Chapter 733 Further Relationship
As the King of Owls of the British Isles, Gugu needs to be paid for ordering his subordinates to do things.
Fortunately, Vincent was well prepared, otherwise he would have been tricked by it.
What about the little thing that was agreed upon? Did you say that you have a lot of face?
It's all farts!
These days, even owls have learned to talk about benefits. How can someone with a noble status have real benefits?
Fortunately, Vincent's family is rich and he can afford to raise this group of owls.
After you've had enough to eat and drink, it's time to negotiate terms.
There was no bargaining, not because he gave me too much, but because the post office treated me like nothing.
"These vampires!" Hermione looked a little excited.
"Cuckoo!"
She slightly let go of Gugu in her arms and said, "I'm sorry, I just can't imagine what kind of life owls live."
Three meals and lodging are included, but judging from the rows of dilapidated cabins in front of us, it is estimated that the food is barely enough to fill up.
Look at Gugu in her arms, how round he is and how shiny the feathers on his body are.
Compared with the Owl Post Office, the Owlery at Hogwarts is already heaven.
Vincent grimaced.
The salary in the school was raised by him, the school director, out of his own pocket. If it weren't for the purpose of hiding it from the eyes of the Aurors, he wouldn't have come here.
However, in order to take away all the owls, the magical contract between them and the post office must first be released.
"Hmm -" Vincent tapped the wand in his hand with his fingertips and found that the contract between the two parties was seriously unequal, so it was not much more difficult to cancel it.
The blood curse flowing in the blood of the Greengrass family can be broken, so this contract with the Owl Post Office is really a piece of cake.
The alder wand was waved gently towards the owls, and a wave of black magic aura spread out instantly.
Under the influence of black magic, the magic contract was instantly extinguished like a candle.
Vincent lowered his wand, and a delicate wooden cabin poured out from the small cube.
"Come in, everyone. I guarantee the environment inside will be better than here."
The freed owls flew into the cabin one after another.
The environment inside is really good, with mountains, water and single-family villas.
There were 231 in total. When the last Gugu squeezed in, Vincent stretched out his hand towards Hermione.
"We have to go, the post office should find out soon that the deed has been released."
The alder wand also casts a timed spell toward the ground before casting Follower Appearance.
After the two disappeared into the black and white vortex, the activated magic released a large amount of black smoke.
They seem to have some kind of corrosive ability, making everything around them more corrupt.
But the strange thing is that the smoke only touches the range of the Silent Spell, completely eliminating all the magical atmosphere left at the scene of the spell.
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Somewhere on a hillside in the Scottish Highlands,
Two figures emerged from a black and white vortex.
Hermione seemed to have something to say, but she never spoke.
Vincent noticed the confusion on her face, "I learned black magic from another mentor."
He didn't choose to hide it as usual, and the smart Hermione had already guessed who it was.
When it comes to which wizard has the strongest attainments in dark magic, apart from the two Dark Lords, only Dumbledore remains.
Voldemort and Vincent had a hard time dealing with each other, and Dumbledore didn't need to hide it.
So, there is only one name left.
He is the first-generation Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, who once frightened the wizarding world around the world and destroyed the wizarding governments of several countries.
Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.
If it was really him, then everything would make sense.
The French Rozier family used to be his followers, and the British side has been closely watched by the Ministry of Magic due to the fall of Voldemort.
Although the Greengrass family is not an extreme purist, the kindness of lifting the blood curse alone is not enough for them to repay it to this day.
If Vincent is Grindelwald's apprentice, then it is a matter of course to have the support of these two families.
"It seems you have guessed it."
Hermione took a deep breath and quickly calmed down, "You are not a cold-blooded person. I know you must have your own ideas."
Vincent waved his wand, turning the dirt beneath his feet into a fluffy blanket.
He sat down and said, "Some things are beyond my control."
Hermione felt a circle of magic fluctuations around her, isolating the outside world, and knew that a silent spell had been placed here.
She sat opposite with some relief,
"I have read a lot of comments about Gellert Grindelwald. It is true that the wizarding party he led once caused great damage to the wizarding world, but his original starting point was indeed for the future of wizards."
Vincent thought of the past a hundred years ago.
“Your assessment is very fair.
Objectively speaking, I don't dislike Grindelwald's ideas, but he still failed in the end, and the current magical world..."
Muggle technology is developing, and sooner or later hidden wizards will be discovered.
Then continue to fool with magic?
Who can guarantee that it will always work?
Once a war breaks out between the two sides, what will be the final outcome?
Hermione felt a little suffocated inexplicably, "You...have you been thinking about these things?"
Vincent laughed at himself, "Thanks to those three bad old men, I have endured pressure that I shouldn't have to bear at my age."
"Three people?" Hermione was so surprised that she covered her mouth again.
If one of them was Nico Flamel, the last one could only be Dumbledore.
But according to history, he defeated Grindelwald, how could this be possible...
Vincent took out a tea set from the small cube, "Did it subvert your three views? My reaction was the same as yours."
"What on earth are they-" Hermione suddenly shook her head, "Don't tell anyone, it will be a disaster if others find out."
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you say it." Vincent shrugged, "No one would believe it anyway."
He opened the lid of the teapot, grabbed a handful of tea leaves and put it in, "Besides, Professor Dumbledore doesn't care about this."
Hermione took out some snacks from the small cube and set them out.
She reached out to take the tea cup and took a sip, "Actually, I don't care, I really don't care."
Vincent picked up a piece of strawberry cake with a fork, "The stories about these two bad old men are all cliche plots, and they are much more outrageous than you think."
Hermione put down the tea cup and looked at him extremely seriously, "I don't care about your relationship with Grindelwald."
"Pfft -" Vincent choked.
Hermione quickly came over and patted his back, "Are you okay? Do you want some black tea?"
He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.
These words are too bold and too straightforward.
That was Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who once plunged the global wizarding world into a huge crisis.
Vincent calmed down slightly, his eyes extremely serious and focused, "You really don't care?"
Hermione stopped what she was doing and put her hands gently on his shoulders.
Her eyes were a little complicated and a little evasive.
But when she met Vincent's eyes, she was filled with unprecedented determination, "I don't care what you are going to do or what you will ultimately bring to the world.
What I really care about is you, the Vincent Wayne who took me on a night tour of Hogwarts Castle. "
The distance between the two is within touching distance.
Vincent looked at her face close at hand and slowly moved closer.
Hermione's little hands slipped from his shoulders, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Her big bright eyes were looking forward to something.
However, Vincent suddenly stopped and raised his wand high.
Above the night sky, two dementors who couldn't understand the atmosphere were immediately swatted away by the patron saint of Suanni.
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