"What did you say!?"
"I told them I came here for vacation."
Hermione and Daphne both wore expressions of disbelief.
"Really, see for yourselves."
Vincent took out the letters Kenny had sent him from his suitcase.
One letter a day, a total of 11 letters.
The two little witches looked up at him, then looked down, trying to find traces of forgery in the letter.
I was just flirting with my girlfriend in the small garden; there was absolutely no need to go to such lengths.
So it's true?
Is it really because you're so annoyed you can't take it anymore?
"Oh, and this too." Vincent took out Sam's letter.
Despite having ample evidence, they couldn't believe it was true.
Upon reflection, he realized that he had invited them for a vacation.
Perhaps it was true before, but it may not be true now.
"To help the Shingu Family thwart the ambitions of Abe and the Ashiya family, and ultimately negotiate cooperation in a high-profile manner?"
Daphne's sudden remark left Vincent stunned.
This was his thought yesterday.
"First Britain, then France, and now it's Japan's turn?"
Hermione was referring to her thoughts from this morning.
"Yes, I also plan to include the Americas and Asia in my sphere of influence, and eventually unify the entire magical world."
They all thought he was joking.
Even Grindelwald couldn't do it, let alone Vincent, Muggle-born.
"I'm serious, I've already thought of a name for the organization."
"I know, the Justice League, right?"
Vincent's lips trembled slightly. "No, do you really think I would choose such a tacky name?"
"Yes, we will." Hermione and Daphne nodded their little heads earnestly.
They don't believe the truth, but they firmly believe the lies.
"Fine, think what you want." He lay on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling, which was also made of cherry blossom wood.
Hermione stretched out her little hand and waved it. "Aren't you going to tell us how you plan to deal with Abe and the Ashiya family?"
"I have twenty Copper-Iron Alloy Sniper Rifle in my box."
"Aren't we supposed to be delivering goods to the Magical Congress?" Daphne seemed a little excited.
"I understand. You need to deal with them before that."
Vincent trembled all over. "Are you guys crazy, or am I crazy?"
"You're crazy."
He sat up with a wry smile. "I'll call Sam over right now, then you'll believe me, right?"
They both glanced meaningfully at the suitcase.
Only Vincent ever knew exactly what was inside.
"Okay, if they really do something outrageous, I'll definitely go to their house."
The two little witches left satisfied.
Vincent "rules the game" at Hogwarts, is unlikely to behave himself on vacation.
Their intuition was right.
The Shingu Family's businesses span the Wizarding World and the Muggle world.
Top-notch Japanese restaurants certainly exist, although they are not widely known to the public.
Tokyo Metropolis has 23 wards, each with its own unique characteristics.
After sunset, most areas lose their daytime vibrancy.
But the Shibuya and Shinjuku wards are about to become even more bustling.
Spiky hairstyles, dark visual kei outfits, and innocent school uniforms are all common sights here.
Despite being incredibly trendy, Vincent inside the car felt they were still a long way from being a true fashion icon—Mr. Deng.
The burgundy GT-R braked suddenly and swerved sideways into a parking space in an open-air parking lot in Shibuya.
Neville and James in the back seat were a bit too tight from their seatbelts.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
As soon as Rinne turned off the engine and took out the key, they both immediately unbuckled their seatbelts, pushed open the door, and staggered out of the car.
Severe speeding, coupled with straightforward full-throttle cornering, anyone who can withstand it is a tough guy.
Vincent stretched as he got out of the passenger seat.
Compared to simple, unpretentious car racing, helicopters flying low over the forest are much more thrilling.
"Old Wen, why aren't you responding?"
"I rode in my dad's helicopter when I was 5 years old."
James gave a weak thumbs-up.
Neville fell to the ground with a "whoosh," exclaiming, "I—I feel like my brain—my brain is going to fly off!"
Vincent returned to the passenger seat, opened the briefcase, and took out a bottle of Potions that was almost gold.
"Elixir to Induce Euphoria, a little will make you feel better."
Rinne's eyes showed a hint of regret.
This is the most perfect Elixir to Induce Euphoria she's ever seen; its effects will probably last for at least half a month.
The fact that they could easily pull out a bottle proves that there must be many more in the box.
"Did you make this?"
"Made by our Potions Professor."
She nodded in sudden realization.
Snape, the Potions Master, is also ranked among the top in the world.
Even compared to those monsters in South America, he'd probably be in the top ten.
The Elixir to Induce Euphoria took effect quickly, and Neville was no longer afraid.
He stood up with a big smile on his face. "I think I can do it again now."
James rolled his eyes. "You can say that after dinner."
Just then, three Toyota Crowns drove into the parking lot.
The Century is too extravagant; the understated Crown is much more suitable.
Vincent's mindset changed once again after experiencing this lesson once more.
He felt unworthy, but others didn't think so.
As an apprentice of Nicolas Flamel and Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald, his vehicle had to be befitting his status.
Flying cars are enough, but it still feels like something's missing.
Walking into the bustling streets of Shibuya, he finally found the answer.
Combining Alchemy and Magical Circuit, it can switch between suitable forms at any time and is the ultimate vehicle that can perfectly circumvent the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.
"What are you thinking about?" Kenny gently nudged his shoulder.
"I'm wondering if I have the ability to realize my vision right now."
Kenny pursed his lips and quickly walked past him.
After exercising all afternoon, the most important thing now is to fill my stomach.
Rinne was walking at the front, turned around for the seventh time to look behind her.
Vincent had finished thinking and seemed a little excited.
She turned into a sparsely populated alley and stopped in front of a small shop called "Maple".
The decor has a distinctly vintage feel, as if you've traveled from hundreds of years ago to the present day.
"Our Shingu Family, started out in the general merchandise business. Before the Ministry of Magic was established, we had already accumulated a great deal of wealth among non-magicians."
True businessmen only care about profits and do not care about background or status.
Apart from two small seats, there is only one cooking station that can seat 15 people.
An elderly man with a full head of white hair put down his newspaper. "Welcome—Miss!?"
He stood up respectfully. "Why didn't you call ahead of time?"
Rinne hurriedly helped him sit down, "Yoji, I was just afraid of disturbing you."
Judging from her reserved demeanor, this old man must be someone of considerable importance.
"No way, Grandpa is all alone, he might not even close a single deal a month."
While being respectful, Yoji also seemed somewhat close to him, unlike the typical master-servant relationship.