Chapter 732: The Big Wrong Man
After finishing the long morning class, Hermione returned to her dormitory and couldn't wait to open the small cube.
Inside is also an exquisite gift box, black and white.
She carefully untied the ribbon and gently picked up the lid.
A piece of peacock chocolate proudly spreads its tail feathers, and underneath is also a white envelope.
Taking out the light yellow letter paper, she hesitated before opening it.
"To my forever friend, Hermione Granger:
happy Valentine's day.
I hope you can realize your dream soon, and I hope you like the gifts I have carefully prepared for you.
——Vincent Wayne
1994.2.14"
Hermione solemnly put the letter back into the envelope and looked at the peacock-shaped chocolate in the gift box.
It doesn't look like it was just made. It seems that they both have the same idea.
She picked up the wand and waved it gently towards the envelope and chocolate, "Waterproof and moisture-proof - fire-proof and chemical-proof - dust-proof and insect-proof - as strong as ever -"
Taking proper care of it, she took out a small and exquisite cosmetic case from her breast shirt pocket.
This is Vincent's Christmas gift. When folded, it is slightly thicker than a Gwent card. The storage space inside that has a traceless expansion spell is as large as three classrooms.
Open the makeup box, there is a mirror on top, and several different colors of foundation on the bottom.
There is a small knob next to the frame. Each time you turn it down, you can individually change the stored cosmetics.
Hermione turned the knob upwards, and the bottom immediately turned into a small, dark hole.
My little hand reached in and fumbled around for a while, and finally took out a transparent glass cover that was just big enough to hold the envelope.
The base was black. She wrote the date on the nameplate and put the envelope and chocolate inside.
Cover the transparent glass cover, pick up the wand and wave it gently again, another set of proper storage measures.
When Lavender and Parvati returned to the dormitory, Hermione was adjusting its position on the bedside table.
A chocolate peacock with its tail feathers spread proudly?
The two people's attention quickly focused on the white envelope at the bottom.
"Who gave this to me?"
"I won't tell you."
"I assume it's Vincent, right?"
Hermione pretended to be calm and glanced back at the two of them, "It's just a piece of friendship chocolate, what's the fuss about."
"Oh? Then why are you reluctant to eat?"
"That's right, it's good to have a taste."
She rolled her eyes at the two of them, "This is a symbol of our friendship. I have to treasure it."
Lavender responded with a pair of even bigger eyes, "Then you have a lot of treasures!"
Hermione was speechless and turned back to her work.
Parvati suddenly leaned over and asked, "By the way, why is the chocolate Vincent gave you a peacock shape?"
"Well..." Hermione raised the corners of her mouth and showed a sweet smile, "You will know later."
Lavender narrowed his eyes, "Okay, so there is a story."
"Looks like I have to torture you hard~" She screamed and rushed towards Hermione.
Parvati also joined in the fracas.
"Don't...I'm ticklish..."
"How can I torture you if I don't take full advantage of your weakness~"
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The Valentine's Day mood at Hogwarts is undoubtedly joyful.
But for the Ministry of Magic personnel sent to the school, it was just the calm before the next storm.
For Rita Skeeter, the recognized queen of news, this is the most fulfilling day she has had recently.
The Valentine's Day gift from her partner made her very excited, and she even felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction.
Gu Fei's face was flushed with excitement like her. This gift was really important to them.
Two thick stacks of moving magic photos, any one of which could make the headlines in the newspaper.
"Rita, our newspaper office has an opportunity!"
"Editor-in-chief, now you don't regret letting Wayne become a shareholder, do you?"
"No regrets!" Gu Fei laughed loudly, "With these photos, our latest issue of "The Truth" will definitely become a god!"
The most valuable thing about the Prophet is not its newspapers, but its subscription lists throughout the British Isles and even parts of Europe.
Even if the newspaper has been seized by the Ministry of Magic, as long as the list is in hand, the "Daily Prophet" can be published as usual.
Rita raised her hand to adjust her glasses gently, returning to her previous elegant and decent state, "Editor-in-Chief, I plan to publish a new issue of the newspaper tomorrow morning."
Gu Fei calmed down a little, "We can complete the newspaper schedule, but who will deliver it to those who subscribed?"
Rita smiled mysteriously, "Our new shareholders will have a solution."
Guffey nodded and returned his attention to the photo.
There were so many images that touched his soul that he began to worry about which one to choose.
"Editor-in-Chief, I think they should be divided into several issues."
"As you wish, my news queen."
They were all prepared to stay up all night.
But in the early hours of the morning, two mysterious figures appeared in the crowded Diagon Alley.
Today is Valentine's Day, and many stores have decided to close later.
When passing by a Quidditch boutique, one of them stopped in front of the window.
The most conspicuous thing placed inside is the Firebolt, the price of which is negotiable.
"Who could it be..." Although she was wearing a hood, her long brown hair was exposed.
Another person in front turned back and walked towards her, "Just buy it if you like it. You can afford it with your current wealth."
She shook her head, "I was wondering who the person who anonymously gave you one for Christmas was."
It costs tens of thousands of galleons to make a casual move. No matter how rich a rich girl is, she can't do such a thing.
The surrounding air suddenly became sour.
"Let's go quickly."
"Yeah." She followed quietly.
After passing the closed Ollivander's Wand Shop, the two stopped in front of the Owl Post Office.
After checking his eyes, the alder wand and the grapevine wand stretched out the black robe at the same time.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared.
The post office is open 24 hours a day, and the person on duty tonight is holding his chin in a daze out of boredom.
What he didn't know was that two invisible mysterious people had passed by him.
Walking through the corridor to the backyard, there are rows of dilapidated owl huts.
An invisible magical aura enveloped the surroundings, and two figures slowly appeared from the air.
They took off their hoods and finally revealed their faces.
Vincent unzipped his black robe, and Gugu, who had been holding it in for a long time, flapped his little wings and flew up.
Unfortunately, it was too fat and staggered into Hermione's arms.
"It seems you really need to get some alchemy equipment to assist flight."
She picked up Gu Gu and walked to the rows of owl huts.
"Alas -" Vincent sighed helplessly and took out a small cube from his pocket.
Smelling the familiar smell of small dried fish, the owls jumped outside the house.
Isn't this the noble Lord Gugu, and his great wretched scoundrel?
The muscles on Vincent's face were beating wildly, and the hand holding the dried fish couldn't stop trembling.
Although he can't speak it, he can understand owl language.
But for the sake of newspaper distribution, no matter how offensive you are, you have to tolerate it.
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