Chapter 775 You Will Be My Boyfriend From Now On

We ate desserts, drank tea and chatted until it was soon 11 o'clock in the evening.

When Mr. and Mrs. Granger saw their daughter's reaction, they knew that Vincent must have come to see her for something important.

Chris and Jane looked at each other and each found an excuse to leave the living room to themselves.

The atmosphere suddenly became eerily quiet.

Vincent put down his teacup and rubbed his bloated belly.

"Why don't we go for a walk?"

Hermione uttered a soft "hmm" and followed him to her backyard.

Dentists in the UK generally have high incomes, and the Granger family has their own clinic, and the environment in their private backyard is much better than that of Wayne's home.

Moreover, the area is particularly large and is surrounded by lush flowers, making it a great place for taking a walk and digesting food.

Vincent, who was walking slowly in front, suddenly turned back.

“I went to Austria before coming here.”

Hermione stood there blankly, her eyes full of disbelief.

There is a very heavily fortified fortress in Austria, which holds a dark lord who once terrorized the global wizarding world.

She looked extremely nervous, and looked at him with concern, "Are you okay? Did those anti-invasion spells hurt you?"

"Of course not." Vincent opened his hands. "If you don't believe me, you can come and check it out."

Hermione blushed and turned her head away, "I believe you."

She saw him put his hands down from the corner of her eye, and then she turned her head back, "You are still in the mood to joke. It seems that the Austrian Ministry of Magic has not discovered you."

He was able to arrive at Nurmengard quietly, and he really had a lot of cards up his sleeve.

She was not surprised and even thought it was a matter of course.

Vincent chuckled softly, "Let's not stand there."

He pointed to a wooden bench not far away and said, "Shall we talk over there?"

Hermione nodded slightly and came to sit next to him on the bench.

The two were very close, but there was always something between them.

Vincent placed his hands on the chair and looked up at the stars twinkling in the dark night sky. "I talked a lot with my teacher, and he gave me one last lesson."

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.

These things should be kept absolutely confidential, but he chose to speak out now.

She stared at his profile with great concentration, as if trying to see something.

"My teacher said that I am becoming more and more like Professor Dumbledore. I am always restrained in doing things."

Vincent suddenly turned his head and looked into her amber eyes. "I think he is right. I really should eliminate all threats to me as soon as possible."

Hermione's heart was pounding and her head was a little dizzy.

She clutched the nightgown on her legs tightly. "He... Grindelwald is too extreme. Do you really think what he said is right?"

"Yes." Vincent's eyes did not leave hers, and he was very relaxed.

"Because I inherited everything from him, not only the profound magic, but also his and Professor Dumbledore's original dream."

These two big guys actually had the same dream?

Hermione was once again surprised.

She quickly recalled the life story of Grindelwald, which she had spent a lot of time and energy to collect some time ago.

This Dark Lord is one of the few true prophets in the wizarding world and can predict what major events will happen in the future.

He saw the outbreak of World War II and the nuclear bomb that ended the war.

The reason why the wizarding party wants to rule Muggles is because of his ability to predict the future.

Combined with Vincent's dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic and the Statute of Secrecy, this so-called original dream is likely to eliminate the long-standing conflicts between wizards and Muggles.

At least the two sides can coexist peacefully and no longer be hostile to each other.

In order to achieve this, Vincent is destined to stand against most wizards.

Hermione raised her head and looked directly into his deep blue eyes.

The price of writing a new chapter of peaceful coexistence between wizards and Muggles may be unimaginably high.

She loosened her tightly clenched hands and said, "Don't worry, I will never be a burden to you."

Vincent was stunned.

It seems that everyone has made up their mind.

He tilted his head and looked at her with slanted eyes, "I might get you into trouble and shatter your dream of becoming a minister."

Hermione leaned towards him, "I don't care."

"I know." Vincent also turned sideways, "But I care."

The two were very close, so close that they could see themselves in each other's eyes.

Hermione blushed and looked away, but quickly looked back, "Vincent, I actually..."

Her voice became quieter and quieter until it could no longer be heard.

Vincent reached out his hand and stroked her long hair that fell on her shoulders with his fingertips. "What a coincidence, I've actually liked you for a long time."

Hermione looked stunned, but soon it became a matter of course.

There is no need to test each other anymore.

She raised her slightly trembling little hand and gently placed it against Vincent's face, as if confirming something.

Dreams don’t feel this real, so all of this is not an illusion.

Vincent suddenly grabbed her little hand, and she was so scared that she subconsciously wanted to pull it back.

But he pressed the little hand that was trying to escape tightly against his chest, "I'm telling the truth, you can listen to it again."

"Yeah." Hermione, with a shy face, carefully put her ear against his strong chest.

She whispered to herself, "What is our relationship now?"

Vincent hugged her gently, his fingertips gently resting on her soft back, "A couple. To be more precise, a couple who have just confirmed their relationship."

Hermione rubbed her little head against his chest, "Then you will be my boyfriend from now on, right?"

"Yes." Vincent released his other hand that was holding hers and gently stroked her little head buried in his arms. "Do you have any other questions?"

Hermione put her arms around his waist, raised her head and smiled sweetly, "No, now I just want to hold you quietly."

She buried her face in Vincent's neck and enjoyed the scent of him.

Her current performance is simply like a larger version of Crookshanks.

Vincent's eyes were gentle as he continued to stroke her little head.

I don’t know how long it had been, but a soft cough suddenly sounded behind the two people who were snuggling on the bench.

Hermione sat up suddenly as if in reaction to stress.

When she saw that it was her father, she froze as if the computer had crashed.

Chris glanced at Vincent meaningfully, "I didn't mean to disturb you, but it's almost dawn now, so I came to remind you."

"Really?" Hermione stood up pretending to be calm, "Where's Mom? Has she returned to her room?"

"Just got back. She asked me to come here to remind you."

Hermione trotted over to him, "Dad, let's go back and rest."

She pushed Chris towards the house, and after a few steps she turned back and glared at Vincent shyly, as if hinting at something.