Sam Does Not Deserve Kindness

Back in his room, Vincent turned on the light, leisurely dragged over a chair, and sat by the bed.

Sam's eyes widened like lightbulbs.

Once the restraint over his mouth was removed, the first thing he did was spit out an authentic American curse.

Then he could no longer speak again.

Under Sam's murderous glare, Vincent lazily waved his wand.

"Mr. Sam Chavez, you didn't report your arrival to the British Ministry of Magic, did you?"

Able to speak again, Sam snorted. "Wayne, Director Graves was just joking with me. Be smart and untie me already."

Vincent smacked his lips. "First of all, you need to be able to return to the United States, right?

"I have some connections with Minister Fudge. If I report you for illegal entry, you'll spend at least ten days or so in Azkaban."

"Sour radish—" Sam hurriedly shut his mouth.

Evelyn was at home. If he finished cursing, she would probably see him off with a smile.

"Wayne~" He put on a broad, ingratiating grin. "We're old friends. I know you wouldn't do anything so cruel."

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"Then what should I do?" Vincent clenched his fists. "You're a wanted criminal!

"If someone finds out I'm harboring you, Mr. Graves will probably be standing in front of me the next second."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Doesn't Hogwarts have an Anti-Apparition Jinx?"

"What if it's during the holidays?"

He pursed his lips. "Then I'll run immediately?"

"How could that work?" Vincent straightened up as if changing faces.

"If I get dragged back for questioning because of you again, won't your conscience hurt?"

Every muscle in Sam's big face twitched wildly.

Keep acting. Go on.

"Then