After Vincent answered her questions, Hermione remembered when she had gone with him to catch Peter Pettigrew a few months ago.
Back then, the two of them had used Side-Along Apparition to reach a police station, and the chief there seemed to know him well.
"You mean Uncle Kyle? He's a friend my dad met while serving in the SAS. But he's really unreliable. He often drives police cars to clubs, and he's always giving me dirty magazines."
Hermione froze for a moment.
She remembered the magazines Vincent had stuffed beneath his bed.
So someone else had given them to him. She knew her boyfriend wasn't that kind of person.
Feeling rather guilty, she looked at Gu Gu in her arms as though they were communicating with their eyes.
Gu Gu did not understand at first, but it soon raised its plump little wing slightly.
Vincent naturally had no idea what deal the two had struck. He was simply driving aimlessly down the road.
Past Birmingham lay northern England, and beyond that was Scotland.
He glanced at the Magical Communicator on his wrist.
It was already half past ten. If he turned around and sped back to London, they should still make it in time to board the Hogwarts Express.
But then again.
"Since we're already here, why don't we just drive straight to school?"
Hermione had not reacted yet. "School? Hogwarts?"
Vincent slowed down again. "Yeah. We'll drive there."
"What?" Hermione's wide, disbelieving eyes carried a hint of excitement. "Wouldn't that be a bad idea?"
"We're not like Harry and Ron, driving a flying car like they did the year before last. We don't need to worry about being spotted at all."
She glanced at the fuel gauge, which had only dropped by one mark. "Isn't your dream car