Two days later,
January 28, Haneda International Airport.
A burgundy GT-R was parked in front of the terminal.
Rinne, in the driver's seat, handed a small black notebook to the staff.
After carefully examining the pass for a few moments, he returned it.
"This way, Miss Jingu."
With one foot on the gas pedal, the car drove straight toward the airport runway.
Vincent, understood Mie's concerns.
The Shingu Family may not be considered extremely powerful in Muggle society, but they are certainly among the very top tier.
If left to develop unchecked, they will eventually become a behemoth in the Wizarding World.
"Rinne, are you interested in becoming the Minister of Ministry of Magic?"
Hermione in the back seat perked up her ears and leaned forward slightly.
"This location is too troublesome, I have no interest in it."
"Is that so? It is indeed quite troublesome."
Rinne stepped on the brakes and stopped in front of her private jet.
She reached out and opened the car door, then suddenly slammed it shut.
"By the way, what was the magic you used to blow up the yacht that day?"
Vincent glanced at the back seat.
Hermione goes without saying, and Daphne is just as curious as a baby.
Takuma did not release the examination report of the wreckage to the public; the matter of Dark Magic was known only to the Ministry of Magic and a very small number of people.
Even fewer things could be connected to him.
"Blasting Curse".
There was nothing to hide.
After a brief moment of surprise, Rinne opened the car door again.
Hermione loosened her clenched hands in the back seat, and Daphne next to her was not surprised at all.
The Greengrass Family does not reject Dark Magic, especially since the "Blessing of Life" that breaks the Blood Curse is essentially a forbidden form of Dark Magic.
Vincent got out of the car and opened the door for them, then went to the trunk to get his own suitcase.
Hermione shook her head and got out of the car with Daphne.
They each carried their own luggage.
Daphne leaned closer and whispered a few words to her.
Six Toyota Century cars drove in one after another at this time.
"So it really does have more to do than just the bad..."
Hermione, who had been muttering to herself, returned to normal and looked at Vincent was talking to Rinne.
"Do you remember that witchcraft-vampire on the yacht last summer?"
"You found him later?"
Vincent lowered his voice, "He was the one who contacted you before."
Rinne was filled with countless questions at that moment.
Why are they associated with Wizards' Purity Party?
Who exactly is that vampire?
Does Dumbledore know this?
He will contact you again.
Vincent turned around and met Hermione's slightly guilty big eyes.
This kind of reaction suggests that she no longer cares.
If things go smoothly in the future, Rinne should be able to replace Hayahiko as the head of the Shingu Family after graduation.
Find a suitable time to subtly reveal this to the Greengrass Family.
Then, after confirming the attitudes of the Vida and Rosier Family, they could finally claim to have their own power.
Moreover, the Owl Court has great potential, with fresh blood being added every year.
The complete breaking of the International Statute of Secrecy is no longer a distant dream.
Vincent's good mood vanished instantly upon seeing Dumbledore out of the car with a smile on his face.
With such a powerful figure around, even if he does become the third Dark Lord in the future, he will still be removed from office if he doesn't follow the rules.
Grindelwald is still alive; at worst, he can go to Nurmengard to lay low for a while.
"What mischief are you up to now?"
He looked down, smiling but saying nothing as he gazed at Hermione.
A glance confirms it: someone is about to be plotted against.
She first prayed silently for the victim for three seconds, then went up to Rinne.
Despite their initial strained relationship, they are now friends.
The same goes for Daphne.
"Mr. Jingu, it's getting late." Dumbledore looked over as if sensing something.
Vincent didn't even pretend; it was obvious he was after him.
Hayahiko followed his gaze and said, "Sir, shall we escort you to your boarding gate?"
Dumbledore's gaze suddenly turned somewhat strange. "No need to be so polite."
Because those big eyes were also directed at him.
"It has been many years since I have ridden Muggle's vehicle, Mr. Jingu. I will cherish this brief but precious time."
"I must thank you for gracing us with your presence." Hayahiko looked back with some confusion.
Unfortunately, we could only see Vincent's back.
As Dumbledore passed Rinne, he smiled at her.
If I'm not mistaken, this is one of the crew members of the third Dark Lord.
He had originally planned to sit at the very back, but unfortunately, that spot was already taken.
Kenny and Jennifer sat quietly.
It's so good to be young.
Not only were the young couple behaving very well, but James, who dared to drink cocktails when he arrived, was also acting like a good boy.
Lady Rinne's private jet first landed in New York, where she had a quick American fast food meal near the airport before flying directly to London's Heathrow Airport.
Dumbledore very popular.
Especially for children.
"Sir, are you Gandalf?"
Vincent turned bright red.
If the long white beard weren't tied up, you couldn't say it's the same person; you could only say they look exactly alike.
"Hush—The Ring of Power in Middle-earth has been lost, and I'm going to fly there to find it."
The children were gossiping quietly.
Before patiently answering their questions, Dumbledore winked playfully at Vincent.
After satisfying the children's curiosity, it was time to board the plane.
"Professor, we are about to set off to find the One Ring."
"Let's go, hopefully we can find it soon."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Vincent's curiosity was piqued.
"Professor, is the Lord of the Rings real?"
"In a sense, yes, but it can only control one person, and not even completely."
"Tom?"
Dumbledore, smiling without saying a word, walked up the airplane stairs.
"Wayne, are you here to say goodbye?" Kenny raised his big face slightly.
Vincent stopped walking. "I hope you can visit Britain next time, Jennifer."
Hey! Do you still want your Snakewood?!
He waved to the two men with his back to them and strode up the suspended stairs.
"Tch!" Kenny muttered as he turned around.
"Jennifer, how about we go to France this summer?"
"Huh? Is this a good idea?"
"What's wrong with it?"
Vincent went straight to the very back.
Hermione and Daphne were sitting in front of them.
They both turned their heads away, but they didn't manage to overhear a single word.
All the entertainment and leisure facilities were behind the door between the two of them, and the seven people in front of them had completely given up hope.
Shortly after takeoff, Vincent suddenly stood up.
He stretched and then opened the door to walk into the entertainment area.
The principal was sitting right next to him; he was no longer just a nobody.
This is social anxiety, social terrorism.
"Professor—" Hermione timidly peeked her little head out of the aisle.
"Can we go in too?"
"Sure."
It seems there will soon be another one.