Chapter 797 The Lovely Curse

Vincent took three baths in total before he was completely clean.

Research and development involves risks, so we must take protective measures next time.

When he returned to the room, Hermione had already sat back on the bed, holding Gugu obediently.

She was nervous, very nervous.

Vincent looked a little embarrassed.

He went to take a shower by himself and asked his girlfriend to wait in the room...

It is indeed easy to think wrongly.

He didn't want her to continue to misunderstand, but explaining would only make things worse.

"Um... did Gugu act as a good guide just now?"

Hermione hugged Gugu tightly in her arms, "Uh... yes."

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

"Really?" Vincent laughed dryly.

"Yes."

He walked to the bed and sat down at a distance from her, "By the way, why did you suddenly come to our house today?"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and stopped dodging his gaze. "Nothing. I just suddenly wanted to come and see you."

Vincent instantly felt guilty, "Sorry, I'm going to be very busy for a while, I should have considered your feelings earlier."

"It's okay." Hermione smiled and approached him, "You call me every day, and I'm not a petty person."

After she said that, Vincent did feel better.

He thought about it and sat down next to her gently.

"Do you have time recently? The Bugatti factory has already built a prototype, and my family is planning to go on vacation to Italy in advance."

Hermione raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said, almost without thinking, "Yes."

Vincent also smiled, "That's great, let's go on vacation to Italy together."

Chris and Jane run their own dental practice, so it should be no problem for them to take time off to go on vacation together.

Hermione, with a face full of expectation, gently leaned her head on his shoulder.

"The Quidditch World Cup qualifiers will be held in Italy next month, right? We can go directly to the game then."

"There's still more than half a month left." Vincent put his arm around her. "By the way, I plan to broadcast the entire World Cup."

"Broadcast?" Hermione was puzzled. "Are you really planning to launch the alchemical communicator now?"

Vincent smiled confidently, "Yes, I will visit the magic governments of various European countries before the preliminaries. I just dealt with that shameless old man Fudge yesterday."

He briefly described Fudge's expression yesterday.

Greedy for power and money, how can the British Ministry of Magic fight against the resurrected Voldemort under the leadership of such a person?

Hermione could imagine what kind of expression Fudge would have when he faced the pure-blood gentlemen and the Alchemy Association who wanted to share the cake after he thought he had completely mastered the magic base station.

"He just stamps the order and doesn't need to do anything else. He can at least take half of the profits, right?"

"Half?" Vincent shook his head, "Half is too much.

The charity fund that old guy set up with old Malfoy was split 70% and 30% of the profits, which was a clear way of putting a knife to the neck of a pure-blood gentleman to rob him of his money."

"Seventy percent of it belongs to Fudge?"

"Whose else could it be?"

Hermione couldn't help but gasp.

I originally thought that Fudge was just a small corrupt official, but I didn't expect that he was a huge corrupt official.

No wonder the British Ministry of Magic is so inefficient. It is either short of manpower or funds every day. This old guy is really shameless.

The two talked about Fudge's "wise" decisions, the first of which was to conceal Quirrell's invasion of Gringotts.

He also promoted the flattering Pink Toad to the position of Senior Deputy Minister, then concealed the fact that Voldemort had appeared, and finally even made Quirrell a scapegoat.

Only report good news, not bad news.

People in the magical world will gradually lose their vigilance, making it easier for wizards with ulterior motives to take advantage of loopholes.

Lockhart is undoubtedly one of them.

When talking about this big liar, Hermione immediately blushed to her neck.

Daring to deceive her when she was still an ignorant girl was a heinous crime.

"This big liar is not even as good as Gugu's little cookie. He is just wasting precious oxygen by staying alive."

Gugu in her arms narrowed his eyes, as if expressing disdain.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

Hermione seemed to understand. "That's right. He will definitely have a stiff neck when sleeping, choke when eating, run out of toilet paper, stay with Dementors every day, and live in Azkaban for the rest of his life."

Vincent listened to her "vicious" curse with a smile.

This is too cute.

He almost laughed until tears came out. "Lockhart would definitely thank you if he knew your curse."

Hermione puffed out her cheeks a little, "Why?"

Vincent stopped laughing and gently touched her head with his hand. "Because compared to other witches, you are already the kindest."

Hermione pouted, "What should I say? He won't be able to get out in his lifetime, or I will definitely give him a good beating."

Vincent patted her forehead and said, "When you become the Minister of Magic, you can deal with him however you want."

He spoke as if the decision had already been made.

Hermione leaned back against his shoulder, "What about you? I remember Grindelwald once ran for election to the International Confederation of Wizards."

That election...

"I'm not interested in being the president." Vincent chuckled and told her a funny story that happened at that time.

"You know the natural Legilimency masters in the American wizarding world, right?"

"Yes, Queenie Goldstein. She is Mr. Scamander's sister-in-law."

"Then you know her husband is a No-Maj - a Muggle."

"I know this too."

Jacob Kowalski, the legendary Chosen One, once visited Hogwarts Castle as a Muggle and even owned a snakewood wand.

His most legendary deed was assassinating Grindelwald in public at a high-end wizard gathering.

What was Grindelwald's identity at that time?

Leader of the Wizarding Party and one of the candidates for president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

And what about Jacob?

The owner of a bakery in the United States...

Not only Grindelwald, but all the wizards present were stunned.

But even in this situation, Jacob successfully cast a weather spell using the snakewood wand.

Although the spell was cast by Eulalie Hicks, the then-Professor of Charms at Hogwarts, the illusion that Muggles could use magic successfully fooled all wizards, including Grindelwald.

As for the mastermind behind this assassination...

Hermione tilted her head and saw Vincent's look of disdain.

"Could it be that Professor Dumbledore planned this?"

"Yes, it was this old man who planned it."

It's just an election, is there any need to be so calculating?

There were conspiracies, assassinations, and even real and fake unicorns.

Vincent stroked her long brown hair with his fingers, "It's not like I can't run for election if you want."

Hermione rubbed her little head against his neck, "Forget it. Professor Dumbledore has probably been expecting you to run for the election."

Vincent agreed and hugged her tighter.

Even if it wasn't him, as long as a wizard with a slightly normal mind ran for election, old Deng would probably resign immediately.

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