Vincent could talk for three days and three nights about the most outrageous things that happen in India.
This country always has a mysterious self-confidence, but unfortunately, in reality, they are all talk and no action.
Moreover, they don't treat women as human beings, and they always boast that they are the most democratic country on Earth.
Hermione had never been to India and knew nothing of these inside stories, but she didn't have much affection for this former Britain colony.
If you're traveling to Asia, the University of Tokyo is definitely the top choice.
Vincent perked up when the University of Tokyo was mentioned.
"The 90s..." he said nostalgically, stroking Crookshanks's hairy little belly.
Judging from the style of Tokyo University, the Wizarding World there is probably full of cram schools, maybe even located in the most bustling part of the city center.
Vincent, who was enjoying some beautiful scenery, suddenly straightened up, startling Hermione.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh... I probably won't be able to travel with everyone."
Hermione's brow furrowed instantly, then her chest began to heave violently. "You're banned from leaving the country?"
Vincent nodded helplessly. "Fudge even came up with Eleventh Decree specifically targeting me. I guess it will be temporarily implemented in a few days."
Hermione's eyes were filled with displeasure; she was clearly very angry. "This law has a retroactive effect?"
"Yes, up to January 1, 1995."
Her past worries have come true; she now knows just how shameless the British Ministry of Magic can be.
However, Vincent remained optimistic, saying, "Fudge is probably just trying to scare me. Professor Dumbledore certainly won't back down, and they're going to start taking action in the next few days."
The action against him was nothing more than the Eleventh Decree, which was mainly aimed at Dumbledore.
How should one deal with an internationally renowned, wise, benevolent, and courageous wizard, who is considered the most powerful wizard of our time?
Aside from throwing mud, there's probably nothing else they'll do.
Based on Vincent's understanding of Dumbledore, as long as he remains the headmaster of Hogwarts and can still eat candy every day, even if he is vilified as the greatest villain in human history, Dumbledore will remain indifferent.
Seeing Vincent's nonchalant attitude, Hermione suppressed all her worries and said, "Let's not talk about this. Since we can't go abroad, let's take a good look around the country."
The British Isles still have many tourist attractions: Manchester, brimming with cutting-edge pop culture; Edinburgh, steeped in ancient legends; Cambridge, imbued with academic atmosphere; and Dublin, steeped in history...
Even at dinner time, the two were still enthusiastically discussing major cities in China.
At 10 p. m., the Granger family, who were visiting, had to go home.
The Wayne couple warmly invited them to stay, and since Manchester is quite far from London, the Granger family decided to stay as well.
Vincent and Hermione went upstairs to tidy up the rooms. There were empty rooms on the second and third floors, but they hadn't been cleaned in a long time.
Sam's former room has been turned into a storage room, filled with alchemical tools that Vincent created in a moment of inspiration.
Items like extendable vegetable baskets, self-cleaning crucibles, weather-synchronized clothes drying racks, and walking slippers are all very down-to-earth little gadgets.
Hermione chose another empty room next to Vincent's room. Although there were some miscellaneous items inside, it was generally clean and tidy.
Since both of their parents are alive, it's better for them to sleep separately.
After tidying up the room and taking a shower, Hermione changed into Vincent's Blue Fatty pajamas.
As night deepened, Vincent reluctantly left her room.
As he closed the door, Hermione winked playfully.
Around 1 a. m., she indeed quietly entered Vincent's room.
It's not like we're young people who've just started dating. How can we be asleep at this hour?
Besides, they were used to going out at night at school, and now they were full of energy, so body language could express their inner feelings better than words.
As dawn approached, the two finally fell asleep in each other's arms.
At 8 a. m., the two mothers were preparing breakfast.
The two fathers sat at the dining table reading the newspaper. Perhaps today's Daily Prophet was a bit sensational, because they occasionally let out a gasp of surprise.
"Strange..." Evelyn placed the freshly fried eggs on the table, glanced at the clock on the wall, and then looked at the stairwell.
Vincent is usually up and exercising by this time. Is it because of summer vacation?
"Hmm..." She came upstairs with her eyes half-closed, a faint smile on her face.
"Knock knock—"
I knocked several times but no one answered the door. It's very suspicious.
"Baby, are you awake?"
There seemed to be no movement inside the room, and just as Evelyn was about to open the door, Vincent's voice finally came through.
"Mom? I just woke up and I'm not dressed yet."
No clothes on? When did her precious son develop the habit of sleeping naked?
A moment later, Vincent's voice rang out again, "You can come in now, Mom."
Evelyn's smile vanished, and she glanced around the room with lightning speed the moment she opened the door.
Vincent sat on the bed in his pajamas, looking no different than usual. "Is breakfast ready? I'll be right down."
Although he acted normally, Evelyn noticed something amiss from the bulging summer blanket on the bed.
There was also a pink slipper peeking out from under the bed; the slippers she gave Hermione last night were also pink.
"Mom?" Vincent casually got up and came to her side. "Is something wrong?"
Evelyn's lips curled up slightly. "It's nothing. Hermione isn't up yet, is she? You can go and wake her up later. I won't go over."
"Okay." Vincent naturally saw her out of the room and then closed the door behind him.
Then he went back to bed. "You heard that, didn't you? My mom told me to wake you up."
The bulging summer quilt was turned over a few times, revealing a clump of messy brown hair.
Vincent carefully lifted the blanket little by little, then with a wicked grin, he yanked it off.
"Ah—" Hermione screamed from under the covers, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
Vincent stared intently, and she quickly covered her upper body in embarrassment.
"Bad guy!"
"Thank you." Vincent reached out with some regret to the foot of the bed, picked up the Blue Fatty pajamas, and handed them over.
Hermione gave a soft hum and boldly opened her arms, gesturing for him to dress her.
If their parents hadn't been downstairs, Vincent would have insisted on having an overtime game.
He gently dressed Hermione and then carefully tidied her messy hair.
"Alright, let's go downstairs for breakfast."
"Um."
After washing up, the two came to the dining table and both keenly noticed the meaningful look in the Wayne's eyes.
Hermione sat down on her parents' side with her face burning, Vincent also sat down, trying to appear calm.
As soon as he picked up a slice of toast, Eric quietly gave him a thumbs up.
Most people would be extremely embarrassed when their parents find out, but Vincent is not an ordinary person.
His mental fortitude was so strong that even Eric, who was used to seeing all sorts of things, couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.