Chapter 812 Wayne and Son

Not long after the royal blue Bugatti returned to the hotel, the black and silver ones also returned.

When Vincent walked out of the elevator carrying the carefully prepared dish, Eric, who was leaning in the corridor, gave him a thumbs up meaningfully.

He couldn't help feeling confused by his old father's inexplicable behavior.

It can't be without reason. Could it be that he was seen just now?

Just see it, it’s not like we’re having a secret relationship.

Vincent walked past Eric and stopped in front of Hermione's room.

As soon as I knocked for the first time, the door was opened from the inside.

Hermione looked expectantly at the plate covered in his hands.

She could faintly smell the sweet aroma of seafood and a unique and pleasant spice.

"What's inside?"

“Seafood fried rice and kebabs.”

Eric watched the two people enter the room and shook his head in disappointment.

It was just a French kiss, left over from his youth.

The progress is so slow. If it were him back then, he would have done everything he needed to do several times over.

After dinner,

Vincent walked out of Hermione's room and found his old father still leaning in the corridor.

It is impossible that she came here specially to wait for him, so there is only one truth.

"Dad, were you kicked out by mom again?"

Eric was furious. "What do you mean again? I've never been kicked out before."

Vincent looked at him suspiciously, "Dad, do you dare to swear to the Queen?"

Eric, with a livid face, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Since you've figured it out, come with me upstairs for a drink."

The father and son took the elevator to the open-air bar on the top floor of the hotel.

The environment here is quite good and you can overlook the whole city.

The two found a seat near the corner and sat down.

As soon as the waiter put down the menu, Eric pushed it to Vincent without even looking at it. "A bottle of 12-year-old Johnnie Walker, no ice, thank you."

Vincent took a quick look and ordered some fish and chips, and also thoughtfully ordered a steak and pasta.

People who often drink whiskey know a saying, "sweet goes with fresh, spicy goes with salty, and Solvay goes with everything."

Whether you are a whisky super fan or a beginner, it is hard to resist the British gentleman walking with a cane.

Without waiting too long, the waiter brought a long rectangular bottle of 12-year-old Johnnie Walker.

The trademark of the wine bottle is an eye-catching tilted design, and a walking British gentleman is printed on the bottle below the trademark.

Vincent took the initiative to unscrew the cork and poured a little into each of their glasses.

"cheers."

The taste of the wine is soft but mellow, especially sweet, and has the typical peat and smoky flavors of Scottish whisky.

But before I could savor it carefully, the smooth wine had already slid down my throat.

After one glass, Eric poured more wine into their glasses.

After Vincent clinked glasses with him again, he did not drink it immediately. Instead, he held the bottle in front of him.

"Dad, you should eat something first."

Drinking on an empty stomach is extremely bad for the body. Feeling warm in his heart, Eric quickly put down the wine glass that was already raised to his mouth.

He said nothing, just swirled his glass gently.

Wayne and his son actually have quite similar personalities, and neither of them would reveal their thoughts easily.

A few minutes later, the waiter came again.

Seeing the quiet atmosphere, she put the food on the tray on the table and left.

Eric picked up the knife and fork, "Let me fill my stomach first, don't drink all the wine."

Vincent smiled and said, "Dad, do you think I can drink another bottle?"

"Of course you can." Eric rolled up a large handful of pasta with his fork. "Hermione told us that you often go to the bar outside the school to drink on weekends."

The smile on Vincent's face gradually disappeared, "It's all Sirius' fault. He always asks me to drink with him."

Eric swallowed the pasta in his mouth and said, "Sirius is the prison escapee from last year, right?

Hermione said he could turn into a big black dog, or did you bring him back to school?"

"Yeah." Vincent curled his lips, raised his glass and took a sip, "Why does she tell you everything?"

Eric rolled his eyes. "How dare you say that? If it weren't for her, we wouldn't know how you were doing in school."

Knowing he was in the wrong, Vincent said nothing and drank the rest of the wine in the glass.

He didn't blame Hermione for telling her parents about her affairs. After all, both her and her parents' original intention was to care about him.

What really made him depressed was Trelawney's damn prophecy.

If it weren't for this damn thing, he wouldn't have to hide so many things, and even take away some of the memories of his parents and Gugu.

If his relationship with Grindelwald were ever exposed, he would definitely be met with a strong backlash from the global magical governments, and would go from being a rising star in the wizarding world to being the most dangerous person.

Eric held down his hand as he poured wine into his glass, "Don't blame Hermione, she's a good girl, we just want to get to know you better."

Vincent shook his head gently, "I don't blame her, it's just that I..."

He hesitated several times, "There are some things she may not have told you, but I promise I will tell you everything in the future."

Eric let go of his hand, "Is it worse than the fight I had with your mother?"

"Much more serious."

"Tsk..." Eric rolled up a handful of pasta again, "Just take care of yourself, kid. I'm not old enough for you to worry about me."

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Indeed, the old father came from the special forces and had a wide network of contacts. A wizard with normal thinking would not come to cause trouble.

As for those with abnormal brain circuits...

Vincent thought of Gugu's special flight suit.

With the help of the mana storage device in alchemy, Muggles should be able to use it normally for a short period of time.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly and he poured some wine into his glass.

"Dad, are you thirsty?"

"You have good eyesight." Eric raised his glass and clinked it with his.

After the father and son finished their second cup, they started talking.

"Dad, so how did you make Mom angry again?"

"No, I didn't. I just said that every piece of clothing she tried on was beautiful, and she got angry and said that I was just trying to fool her and that I must think everything she wears looks the same."

Vincent was surprised, "Just because of such a small matter?"

Eric laughed dryly, "Yeah, when you get married in the future, you will experience how long a couple can quarrel over a trivial matter."

Vincent shrugged nonchalantly, "Dad, I'm a wizard. What you consider trivial matters are nothing to me."

Eric gritted his teeth and forked up a large piece of steak. "You are quite capable, kid."

"of course."

Vincent, who didn't believe in superstition, didn't take his sarcasm seriously at all.

It's just a little disagreement between husband and wife, it doesn't mean they can't live anymore.

An occasional quarrel does not necessarily hurt feelings. It can actually enhance feelings if you keep a proper sense of proportion.

Besides, Hermione is not one of those fairies from her previous life.

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