Rosier Manor, on the outskirts of London.
Vincent sneezed for no apparent reason.
Even without the heat-insulating alchemy device, he knew someone was plotting against him.
"Ouch—"
That resentment runs quite deep.
"Wayne, are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing, maybe someone is missing me."
Vincent picked up the hot tea in front of him.
Seeing his habitual behavior, Devin didn't think much of it anymore.
Serena brought over some snacks, then went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Clement was chatting with the Wayne couple.
"Vincent? We don't really concern ourselves with his affairs."
"He knows what kind of friends to make, and he also knows what he should and shouldn't do."
When talking about their son, the Wayne couple's faces beamed with undisguised pride.
Personality is influenced by many factors.
My father came from a special forces background and believed that might makes right.
My mother is gentle and intellectual, and loves reading all kinds of books.
The family has a very harmonious relationship, and there is no psychological trauma from childhood.
"It's already a good thing that this kid doesn't bully others," Eric said, recounting an amusing anecdote.
That was when Vincent was in elementary school.
He was always the best in school, always getting perfect scores or ranking first.
One time, a large order came into the store just as school was letting out.
By the time the Wayne finished their work and rushed over, Vincent had already finished all his homework.
If it weren't for the group of students from other schools lying on the ground, the two of them would have really thought he had been waiting obediently the whole time.
"If your clothes are clean and your backpack is nice, they'll come looking for trouble."
Vincent was only 7 years old at the time, and he gave his reason very calmly.
As he said, the group of kids from other schools were just passing by and were used to bullying the good students in their class.
Clement smiled slightly, "It's the same in the Wizarding World."
Exceptional people often receive excessive attention, both well-intentioned and malicious.
Eric shook his head, picked up his teacup and took a sip. "That's roughly what Evelyn and I were saying."
However, he said he was wrong and should have dressed more sloppily.
Clement was silent for a few seconds, then laughed a few times in a rather restrained manner.
Vincent saw a very sharp social problem at a very young age and gave an answer that sounded like a joke.
But that's the irony of reality.
"Mr. Wayne, what happened next?"
"Those kids are too scared to go near his school anymore." Eric put down his teacup, his eyes focused on the rising steam.
"He said he was wrong again, that he shouldn't have beaten them all down."
"Oh?" Clement paused. "These are the rules of survival in society, rules that even we wizards must strictly abide by."
Everything in the world is unique.
Although there are many similarities, differences will always exist.
Vincent attracted jealousy because of his difference, and if he hadn't learned martial arts from Eric, he would have been the one beaten down that day.
The same principle applies to wizards and Muggle.
If you have the ability to defeat someone, there's absolutely no need to dress "sloppily."
Clement turned his attention to Vincent, who was talking to his son, Devin.
Grindelwald wanted wizards to rule Muggle.
Voldemort intends to turn Muggle into servants similar to House-elf.
In essence, Vincent is just like them.
Vida from France, Viktor from the Americas...
If his son Devin's judgment had not been wrong, today's events probably wouldn't have even begun.
"Mr. Wayne, I'm starting to envy you a little."
Eric and Evelyn exchanged a glance, then both sighed helplessly.
"Mr. Rosier, let me tell you a few more things."
Clement's expression grew increasingly unnatural as he listened.
Before attending Hogwarts, I had virtually no friends, and I had never been beaten up by my peers throughout my life...
These students, who have outstanding appearances, are indeed all quite remarkable.
"Lunch is ready." Serena returned to the hall.
Clement, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, said nothing and simply nodded to the Wayne couple.
There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
The couple must have had quite a lot of experience to raise a child like Vincent.
Lunch at the Rosier Manor was sumptuous.
The appetizers were all French-style, and the main course was also a very high-class French meal.
Q: What is a typical Britain family's recipe?
A: France.
Greengrass Family has a lot of France, while Rosier's is all French cuisine.
The portions are small, but the quantity is large.
After eating two desserts, Vincent couldn't eat anymore.
He and Clement went for a walk in the garden to digest their food.
"Let Uncle guess, did Lestrange and Sigrid prepare an even more lavish feast a few days ago?"
"Yes, we brought quite a lot back with us."
Clement narrowed his eyes. "This old guy's pretty quick."
His slight dissatisfaction gradually disappeared. "My cousin rarely writes here. In the last ten years, she only recently asked me to help contact the Greengrass Family."
Vincent's expression turned serious.
Devin was indeed testing him, as were his conversations with his parents earlier that morning and now.
"At first I thought it was because of your teacher." Clement stopped in his tracks.
"Until Devi came back and told me a name."
He saw no wariness or defensiveness in Vincent.
"Ever since my Evan Rosier's accident, our family has been on the extra leniency of the world."
The Ministry of Magic needs stability right now; you saw what happened this morning.
Despite their deepest malice, Lucius and his group ultimately had to completely restrain themselves.
If Vincent could beat them all, he wouldn't need to appear "sloppy" in front of them.
"Uncle Clement, it's just that Minister Fudge needs some stability."
"Not only that, there are many more."
Intelligent people know that beneath the current peaceful facade lies a crisis capable of destroying the Wizarding World.
Last year's Quirrell and this year's Lockhart are just scapegoats.
The person who hid in the shadows and dared not show himself was so well-known that even the Ministry of Magic had to keep the news under wraps.
There are only two answers.
Vincent shook his head slightly. "I'm just a second-year wizard. You think too highly of me."
Clement chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I just don't want to believe it, I can't believe it."
He extended his right hand, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered it. "Devi is now managing the family business. If you need any help, feel free to ask him."
"Thank you, Uncle." A fleeting look of disappointment Vincent's eyes.
They still lack both fame and ability.
If it's only at this level, then we can only be partners.
"Devie can represent the Rosier Family of Britain."
Clement extended his right hand again. "If anything threatens the survival of the family in the future, please understand our difficulties."
He guessed it as expected.
"No problem." Vincent also extended his right hand and shook hands with him.