This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent turns the telescope back into the ring.

Hermione and Daphne got up and helped him pack.

If you wait any longer, you probably won't see much, and Hogwarts is quite far from London.

"How are we going to get back?"

"Bus No. 11."

The two little witches pondered for a while, and rolled their eyes at Vincent on the spot.

walk back?

Even dawn may not be able to do it.

"Just kidding, of course I'm going home to settle accounts with Sam." Vincent looked down from the edge of the tower.

He still doesn't know how to show his body, so he can only use the traditional method to go down.

Using his ebony wand, he cast a Damping Charm on each of the three, and he apparated into a window below with his suitcase.

The room is full of precious works of art, it should be the collection room of the church.

He opened the window, stretched out half of his body and waved upwards.

Hermione recalls Jormgund's previous attack.

She nodded to Daphne, and then jumped down without any pressure in her heart.

Vincent came in holding her firmly.

When she leaned out of the window again, Daphne, who was sitting on the top of the tower, exerted her strength with her little hand, and the whole person fell down.

The location is a little bit out of the way, but it's not a big problem.

Extend your arms a little further, just enough to hug your legs and shoulders horizontally.

Close the window and light the wand.

They seemed to have all these little shynesses, and they followed him silently the whole way out of the church.

Not embarrassed, just uncomfortable.

Vincent stood by the side of the road, waving to an approaching taxi.

He sat in the passenger seat, "Uncle, we are going to Oxford Street."

The driver was a middle-aged uncle, and he glanced at the two little witches with their heads down in the rearview mirror.

"No problem, kid."

Westminster Abbey is not far from central London, and it takes less than 20 minutes to reach the destination.

Getting off the bus on the bustling Oxford Street, Vincent handed the driver a £10 ticket.

After collecting the change, he found that the two little witches were attracted by the dazzling array of shops on the street.

The moment they met their eyes, they seemed to become even more shy.

"It's all here, do you want to take a stroll here?"

Hermione and Daphne were very moved, but finally shook their heads hesitantly.

Vincent didn't say anything, just walked into a doll shop.

When I was outside, I was silent, but when I came in, I was a little excited.

"We'll pay you back when we go back to school."

Still a blue fat man and a Hello Kitty.

Their bedroom should be full of dolls.

Wandering to the ice cream shop, Vincent bought three ice creams.

It wasn't hot in London in early May, but the two little witches liked it.

Hermione bought some ink and notebooks at the stationery store, and Daphne bought a few trinkets at the jewelry store.

The price is not high, not as expensive as a curry meal.

It seemed that Vincent was a little impatient, and they all began to show a lack of interest.

Walking, you will arrive at Building 139 at the end of the street.

Standing at the door were two tall men in black suits, sunglasses and red ties.

When they saw Vincent, they opened the door very consciously, and shouted "Master Wayne" at the top of their voices.

Hermione tilted her head and laughed, "Master Wayne, when did you hire two wizard bodyguards?"

"The one on the left is the Night Demon, and the one on the right is the Nightmare Slayer."

Daphne's eyes rested on Vincent's arm.

If memory serves me, neither he nor Sam has the scar of the oath.

"Go ahead and talk about it."

Yin Fulin was sitting on the first floor watching TV.

She wasn't surprised that her son suddenly brought his female classmate home. Sam who came back first should have said something.

"Welcome!" She said enthusiastically.

The two little witches who were obediently pulled by her to sit down were shy again.

Vincent suddenly remembered an allusion:

A woman is married for the ninth time.

He went upstairs murderously.

Sam's room is next door to his.

This guy was lying on the bed, holding a handle and rubbing the red and white machine.

When he came in, the villain in the black cloak on the TV was just beaten to death by a mob.

"Gift Crab!" Sam was frightened and dropped the handle,

"Don't you kid know how to knock on the door?"

"You didn't close the door." Vincent turned off the TV, "Also, this is my home."

"I know, you are my boss, and I am your wage earner." Sam pouted and sat up,

"Back to school, right? I'll take you back now."

He acted as if nothing had happened.

Vincent is sometimes generous and sometimes stingy.

Throwing three children on the top of the tower, is this something adults can do?

Sam was scolded with a bad face.

This familiar feeling, as if returning to the Magic Congress, as if seeing Bradley.

"You are such a big person, can't you be a little bit responsible!"

After more than half an hour, he followed Vincent downstairs sadly.

Yin Fulin is very chatty, and Hermione is very easy to chat with.

Daphne, who met for the first time, was no longer the same as the beginning.

She seemed more curious about the Muggle world.

"Cough-cough-"

The chat was so heated that Vincent had to cough non-stop.

"Honey, are you sick?" Yin Fulin reached out to touch his forehead,

"Your dormitory is in the tower building, remember to cover the quilt at night."

Sam was holding back a laugh.

Food chains are real.

It was so beautiful upstairs just now, but now it is so embarrassing in front of the two little witches.

"Mom, I'm in good health." Vincent said with a bitter face.

"Well, remember to be careful when you go back..."

Like mothers all over the world, Yin Fulin told her son a lot.

"Go back to school and take a rest, you know?"

"know."

"Remember to take care of your classmates on the road, don't lose them while walking."

"Certainly not."

"Okay, it's getting late." Yin Fulin smiled mysteriously at Vincent,

"Hermione, Daphne, if you are free during the summer vacation, you are welcome to come anytime."

"Okay, Auntie." The two little witches laughed happily.

Vincent, who had just made a fool of the British Ministry of Magic and was like a school bully at school, was sternly pinned down.

A scene like this is probably not seen many times in a lifetime.

As they walked down the secret passage in Honeydukes' cellar, they were still thinking about his behavior just now.

Well-behaved and obedient, it simply overturned the previous impression.

"Ah—" Vincent turned his head and stared at them.

He definitely said something in his heart.

"Hurry up, it's almost curfew time." Hermione urged impatiently holding the fat blue doll.

"It's 10pm and we still have plenty of time."

This little girl can turn faces faster than books.

During the day, I would be shy when I touched a small hand, but now I don't blush at all when I take the initiative to pull him.

Daphne, holding the Hello Kitty doll, also naturally quickened her pace, "Wait for me!"

The secret path got steeper and steeper, and she didn't have the physical fitness of the two of them.

Vincent thought of his mother Yin Fulin's exhortation.

Not to take care of them, he's back at the castle now.

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