The birth of the Magical Base Station foreshadows a dangerous future for Vincent.
The world is not just Britain, and he alone cannot change the world.
Hermione was deeply attracted by the confidence he displayed.
When exactly did that increasingly powerful aura, as if everything was under control, begin to appear?
From the emergence of groundbreaking Alchemical Item?
From becoming a representative of Britain youth at Wizengamot?
From acquiring shares in Hogwarts?
How did he defeat 16-year-old Tom Riddle?
From winning the annual Quidditch school championship?
From the invention of Gwent?
No, that's not it.
That was probably the feeling Vincent gave her from their very first meeting.
Therefore, he acted without restraint because he firmly believed in his ability to do it and resolutely moved forward on this path.
Hermione recalled those wonderful memories from years past, and her lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile.
"Thank you, Vincent." Her voice was soft, but full of emotion.
Vincent seemed not to hear him. "And you? How's your Patronus Charm practice going?"
"I feel like I'm missing a catalyst."
He recalled his time in Nurmengard.
Grindelwald's teachings were simple and direct: infuse your fondest memories into your Patronus Charm.
Is it because the level is not high enough?
Vincent waved his wand, "Expecto Patronum— "
A pale golden Suanni Patronus flew from the tip of the staff and nestled quietly at his feet, letting the small fireworks that had been summoned along with it explode.
Think about the memories that truly bring you joy.
Hermione murmured to herself, "The memories that truly made me happy..."
She waved her wand, summoning a ball of silver light.
My first time going out at night with Vincent?
Although I was on tenterhooks the whole time, the fact that he broke the school rules with me and that I got to eat the tomato and egg noodles he made myself made it a happy memory.
Then there's the predecessor of the Owl Court Club, the Dueling Club?
If you think about it carefully, it seems that she took the initiative to go up to me, and she also gave way to me.
Next up is the first Flying Class?
She can still clearly remember the "hogwarts" trail left by the flying broom.
Besides...
There are so many happy memories, too many to count.
As Hermione's lips curled up, more and more cracks appeared on the surface of the silver orb.
A beam of light shone through the gap, and soon a second and a third beam appeared.
Finally, it shattered like an eggshell about to hatch.
The Suanni Patronus was lying down staring blankly at the fireworks, raised its big head, seemingly expecting something to happen.
A blinding flash of light appeared, and a silver fledgling perched on the tip of Hermione's staff.
Its body is only the size of a fist, but its tail feathers hang down long.
"A peacock?" Vincent's expression was somewhat strange.
In general, the form of Patronus is closely related to the inner world of a wizard.
The fledgling suddenly raised its little head and slowly spread its tail feathers, as if giving him an affirmative answer.
The beautiful tail feathers, as beautiful as fireworks, instantly stunned the Suanni Patronus.
The little Peacock Patronus flapped its wings and landed in front of it, standing proudly.
"This...this isn't..." Hermione stammered, flustered. "I mean it...my Patronus should just be..."
Vincent shrugged. "Actually, you don't need to explain."
He craves attention, especially from him.
Hermione's face turned bright red with anxiety. "I didn't! It just did it on its own..."
The little Peacock Patronus moved aside, showing off its beautiful tail feathers to the Suanni Patronus.
Vincent suppressed a laugh, "Your Patronus is quite vain."
"It's all because—" Hermione hurriedly shut her mouth.
I almost let it slip.
In any case, her Patronus finally has a physical form, making it better able to deal with Dementors.
Keep in mind that this is the Scottish Highlands, and the commotion just now might have attracted them.
She's quite cute when she's shy, Vincent thought.
What's next?
"I plan to further optimize the Magical Base Station."
"Then I'll help too."
"Aren't you going to study?"
"No, thank you."
When the Hogwarts students woke up in the morning, the two had already spent more than twenty days in the Scottish Highlands.
The little Peacock Patronus has grown up; now, not counting its tail feathers, it's as long as an arm.
The optimization of the Magical Base Station is also progressing smoothly, with a coverage area of 3 kilometers and the ability to maintain normal operation for a week.
After the morning classes ended, Vincent and Hermione simultaneously activated the Time-Turner.
The target is the fifth greenhouse outside the castle, where fourth-grade Herbology.
Sprout walked into the classroom and began his lecture as usual, seemingly unaware of the two people hiding under the Disillusionment Charm.
Hermione was on tenterhooks the whole time, and didn't even dare to take notes, afraid that her writing movements would be too big.
Vincent, on the other hand, was scribbling notes away, completely unconcerned about being discovered.
After class.
Here, take it.
Hermione stared blankly as she took the notebook Vincent handed her.
"You must not have been paying attention just now, right? If you'd like, we can go back and have the Herbology again."
"No need to bother." She playfully waved the notebook in her hand. "This is enough."
Next up is the fourth-grade Charms class.
Hermione heard a soft "whooshing" sound in her ear and gradually relaxed.
Like McGonagall, Flitwick's classes typically consist of half a class on theoretical knowledge and the other half on practical application.
Closing his notebook, Vincent turned his attention to the fourth-grade students.
"Red Sparks" is a magic spell similar to a signal flare.
It's not limited to red; it's just that this magic is used for marking purposes, so choosing red will make it more noticeable.
If you change it to green, you can shout out another spell while silently casting it...
Vincent opened his notebook and wrote down a small line, "Effectively confuse the enemy."
Of course, if this magic could be cast instantly, I'm sure Fred and George would set it off like fireworks all the time.
Upon seeing the next line of small print that read "Party Master's Must-Learn Spells," he finally turned his attention back to the fourth-grade students.
Only three people were able to immediately unleash the Red Sparks in class, which suggests that this spell is quite difficult to learn.
After class, I went to the Club Room.
Vincent successfully fired Red Sparks from the tip of his staff on his first attempt.
It was quite large, but thankfully it dissipated automatically after hitting the ceiling.
Hermione tried it too, and the spark was a size smaller than his.
It turns out it wasn't because of the high difficulty.
The fourth-grade curriculum is easy, but what about the fifth-grade curriculum?
In the afternoon, in the back row of the Transfiguration classroom.
Fred and George felt a chill run down their spines, as if something unseen was playing tricks on them.
Hermione, who was standing behind the two, already knew that Vincent was behind it all.
She smiled, then lowered her head and continued writing her notes diligently.