As December arrived, Vincent received an increasing number of letters from overseas.
Devin has gone to France and, with the help of his aunt Vida, has exchanged two shops in commercial locations in the Wizarding World.
The Gwent store is located in the central area, and there are also factories near the edge.
The company has been registered and is currently recruiting staff.
Across the Pacific Ocean, Kenny, who was about to graduate from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, also received a letter.
He warmly invited the Wayne family to spend Christmas in Japan.
Subtext: Jingu Lady Rinne has chartered a private jet; hurry up and bring your family and friends to enjoy a lavish meal.
It's not hot in Tokyo right now, Vincent really has no intention of going there.
The most fun place in Ginza is Kabukicho, but unfortunately minors can't go in.
I'd rather skip the hot springs; I'm not going to take a mixed-gender bath anyway.
But, but...
Sam, a senior Auror from the Magical Congress, has been sending a letter almost every day lately.
Spring is almost here, and it's time for Furaikan to come out and cool off again.
The people of America are suffering terribly, how can the recipients of the Magic Congressional Medal of Honor remain indifferent!
Crossing continents by Apparition back and forth is too tiring; let's deliver the goods to an island nation in the Pacific Ocean instead.
"Merlin testifies that I had absolutely no other intentions—"
After writing two replies, Vincent handed them to Gugu, who had clearly lost Gu Gu.
"Gu Gu!"
"Come on, you've already been to the English Channel. A little further up is the Atlantic Ocean, and a little further up is the Pacific Ocean."
Gu Gu leaned forward and pecked at the back of his hand.
"Um—I'll bring you some snacks on the way?"
"Gu Gu! Gu Gu! Gu Gu Gu..."
It appears to be reporting a type of newspaper.
"Stop, isn't this too much?"
"Gurgle!"
"Okay, okay, I'll go prepare it in a bit."
Holding a long list, Vincent borrowed the Marauder's Map from Fred and sneaked up to the third floor right under Snape's nose.
As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome.
Neither sacred, nor Roman, nor imperial...
Ahem—the secret passages leading to Hogsmeade are certainly not limited to the one on the fourth floor that has been blocked.
He stood before a One-Eyed Witch Statue, drew his wand, tapped it, and whispered a spell.
"Separate left and right sides—"
The witch statue's hunchback opens up, revealing a stone slide.
Compared to the Chamber of Secrets, this place is significantly more spacious.
The slide doesn't go straight down to the ground; it slopes forward at an angle.
After about 10 minutes, Vincent reached the bottom of a set of stone steps.
The wand lightly tapped the legs, making them ten centimeters longer, before pointing at the gray-gold hair.
Her long, greasy black hair clung tightly to her face.
The school robe turned into a pitch-black cloak, covering the upper half of the head.
Despite some differences in the details, the outfit itself is enough.
Vin Snape Cent climbed over two hundred stone steps, opened Trapdoor overhead, and entered a cellar that resembled a warehouse.
He walked silently through the stacks of bags of various shaped candies and entered the Honeydukes shop above.
It's not the weekend, and the shop owners, Mr. and Mrs. Flume, are cleaning.
Quietly it appears, quietly it disappears.
Walking down the streets of Hogsmeade, Vincent realized that it had already snowed.
Hogwarts has a constant temperature magic that keeps the temperature constant all day long, so you can wear just your school robes all year round.
Except for the dungeon.
As is customary, he should go to the herbal shop to clean the venom expelled from the adorable creatures.
It's all Snape's fault; now we have to resort to black market dealers.
The channels recommended by the Rosier Family should be considered reliable.
Beside a stream outside the village, there is a very inconspicuous cave.
It was gloomy and damp, like Bat Cave.
The Alder Wand tapped lightly on the outer stone wall.
The Trace detected by the Ministry of Magic, it's unknown who they might send the message to here.
"Homenum Revelio— "
A few faint candlelight illuminated the originally dark cave.
"Welcome—" the voice came from the deepest part.
Vincent walked in with a cold expression.
A fat male wizard appeared before them.
He wore rings on all ten fingers, each set with a different gemstone.
"Honorable guest, is there anything I can do to help you?"
Do you accept or reject items?
A sly glint flashed across the wizard's face. "I will give a reasonable price for anything of value."
"How much is this worth?" Vincent, taking out an ounce of Acromantula Venom.
"Hmm—40 Galleon."
Herbal medicine shops usually charge 80 Galleon, but here they're cutting it in half.
His voice was completely flat. "I have 100 ounces. How much is that worth?"
The fat wizard looked slightly surprised and squinted to examine him carefully for a moment.
A tall man dressed in all black, with greasy long black hair and an extremely impatient and indifferent attitude.
"Let me guess, you must be an employee of Hogwarts."
How much is it worth?
"6600 Galleon".
Vincent tossed over a small cloth bag imbued with Undetectable Extension Charm.
"Click—" The fat male wizard held it firmly in his hand, then opened it to check the quantity.
The bag alone is quite large; no wonder he's a dean-level figure.
His eyes grew brighter and brighter. "Distinguished guest, the origin of these—"
"No problem."
He poured out seven money pouches from a ring, saying, "The extra 400 Galleon is a small token of my appreciation, Ebenezer Bock."
Vincent, standing beneath the cloak, frowned as he caught the money bag.
Bock is one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Although their family currently runs a shop in Knockturn Alley that specializes in Dark Magic items, unusually, none of their members have joined the Death Eaters.
If I remember correctly, the Borgin and Burkes has two owners.
One of them is Caractacus Burk, who is usually referred to as Mr. Borgin.
The man introduced by the Rosier Family is probably another Mr. Burke hasn't appeared for many years.
Revealing her true identity at this time probably means she wants to get something from him.
Instead of counting the amount in the seven money bags, he looked at the other person with great interest.
The rings worn on all ten fingers are all magical artifacts.
The two index fingers, left and right, possess an aura of Dark Magic.
There are three items that are clearly Alchemical Item;
There is one made of Mithril;
One of them was imbued with the Undetectable Extension Charm;
The effect of the remaining two is unclear; they are probably used for either defense or offense.
"Honorable guest, do you have any questions?"
Vincent remained silent, Ebenezer could only see half of his face beneath the cloak.
"Alright, I won't keep you in suspense any longer." He took out a stack of Winky cards from the ring he had been holding.
"Would you be interested in this?"
The gold and silver material, the diamonds reflecting various colors, could only be the hot items on the black market recently, the Wizard Cards from the Black Swan Wizard Card House.
Ebenezer grinned widely. "Honorable guest, you should know what this recent price surge means, right?"
"I don't know." Vincent turned around with a cold smile.
This Mr. Burke is quite cautious.
If it were an ordinary wizard, they might have used the 7,000 Galleon they just spent to buy a few Wizard Cards.
But as the head of Slytherin, he had neither the interest nor the need to.
Once it's confirmed that it's not the person in question, they'll definitely double-cross them.