Chapter 774 Vincent's perfect performance

After returning to England from Austria, Vincent's mentality changed greatly.

At around 9 o'clock in the evening, he was walking alone on the bustling streets of London. Suddenly, he appeared near Whitehall and soon came to a red telephone booth.

"There's really nothing to worry about..."

The words he left behind vanished in the wind, and he Apparated again in Manchester.

The environment here is beautiful and peaceful, completely free of the hustle and bustle of London.

The dim street lights stretched Vincent's shadow very long. With a faint smile on his face, he strolled into another deserted street with a cane in hand.

"Number 444, this is not an auspicious number..."

The surrounding street lights suddenly flickered violently, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of a brown single-family villa.

The scenery here is more beautiful, giving people a particularly leisurely feeling.

Vincent came to the door and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, the door was opened from the inside.

"Good evening, Uncle Chris."

"Vincent?" Chris, who was wearing glasses, was surprised and looked a little strange.

"Why are you here so late? You didn't even call us in advance."

Vincent stood there politely, "I'm really sorry, did I disturb you?"

Chris turned sideways and said, "That's not the case. Come in quickly."

"Thank you."

Vincent changed into slippers and led him into the living room.

The decoration of Granger's house is very warm and gives people a very comfortable feeling.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows face the backyard, so the view and lighting should be good during the day.

As soon as I walked into the living room, a faint smell of butter wafted over.

Maybe Jane, the dessert master, is making something delicious.

Hermione was the only one in the living room.

She was wearing a white spotted nightgown and sitting on a light blue sofa. She seemed to be slightly out of breath, probably because she had just run out of the room.

She was surprised for a moment when she saw what Vincent was wearing, and then she shyly clutched her nightgown around her legs.

Eric is right. Making girls' eyes light up will make them feel particularly good about you. They really like surprises.

"Vincent?" Jane, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen.

She enthusiastically led Vincent to sit on the other side of the couch and said, "It's hard to find our house, isn't it? You've worked so hard.

Remember to call us in advance next time you come so we can pick you up at the station."

"Excuse me, Aunt Jane, I came here using magic."

Only then did Chris and Jane notice the cane he was holding.

It seems to be called something like illusion. Their daughter can do it too, and he taught her.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger glanced at their beloved daughter who was sitting obediently on the other side of the sofa in tacit understanding.

Just now at dinner she said that she was a little tired from shopping during the day, so she went to her room upstairs to rest at around 8 o'clock.

Now that there are guests coming, there is no need to rush like this. She even put on some simple light makeup.

Are we really just ordinary friends?

The couple smiled meaningfully, looking like experienced people.

Jane winked at Chris and said, "You guys chat first, my cookies are still in the oven."

Chris followed behind tactfully, "I have to go in and get ready too, Vincent, would you like something to drink?"

"Thank you, tea will be fine."

The British generally cannot live without tea throughout the day, and there are many different ways to drink it.

After Chris walked into the kitchen, Hermione, who had been impatient for a long time, sat down over.

"You came here so late, is there something urgent?"

Vincent nodded and shook his head, "It's not urgent, it's mainly because I want to come and see you in person."

Perhaps because they were too close, Hermione's face flushed. "This is not like your style. Did something happen?"

"Yeah." Vincent looked at her evasive gaze and said, "I finally figured out something."

"Is...what is it?"

"I don't want to live a life that's too tiring. I want to live more freely."

Hermione stared into his deep blue eyes.

Doing whatever you want means not having to think too much about the consequences, but it also means being full of uncertainty.

She should hate this kind of person, but she just couldn't hate Vincent.

Vincent smiled at her mischievously, "By the way, your intuition is very accurate."

"What?" Hermione suddenly realized, "Rinyin is coming to England?"

"Yes, he drove a sports car to our house very ostentatiously early this morning."

"Ah?" Hermione's eyes widened, looking extremely excited. "She came here alone? What did she want to see you for? Did she come to England to travel and ask you to be her guide?"

Seeing how nervous she was, Vincent stopped teasing her and said, "Let's talk about cooperation. I don't know who leaked the magic communicator to their family."

Hermione let out a long sigh of relief, "So that's how it is. Then you guys can agree on it - never mind, I'd better not ask."

Vincent noticed a flash of disappointment in her eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, a stronger aroma of butter wafted over.

Not long after, Mr. and Mrs. Granger came in from the kitchen together.

Jane was holding freshly baked cookies and Chris was holding a pot of freshly brewed fruit tea.

"Vincent, come and try Auntie's cooking."

"Thank you." Vincent took the cookies she handed him with both hands.

Jane is indeed a dessert master, the cookies she made were golden in color and not too sweet.

Paired with refreshing fruit tea, it instantly gives people the illusion of being in a leisurely afternoon.

Vincent closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he praised Jane's craftsmanship.

"Aunt Jane, we often get to taste your cooking through Hermione at school, and I am truly honored to taste your freshly baked cookies today."

The fruit tea that Chris made was not left out either, which made the two of them smile happily.

Hermione smiled as she watched the extremely harmonious scene before her.

Vincent has excellent appearance, no bad habits, and a good temper. Her parents should not object.

As she thought about it, her face unconsciously became hot.

She picked up the cup and took a sip of fruit tea, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

"Vincent, I heard that your family acquired the Bugatti car factory. Are you finally going to change your business?"

"Yeah, Uncle Chris, it's getting harder and harder to run a gun store these days. My dad said Congress is drafting a gun ban bill, and it will probably be officially implemented in a few years."

"I've heard the news, too. Eric even called me to complain a while ago."

"Sorry, Uncle Chris, is my dad particularly long-winded?"

"Hahaha - no way, we often go out drinking together on weekends."

Vincent can pick up any topic and is particularly good at chatting, which is a perfect performance.

Hermione looked at him with stars in her eyes and a happy smile on her face.

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