Legends are just legends, after all.
But given the character of this nation...
Vincent dared not speak, nor dared he ask.
He held Gu Gu tightly in his arms.
Most wizards, like Abe no Seimei, were simply born in a similar era and thus more likely to inherit magical talent.
Nearly a thousand years have passed, and even the most extraordinary magical talents will gradually be diluted.
Squib – Wizards who emerge from the Muggle lineage, whose talents will only surpass their own.
Rinne's slightly nervous yet completely uninhibited expression further proves this point.
Rolf suddenly had a bold idea.
He had only just come up with the idea when he didn't dare to think about it any further.
Existing species of Fantastic Beasts...
Absolutely unacceptable.
The only wizard left with such crazy ideas is probably Voldemort.
Dark wizards also have moral and ethical values, although most of them are somewhat skewed.
Once the surrounding gazes returned to normal, Rinne, having calmed down, began to introduce each shop one by one.
Like Diagon Alley, this place has everything related to magic.
Some are the same, and some are different.
For example, the wand was custom-made when I was 7 years old and completed before I officially went to live at the Magic Institute academy at the age of 11.
For example, there are school robes that can change size with age and color with grades; each one is imbued with very special magic.
Even if he's taken advantage of, Vincent still insists on having a wand custom-made.
"Are you crazy?" Rinne quickly pushed him away from behind.
"Do you know what the consequences will be if the Ministry of Magic finds out?"
"The “Japanese Wizarding Code” doesn't apply to me."
"But we can expel you from the country and forbid you from ever setting foot in this magical world again."
"Oh." Vincent completely gave up on the idea.
No wonder the Wizards' Purity Party didn't expand along the Pacific Ocean here; it turns out their survival was severely restricted from the very beginning.
The wizarding code of conduct must be even stricter than the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.
"Ahead is the Kiyono Bookstore, a place most often visited by students and teachers."
Hermione went in and came out shortly after.
She was holding a large book with white background and black text.
Vincent glanced at it curiously, then immediately backed away with James and Neville.
The English version of "The “Japanese Wizarding Code”" is much thicker than one might imagine, even comparable to "A History of Magic".
"Tch, our Wizarding World is still the most free~" Kenny said with a disdainful look, only to be glared at fiercely by Rinne.
Such slightly insulting remarks should warrant at least half a day of detention.
If he weren't a foreigner, he could easily be reported to the Ministry of Magic.
"Duel of any kind is prohibited, sneak attacks are prohibited, and the use of offensive magic against others is prohibited..."
Hermione recited twenty of them in one go, as if chanting a mantra.
If this law were implemented in the Britain, Vincent would be locked up for at least ten days just based on these initial provisions.
As for herself...
That should save us a day or two.
"In special circumstances, we don't have to follow the rules above." Rinne withdrew her glare at Kenny.
"For example, a major natural disaster, or a threat that endangers the entire Wizarding World."
Under such strict constraints, the Japanese Wizarding World appears peaceful on the surface, at least there is no hierarchy of contempt between Pure-blood and Muggle-born.
Everything depends on strength.
As for the privileged class operating behind the scenes, which can't be brought to the forefront, after hundreds of years, it's time they started to have some ulterior motives.
Cedric could think of it, Hermione certainly could too.
Therefore, the Shingu Family's grand display yesterday was most likely an attempt to use Vincent to delay the other two families.
No—having harbored wicked intentions doesn't count as a misunderstanding!
She stuffed the large book into a semi-circular white pocket and followed behind Rinne somewhat guiltily.
"There's a pet shop up ahead, with all sorts of low-risk animals."
The white sign is shaped like Yamata no Orochi, and it has "Aina Pet Store" written on it in orange Japanese.
The shop owners were a young couple, and Rolf received a warm welcome as soon as he entered.
"Guest, what stands before you is the Nine-Tailed Fox cub, who dwells in the Shinoda Forest and is capable of creating extraordinary illusion magic!"
It's a small, white blob, quite cute.
"Really?" After receiving permission from the shop owners, Rolf carefully put his fingertips into the cage.
The little guy was sleeping, but opened his eyes after being touched.
It smacked its lips and then closed its eyes.
"This is definitely not Nine-Tailed Fox cub," Kenny whispered in Jennifer's ear.
"The Britain are just so prone to being overly sentimental. Vincent even raised his owl into a big, fleshy ball."
Just you wait, he's definitely going to get ripped off by that couple.
Jennifer nodded awkwardly.
"They're willing to pay 300 Gold Galleons for this Little White. The Britain really good at making money."
"Ah—yes, yes, you're right."
Rolf did not feel like he was being taken advantage of.
The most important thing about pets is first impressions, even after you know the truth.
"He's just being stubborn," Kenny whispered, his voice growing louder. "That's just how the Britain are, always trying to save face and pretending to be gentlemen."
Shh—you'll be heard.
He shrugged nonchalantly, "Actually, you can't blame him. After all, it's his first time here. The tour guide should bear the main responsibility."
Rinne was at the very front, twitched her ears slightly.
She's not a professional; how could she possibly take care of everyone?
James and Alfred have been looking for books and haven't come back yet, while Autumn and Marietta are trying on kimono-style wizard robes at the clothing store.
The only one who could truly be considered well-behaved and obedient Neville, who behaved like a good baby throughout the entire process.
I'm mentally exhausted.
Let's find a place to sit down and rest.
There happens to be one of my own shops right in front of me.
"The Jingu Magic Dumplings?" Hermione stared blankly at the grandly decorated shop in front of her.
She knew what dumplings were, and she also knew that the Jingu was that Jingu.
But this is just a small snack shop. Does it really need to take up the space of three shops and even cast a spell on the wooden walls that can project all kinds of dumplings?
"Greetings, Miss." The shop assistants bowed respectfully to Rinne.
Are there any new flavors?
"Two kinds: Fire Dragon Breath and Hot Winter."
"A little of everything, including the new flavors."
"Yes, Miss."
The store is spacious, but there aren't many extra seats.
The tables are spaced far apart, and there are magical screens in the middle that reflect the scenery of various places.
As soon as Rinne sat down, Hermione and Daphne followed suit and sat down next to her.
Seeing that the other person seemed hesitant to speak, she looked at Vincent.
"Miss Jingu— "
"Hmm." She looked away, realizing that she was about to say something important.
Once the magic screen closed, the three of them seemed to have vanished.
Those outside cannot see it, but the scene inside transforms into a vast, boundless grassland.
After a moment of slight surprise, Hermione and Daphne both raised their heads one after the other.