Chapter 481 The Sincerity of the Reed House Family
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Qing Mo Da Xian
It's good to be wise and protect yourself, or to take care of yourself alone.
Since Lucius knew that Voldemort had appeared, there was a high probability that he would make two-handed preparations first.
"He thought too well." Mei Hui shook her head with emotion.
She had seen Vincent's true face, and she could roughly think of the reasons for not rescinding the contract.
Now that he guessed it, Takuma has no intention of keeping it a secret.
What he said was not all.
The more Meihui listened, the more restless she felt.
Voldemort is probably still planning how to resurrect his body, and Vincent has already planned to eliminate the Death Eaters from the root.
The top pure-blood families have limited influence, but getting together is different.
It was precisely because of their power and status in the Wizarding War that Voldemort almost ruled the British Isles.
Without such an advantage, Death Eaters are mere terrorists.
"Honey, do you think this is the result of Lord Dumbledore's leadership?"
Tuozhen shook his head lightly, "You know the answer very well."
"Then what do you think we will tell Wayne in return?"
Tuozhen looked at Meihui with calculating eyes, "Maybe I won't retire early."
She had no doubts about the possibility.
"Meihui, take Pingchuan with you."
"Eh?"
"That's what he wanted."
Mei Hui was stunned for a moment, "Are you going to help him?"
"To help or not to help, there is no real difference."
Lucius wanted to send charcoal in a timely manner, but unfortunately this situation was deliberately created.
Since Dumbledore is on Vincent's side, the Weiwu family will have an icing on the cake.
……
……
Jingu family.
Watching the children's training, Dumbledore became more and more satisfied.
Combining the advantages of spellcasting in the three regions, the speed, accuracy and power are greatly improved.
There are still 5 years, and after 5 years, there will be no headaches.
But before that, he has to worry about next school year.
Dorje's substitute class is coming to an end at the end of the school year, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't figured it out yet.
Kettleburn was about to retire, so Hagrid had to focus on that.
Harry still has Occlumency and psychological counseling to do, and clues to the Horcruxes must continue to be searched.
Vincent needn't worry.
No matter how hard the sandbag was beaten, could it still hit him, a centenarian?
Probably because of his existence, even James, who usually likes to find excuses to be lazy, worked hard.
Kenny always said behind his back that the old British Kenny was shaking his wand so badly.
Dumbledore just stood there smiling, and none of them dared to be serious.
Vincent punched 100 punches, followed by 100 push-ups, and finally 100 sit-ups.
Warm up is complete.
In the instant he held the alder wand, Dumbledore saw that he had improved a lot.
The body is not tense, and the standing posture can make dodge movements at any time.
Melee combat and long-range spellcasting have their own advantages and disadvantages. Although they are not perfect complements, they are already the best among the students.
Chanting and casting spells are done in one go, and even a silent spell can be quickly connected with a light flick of the wrist.
If the action could be slowed down and some fancy little details were added, it would definitely win the "Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellence in Spellcasting".
The wooden dummies fly and come back. The seemingly boring practice is actually maintaining muscle memory.
"Your Excellency Dumbledore." Butler Changji stood behind him respectfully.
"Oh—Mr. Steward, you must have something important?"
"There are guests at home, Your Excellency." Changji glanced at Vincent,
"It's the wife and young master of the Weiwu family."
The four people sitting in the living room were all chatting.
Toshihiko talks to Hirakawa about work, and Meiko talks to Meihui about their daughters.
Ten minutes later, Changji brought the children over.
The eyes of the mother and son of the Weiwu family were all focused on Vincent.
Meihui quickly moved away, smiling at Linyin.
The two daughters have disliked each other since they entered school. Compared with their respective personality problems, it is more because of their families.
Junyan asked Changji: "Where is Lord Dumbledore?"
"Your Excellency feels that his presence will make the atmosphere tense."
Mei Hui glanced at Vincent.
It really wasn't Dumbledore who led the whole thing.
She turned her gaze back to Linyin's side,
"Long time no see, Rinne"
"Aunt Meihui, we met more than half a month ago."
"Yeah, that's when the GWENT flagship store opened."
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
After that day came the Magic Street Daily Facts.
Hermione and Daphne kept focusing on her face.
No matter how gentle and virtuous this lady looks, she once showed malice.
"Speaking of the Gwent card, everyone should know that I have a contract with the wizard card."
Her calm gaze met Vincent's equally calm gaze above her.
"I had a letter from them at breakfast this morning."
It turned out to be a kind reminder.
Lin Yin slightly restrained the indifference on his face.
Mei Hui glanced at those pairs of curious eyes.
Vincent still behaved calmly, as if he had expected that.
He already has a thorough understanding of human nature at a young age, no wonder Dumbledore is on his side.
"The wizard card is sold to us at cost price, and all profits within half a year will also belong to us."
"Hiss—" Everyone almost gasped subconsciously.
Meihui noticed that Vincent and Junyan looked at each other.
This also seems to be expected, but not all.
She moved her eyes with interest, and finally focused on the face of a calm little witch.
If I remember correctly, this is Granger.
After a brief eye contact, it was confirmed that she had understood what she meant.
This little witch is smart enough, and her age is similar to her youngest son Kenji.
She secretly sighed inwardly.
One Wayne, one Granger.
"Then, let's take our leave first." Meihui and Pingchuan stood up, bowed slightly to say goodbye to everyone.
Junyan and Meizi took the children to send the mother and son away.
Vincent, who didn't say a word the whole time, already knew about the Weiya family—it should be said that it was Takuma's attitude.
They came here with sincerity, and they had to be sincere if they wanted to help.
"Don't treat me like a child anymore."
"Who dares to treat you like a child."
Vincent smiled wryly at them, "They were all forced out.
But after today, those big shots should not have much of an idea for me. "
Junyan turned his back without embarrassment, "Meiko, let's prepare a big lunch today."
She followed behind very cooperatively, "My dear, I will prepare it if you don't tell me."
They watched as the two entered the house.
"My father escaped." Linyin suddenly became a little sad.
Not because of my father's attitude, but because there are only a few days left before school starts.
Parting is always sad, but also short-lived.
Not to be seen again.
"Is Uncle Junyan afraid too?" Vincent walked into the house as if nothing had happened.
Kenny rolled his eyes at his back, "Wayne, I didn't expect you to have a narcissistic side."
"Thank you, but I'm not as narcissistic as you are."
Lin Yin suddenly smiled.
Vincent's cooperation with the Jingu family is just an appearance, and the real cooperation is actually with her.
She has always been the only one who can control her fate.
……
……
Since Lucius knew that Voldemort had appeared, there was a high probability that he would make two-handed preparations first.
"He thought too well." Mei Hui shook her head with emotion.
She had seen Vincent's true face, and she could roughly think of the reasons for not rescinding the contract.
Now that he guessed it, Takuma has no intention of keeping it a secret.
What he said was not all.
The more Meihui listened, the more restless she felt.
Voldemort is probably still planning how to resurrect his body, and Vincent has already planned to eliminate the Death Eaters from the root.
The top pure-blood families have limited influence, but getting together is different.
It was precisely because of their power and status in the Wizarding War that Voldemort almost ruled the British Isles.
Without such an advantage, Death Eaters are mere terrorists.
"Honey, do you think this is the result of Lord Dumbledore's leadership?"
Tuozhen shook his head lightly, "You know the answer very well."
"Then what do you think we will tell Wayne in return?"
Tuozhen looked at Meihui with calculating eyes, "Maybe I won't retire early."
She had no doubts about the possibility.
"Meihui, take Pingchuan with you."
"Eh?"
"That's what he wanted."
Mei Hui was stunned for a moment, "Are you going to help him?"
"To help or not to help, there is no real difference."
Lucius wanted to send charcoal in a timely manner, but unfortunately this situation was deliberately created.
Since Dumbledore is on Vincent's side, the Weiwu family will have an icing on the cake.
……
……
Jingu family.
Watching the children's training, Dumbledore became more and more satisfied.
Combining the advantages of spellcasting in the three regions, the speed, accuracy and power are greatly improved.
There are still 5 years, and after 5 years, there will be no headaches.
But before that, he has to worry about next school year.
Dorje's substitute class is coming to an end at the end of the school year, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't figured it out yet.
Kettleburn was about to retire, so Hagrid had to focus on that.
Harry still has Occlumency and psychological counseling to do, and clues to the Horcruxes must continue to be searched.
Vincent needn't worry.
No matter how hard the sandbag was beaten, could it still hit him, a centenarian?
Probably because of his existence, even James, who usually likes to find excuses to be lazy, worked hard.
Kenny always said behind his back that the old British Kenny was shaking his wand so badly.
Dumbledore just stood there smiling, and none of them dared to be serious.
Vincent punched 100 punches, followed by 100 push-ups, and finally 100 sit-ups.
Warm up is complete.
In the instant he held the alder wand, Dumbledore saw that he had improved a lot.
The body is not tense, and the standing posture can make dodge movements at any time.
Melee combat and long-range spellcasting have their own advantages and disadvantages. Although they are not perfect complements, they are already the best among the students.
Chanting and casting spells are done in one go, and even a silent spell can be quickly connected with a light flick of the wrist.
If the action could be slowed down and some fancy little details were added, it would definitely win the "Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellence in Spellcasting".
The wooden dummies fly and come back. The seemingly boring practice is actually maintaining muscle memory.
"Your Excellency Dumbledore." Butler Changji stood behind him respectfully.
"Oh—Mr. Steward, you must have something important?"
"There are guests at home, Your Excellency." Changji glanced at Vincent,
"It's the wife and young master of the Weiwu family."
The four people sitting in the living room were all chatting.
Toshihiko talks to Hirakawa about work, and Meiko talks to Meihui about their daughters.
Ten minutes later, Changji brought the children over.
The eyes of the mother and son of the Weiwu family were all focused on Vincent.
Meihui quickly moved away, smiling at Linyin.
The two daughters have disliked each other since they entered school. Compared with their respective personality problems, it is more because of their families.
Junyan asked Changji: "Where is Lord Dumbledore?"
"Your Excellency feels that his presence will make the atmosphere tense."
Mei Hui glanced at Vincent.
It really wasn't Dumbledore who led the whole thing.
She turned her gaze back to Linyin's side,
"Long time no see, Rinne"
"Aunt Meihui, we met more than half a month ago."
"Yeah, that's when the GWENT flagship store opened."
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
After that day came the Magic Street Daily Facts.
Hermione and Daphne kept focusing on her face.
No matter how gentle and virtuous this lady looks, she once showed malice.
"Speaking of the Gwent card, everyone should know that I have a contract with the wizard card."
Her calm gaze met Vincent's equally calm gaze above her.
"I had a letter from them at breakfast this morning."
It turned out to be a kind reminder.
Lin Yin slightly restrained the indifference on his face.
Mei Hui glanced at those pairs of curious eyes.
Vincent still behaved calmly, as if he had expected that.
He already has a thorough understanding of human nature at a young age, no wonder Dumbledore is on his side.
"The wizard card is sold to us at cost price, and all profits within half a year will also belong to us."
"Hiss—" Everyone almost gasped subconsciously.
Meihui noticed that Vincent and Junyan looked at each other.
This also seems to be expected, but not all.
She moved her eyes with interest, and finally focused on the face of a calm little witch.
If I remember correctly, this is Granger.
After a brief eye contact, it was confirmed that she had understood what she meant.
This little witch is smart enough, and her age is similar to her youngest son Kenji.
She secretly sighed inwardly.
One Wayne, one Granger.
"Then, let's take our leave first." Meihui and Pingchuan stood up, bowed slightly to say goodbye to everyone.
Junyan and Meizi took the children to send the mother and son away.
Vincent, who didn't say a word the whole time, already knew about the Weiya family—it should be said that it was Takuma's attitude.
They came here with sincerity, and they had to be sincere if they wanted to help.
"Don't treat me like a child anymore."
"Who dares to treat you like a child."
Vincent smiled wryly at them, "They were all forced out.
But after today, those big shots should not have much of an idea for me. "
Junyan turned his back without embarrassment, "Meiko, let's prepare a big lunch today."
She followed behind very cooperatively, "My dear, I will prepare it if you don't tell me."
They watched as the two entered the house.
"My father escaped." Linyin suddenly became a little sad.
Not because of my father's attitude, but because there are only a few days left before school starts.
Parting is always sad, but also short-lived.
Not to be seen again.
"Is Uncle Junyan afraid too?" Vincent walked into the house as if nothing had happened.
Kenny rolled his eyes at his back, "Wayne, I didn't expect you to have a narcissistic side."
"Thank you, but I'm not as narcissistic as you are."
Lin Yin suddenly smiled.
Vincent's cooperation with the Jingu family is just an appearance, and the real cooperation is actually with her.
She has always been the only one who can control her fate.
……
……
