
She turned to look at Vincent, who was squatting down behind her and rolling up his trouser legs. "Are you done yet?"
"Almost there." Vincent took off his shoes and jogged over.
The two held hands tightly and strolled together on the beach.
The waves gently lapped at my feet, and the distant azure sea gradually turned orange-red.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the two embraced and kissed face to face, and did not separate until night fell.