Chapter 770 How Accurate is a Woman's Intuition

On the first day of summer vacation, the Wayne family had a rare guest.

Vincent was studying the magic circuit of the magic cannon upstairs when he was suddenly distracted by the roar of a sports car engine.

Oxford Street is bustling with people during the day. Who on earth is so daring and bold enough to drive in without slowing down?

He stuck his head out of the window and saw a familiar burgundy Japanese GT-R parked at the door downstairs of his house.

A woman’s sixth sense shouldn’t be that accurate, right?

The driver's door opened, and Rin Yin, dressed in a leather jacket, got out of the car gracefully, reaching out to casually touch her messy long hair.

Vincent upstairs was dumbfounded.

Linyin raised her head as if she sensed something, and was also dumbfounded.

Is it a time-space confusion? But today is indeed June 1994, 6.

Vincent upstairs and Rinne downstairs stared at each other for a full minute.

Evelin came to the door at this time, “Rinyin? It turned out to be you, why didn’t you call us in advance when you came to England?”

Linyin turned her neck stiffly and looked at her, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wayne, I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Evelin led her into the house enthusiastically, “No way, our house has always been so quiet, you don’t know how much I hope to have guests.”

The first time she walked into Wayne's gun shop, Linyin was slightly surprised by the various models of guns and cannons, but she was never stunned like she was when she saw Vincent just now.

After all, he is the heir to a big family, so he does have some psychological quality.

Until Vincent came down from upstairs.

That kind of height that requires looking up to look up cannot be achieved in just over a year.

This must be an abnormal situation!

Linyin was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea, and kept thinking about what method Vincent across from her had used.

A potion? A spell? A transfiguration?

Vincent was also thinking about why she came.

Even if he wanted to have a final frenzy before taking over the family business, there was no need to come all the way to England to find him, right?

Also, how did she know my home address?

Damn rich people!

Mr. and Mrs. Wayne sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so they walked to the door and turned the sign over to "Closed."

"Okay, just say whatever you want to say."

Eric continued to maintain his guns, and Evelyn continued to read her novel.

Linyin took a sip of red tea, "What method did you use?"

"Time-turner."

"Ah?" Her expression suddenly became horrified.

Vincent twitched his lips, "What's there to be afraid of? Don't you have this thing in Japan?"

Linyin didn't care about the hot tea and took a big sip to calm herself down.

"Yes, but it is a magical item strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic, and even I have only heard of the terrible consequences of using it."

She leaned in closer to Vincent and looked him over, "How long have you been using it?"

"Four years."

"No accidents?"

"I wouldn't be sitting here even if I had."

Linyin sat back calmly, but the horror in her eyes had not completely disappeared.

"You British are so brave. Playing with time will cost you dearly."

Vincent smiled and said nothing.

The price of playing with time is indeed serious. He has "aged" four years because of it.

Linyin was speechless and drank the remaining half cup of black tea in one gulp.

The research on time magic began in Europe very early, but apart from that mysterious ancient country in the East, no other country has conducted more in-depth research.

After all, an improper operation will not only cause a major change in history, but also cause existing people to disappear, or people who did not exist to appear.

Vincent poured Linyin a cup of black tea. "By the way, why did you come to England? Didn't we agree to meet in Italy next month?"

Rinyin took out an envelope from the small bag she carried with her, "Because of this."

There were several still photos in the envelope, and Vincent looked through them carefully one by one.

The first one is the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts, with several Gryffindor players training on broomsticks in the sky.

The second photo is still of the court, but closer to a player with his head lowered.

The third photo zooms in on him again, and one can vaguely see a curtain of light in front of him.

The fourth one was particularly blurry, but the red under the helmet guard was particularly eye-catching, and the light curtain seemed to magically form a human face.

Vincent put down the photo and held up the magic communicator on his wrist. "Is this what you are talking about?"

Rinyin watched without blinking as he gently touched the rough black bracelet, and when a magical light screen was projected through it, she was so surprised that she covered her mouth.

The light curtain flashed a few times, and finally formed a red reminder of "No Signal".

Vincent did not feel embarrassed at all. He looked calmly at Eric who was maintaining his gun.

"Dad, why did you turn off my magic base station again?"

Eric looked up and rolled his eyes at him, “Who told you to put it in the garage.

That thing glowed all night, and if I hadn't turned it off last night, the neighbors would have thought we had aliens in our house."

Vincent left Rinne, who was looking confused, and went to the garage to activate the magic base station.

When he came back, he gently touched the magic communicator on his wrist again.

The light curtain formed a rotating white circle, which turned a few times and slowly turned into a simple interface.

The names and avatars of my friends are arranged neatly, but they are all gray.

Vincent reached out and touched Hermione's name on the screen, and the entire interface was left with only her enlarged portrait.

The red text "Communication failed" appeared, and the interface jumped back to the neatly arranged names and avatars just now.

Even without a complete demonstration, Rinyin was already stunned.

"This..." She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "Is this the great invention you mentioned that can overturn traditional alchemy?"

Vincent slid the light screen to the right to make it disappear. "You Jingu family are quite powerful. You actually found out about this surprise in advance from the students of our school."

Linyin ignored his teasing and stared at the magic communicator on his wrist.

Muggle cell phones can only perform calls, but this alchemical device can even perform video calls.

Once it becomes widely popular, traditional alchemy will completely become history.

Rinyin was still trying to adjust her breathing rhythm. "This time I came to England, not only because I was curious and wanted to see the real thing, but also to discuss cooperation with you on behalf of the Jingu family."

She picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp, her emotions calming down a little. "No matter what conditions you put forward, our Jingu family will agree to them."

The construction of a magic base station requires a partner with sufficient strength in the Muggle world. This will not only allow for faster deployment but also avoid the supervision of the Ministry of Magic.

The Jingu family was naturally Vincent's first choice, but he had originally planned to discuss cooperation with them next month.

Since we have heard the news in advance, let's start making plans now.

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