No one knew about the changes that had befallen the Crouch family, and no one even noticed anything unusual.
Barty Crouch returned to the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon.
He sat at his desk as usual, picked up the documents Percy had prepared, and carefully looked through them.
The Triwizard Tournament, which had been suspended for two centuries, will be held again in the Britain. Coincidentally, it's also during the Quidditch World Cup, making the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Games and Sports the two busiest departments in the Ministry.
Barty Crouch quickly finished reading the information.
Percy compiled the list very thoroughly, not only listing the 10 most likely accidents in the last ten years separately, but also sorting them by frequency.
This is of great reference value for the selection of projects this year and can greatly reduce the workload of Barty Crouch.
Even so, not a trace of joy appeared on his face.
Percy, who had been stealing glances at the office every now and then, looked away.
It seems that to win over this unapproachable boss, I'll have to demonstrate even better work performance.
Percy went to the archives and found all the records for the Triwizard Tournament.
He was busy until the end of the workday in the evening before he finally managed to put together a rough draft.
Barty Crouch saw him busy through the office glass, and opened a document sealed with red beeswax to read it carefully.
This is an internal document concerning the execution of Peter Pettigrew the day after tomorrow.
In order to vent the public's discontent as much as possible, Fudge decided to partner with Wayne Enterprises to broadcast the entire execution process.
Even so, the number of wizards coming to Godric's Hollow will still be considerable.
Those who directly confronted the Death Eaters, in particular, will certainly not be absent.
Barty Crouch looked at it very carefully.
Peter Pettigrew's physical condition is very poor, and he will spend one night at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries before his execution.
Treating the wound is out of the question, but it's still necessary to tidy up one's appearance so that people can recognize who it is.
Barty Crouch's calm gaze suddenly stirred, as if he were plotting something.
At the same time, at London Heathrow Airport, a passenger plane that took off from Modena-Bologna Airport in Italy landed safely.
The Wayne family and the Granger family dragged their luggage out of the airport.
They certainly wouldn't miss Peter Pettigrew's execution; Sirius Black and Harry had already returned ahead of them using the Portkey.
Vincent's birthday is on July 23rd, but nobody has any plans to throw a party, including the most mischievous Fred and George.
After saying goodbye at the airport, the two families went their separate ways home.
Just as Vincent had guessed, there were indeed many letters in the house from all over the world.
The two bodyguards, Night Wraith and Nightmare Killers, thoughtfully categorized them by region, but the sheer number of items that almost filled the entire bed was still quite alarming.
Vincent sat on the floor and took out the birthday presents he had received in advance.
Hermione's gift was exquisitely wrapped, and inside was a handcrafted sterling silver pocket watch.
The case is engraved with golden lion patterns, and the dial is in Magical Runes, "?".
The workmanship is exquisite, and the design perfectly matches his aesthetic.
Although wristwatches are no longer very useful after the advent of Magical Communicator, this pocket watch is clearly more decorative than practical.
Vincent put the pocket watch back in the box, then picked up the largest gift.
It looks big, but it's actually very light.
This feeling of déjà vu...
Sure enough, inside the box was another life-size body pillow, featuring Snape wearing a pink bikini.
Her greasy hair was even tied into two small braids, and her sallow face even had some blush on.
Vincent stuffed the twins' gifts under the bed, immediately losing all interest in unwrapping them.
He got up, sat on the edge of the bed, and picked up the letter to read it.
Most of them are wizarding families or individuals who are not well-informed and want to bypass the Magical Government to cooperate with Wayne Enterprises to develop the Magical Base Station market.
Threatening letters also arrived, probably not from the post office, but from traditional industries facing obsolescence, like wizard radio stations.
The International Alchemy Association also sent a letter, but they didn't mention the Magical Base Station at all. They simply invited Vincent to attend the International Alchemy Exchange Conference next month as a special judge.
Instead of scheming against those old geezers, I'd rather watch English Team play.
At least their show was incredibly entertaining; they won the second round almost without even realizing it, securing a highly coveted semi-final spot.
The last letter was unsigned, Vincent guessed it was probably another threatening letter from some industry.
But when he opened the envelope, there was only an antique-style ring inside.
Its surface has faintly flowing lines of Magical Circuit, and its material is the same silver iron as the Sword of Gryffindor.
There is only one wizard in the entire Wizarding World who can create such top-level Alchemical Item, and that is the legendary France Alchemists and his teacher, Nicolas Flamel.
After more than two years of silence, why would they suddenly send a ring?
Vincent picked it up and examined the Magical Circuit on its surface carefully.
The Magical Runes, and can even be rearranged by injecting mana.
He quickly figured out the function of the ring without much effort.
Unlike the Mithril Briefcase Nicolas Flamel initially gave him, this was a storage ring that had been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm.
Depending on the different Magical Runes, they can be arranged into different Magical Circuit, and they can also be combined to create different magical buffs.
For example, it can enhance the speed of brain thinking, make the body more flexible and agile, greatly improve physical fitness, and even allow one or more magical defensive barriers to be deployed at any time without chanting spells.
Vincent tried them one by one and found that although the ring's buff effect was still quite different from that of top-tier blessing Potions, it could be stacked with Potions and amplification magic to maximize his own attributes in a short period of time.
Why would Nicolas Flamel give him such a divine alchemical ring?
The answer lies in the storage space.
He took out a roll of parchment stored inside; the writing on it was Nicolas Flamel's.
To my apprentice, Vincent Wayne:
It's been a long time since we last met. I've been traveling the world with Perenelle for the past two years.
Even though I'm abroad, I still hear news about you occasionally.
Mass-produced alchemical products are fantastic. Alchemy should be used to benefit wizards, not hidden away by some people under the guise of advanced magical technology, becoming a luxury that is now out of reach for the vast majority of wizards.
I watched the Quidditch World Cup broadcast, and the idea of Magical Base Station was particularly good. But I think your goal is not just to bring Muggle's advanced scientific achievements into the Wizarding World. Perenelle and I are looking forward to your next invention.
By the way, do you like the birthday present I sent you in advance?
This ring is blessed by the Goblin King and can save your life in a critical moment.
I hope you will always be safe and healthy.
"—Your teacher, Nicolas Flamel."
Vincent carefully placed the letter back into the Flamel Ring on his left index finger.
Not only does it possess numerous beneficial effects, but it also has the blessing of the Goblin King.
This antique-looking silver and iron ring is a legendary item on par with the Sword of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw's Diadem, Hufflepuff's Cup, and Slytherin's Serpent Staff.
It seems that Nicolas Flamel, like Grindelwald, has entrusted everything to him.
Vincent picked up the letter from the International Alchemy Association again and stared at its contents in a daze.
Those who conceal Alchemy under the guise of advanced magical technology are probably referring to that group of old men in the association.
Completely changing such an ancient and hierarchical organization is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task, requiring countless hours and efforts.
Special judge?
Let them play by themselves!
Those abandoned by the times are destined to decay and die; Vincent can do is give them two choices.
Accept it or perish.