Chapter 1135: Pretending to be nice sometimes is good for your body and mind

Hermione has never cared about what others think. She is the kind of person who, once she sets a goal, will persevere in achieving it.

Vincent said nothing, but just held her little hand tightly.

The two looked at each other. Some things didn't need to be said directly, a simple look was enough.

After a moment, Vincent patted Hermione's hand and said, "I'll go find Professor Dumbledore."

Hermione nodded, her eyes instantly becoming complicated.

Judging from her reaction, the situation in Azkaban doesn't seem optimistic.

Vincent stood up and sat down at the bar. Dumbledore smiled at him and shook his head.

"Professor, in Azkaban..."

"All the prisoners escaped. I captured some of them, and I tried to track down the rest, but failed."

Since it was Voldemort's work, it certainly wouldn't be a small matter.

"The one who escaped was a Death Eater?"

Dumbledore remained silent, which was considered as his consent.

Vincent sighed and looked at Aberforth at the bar. "Mr. Dumbledore, please give me a whiskey without ice, thank you."

Aberforth simply took a bottle of whiskey and placed it in front of him.

Vincent picked up the glass and waved it in front of Dumbledore. "Professor, would you like a drink?"

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "No, child, I have a lot of things to do later."

The Death Eaters of Azkaban escaped, and Fudge ordered Scrimgeour to lead a team to capture Vincent at this critical moment. Fortunately, Fudge did not dare to issue an arrest warrant for Dumbledore, otherwise, with the poor combat power of the Ministry of Magic, it would be occupied by Voldemort at any time, and Umbridge, the number one flatterer, might even personally hold a banner to welcome them.

When Vincent thought of this scene, he almost couldn't help but spit out the whiskey in his mouth.

"Ahem - Professor, I plan to leave England."

Dumbledore seemed to have expected this. He nodded slightly and said, "It's better to leave. The Ministry of Magic can focus on dealing with the Death Eaters."

Vincent looked at him strangely. "Professor, you have to keep a low profile recently. I think it's only a matter of time before you are wanted."

Dumbledore laughed dumbly, "If that is the case, then I might leave England like you."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, "How about Austria? It's a great place to retire."

The smile on Dumbledore's face froze instantly.

What does Austria have? Nurmengard.

"Ahem..." Dumbledore rarely showed embarrassment, "I will seriously consider it."

Vincent raised his head and drank the whiskey in the glass, then turned the glass upside down and said, "Professor, the Ministry of Magic cannot interfere with the normal operation of Hogwarts. As long as I am the chairman of the board of directors, even if the International Confederation of Wizards comes, they cannot expel you from the school."

He stood up and walked towards Sirius, "You must not become wanted so soon. I have just become the most wanted dark wizard in the British wizarding world. I don't want to be upstaged by you."

Dumbledore smiled knowingly, "Child, I will do my best."

Vincent turned his back and waved goodbye.

If the alchemy shop and the Gwent flagship store were to be transferred, there would be no one more suitable than Sirius in the entire British wizarding world.

"Here is the magic contract. After dawn, you will be the new owner of the two shops."

Finally having the chance to show off in front of the rich dog owner, Vincent's condition was exactly the same as that of a lonely old man in Gotham City.

Sirius was stunned by him, "Vincent, are you serious?"

"I'm not kidding."

"Then I'll give you a transfer fee."

Vincent waved his hand casually, "No, Galleons mean nothing to me."

Lupin on the side almost bit his tongue.

I've seen people pretending, but I've never seen anyone pretend like this.

Sirius, the big dog owner, was completely speechless and could only bite the bullet and accept the magic contract.

After a big wave of loading, Vincent recovered quickly.

It feels so good. Someone is right, pretending occasionally is good for your body and mind.

He came up to his parents with a smile on his face, "Mom and Dad, we have to move."

Eric said "Oh", and Evelyn's reaction was also calm.

They must have considered this issue now that their son has become a wanted criminal.

"Where are you planning to move to?"

"Germany? Italy? Or France? I have a good relationship with their Minister of Magic."

"Will it not be another stupid president like Fudge?"

"How is that possible? Uncle Osmond is not that kind of person."

Since they both call him uncle, it seems they have a very good relationship.

It just so happens that the auto show in the second half of the year will be held in France, so why not move Bugatti’s headquarters back to France?

Vincent originally wanted to go home with his parents to pack his luggage, but Eric waved his hand and said, "Why pack? There must be a large group of wizards hiding in the house. It's just a few things anyway. We can buy more when we get to France."

Although it was something that could be solved with just a wave of his hand, Vincent still decided to let his old father pretend.

This kind of beneficial thing will become addictive if you do it too much. Vincent even wants to buy a castle in France.

The usually deserted Hog's Head Bar is holding a lively celebration party, and the usually deserted Malfoy Manor is also bustling with activity.

When Lucius walked into the manor house with his wife and children, the Dark Mark on his arm suddenly became hotter, as if his entire arm was soaked in magma.

"Narcissa, take Draco back to his room!"

Narcissa also felt that something was wrong in the air around her. She held Draco's hand tightly and trotted towards the corridor leading to the room.

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“Hahahaha——” An uncomfortable laugh came from the dark and deep corridor.

Narcissa's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, and she quickly protected Draco behind her.

"Cissy, my dear sister." A tall woman slowly walked out of the shadows, "Oh - Draco, my dear nephew, you were still in your cradle when we last met."

The woman had messy but smooth long black hair, thin lips and thick eyelids.

Although her cheeks were sunken and her face was gaunt, making her look like a skeleton, her facial features were very delicate and she might have once been a beautiful woman.

"Bella!" Lucius shouted and rushed over to block his wife and children, "Why are you here?"

"Hahahahaha——" the tall woman laughed her uncomfortable laugh again.

Although she was smiling, her eyes were as big as two hot fireballs, revealing a paranoid madness from the inside out.

Lucius suddenly loosened his grip on the snake-head cane and tightly grasped his arm, which looked like something was about to tear through the skin and come out.

The tall woman suddenly stopped laughing, her eyes became extremely cold, "Lucius, long time no see. You are a smart man, I think I should not say it clearly."

Lucius subconsciously looked towards the dark and deep corridor in front of him, and a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at him.

"I..." His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he knelt on one knee on the cold marble floor. "My respected master - welcome back."

"Hiss--" The pair of scarlet eyes made a hissing sound like a snake.

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