Captain Wayne

At lunch, Hermione kept glancing at Vincent, whether intentionally or not.

Beauxbatons Castle and part of its land had been funded by Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle in their youth.

The magnificent enormous fountain on campus had also been named after the two of them.

With seven seats on the Hogwarts School Board, he was unquestionably the chairman.

There were only three wizarding schools in all of Europe, and he had extremely close ties to two of them.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt the gap between them stretching infinitely wider. After finishing lunch, she went to find Vincent.

"I want to learn Nonverbal spells, and Wandless Magic!"

Vincent nearly dropped his little cake and stiffly shook his head.

Hypnosis might allow someone to quickly master Nonverbal spells, but without having truly experienced the brink of death, it was impossible to use Wandless Magic ahead of time in a crisis.

Magic was a matter of the mind. Soul, body, and spirit were all indispensable.

Hermione had yet to reach the threshold in any of those three areas. Even if he taught her, she would not be able to learn it.

"What about the Patronus Charm?" she asked cautiously.

"If even that won't work—"

"It can." Vincent remembered when she had first enrolled.

Even though what little pride she had left had been shattered again and again, she had always found the courage to come to him for help.

"Can I join too?" Daphne, who had quieted down, wore the same stubborn look as Hermione.

"Of course."

Being friends with people like them might bring immense pressure, but that pressure would eventually become motivation to improve.

There was only one History of Magic class that afternoon.

Same old rule: they skipped it.

Knockturn Alley.

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