Chapter 824: Being teased again

After coming out of the Greek Ministry of Magic, Vincent and Hermione saw that it was still early, so they returned to Athens for a good stroll.

We will follow the Corinth Canal to the scenic town of Nafplio on the Peloponnese Peninsula, take a look at the Acropolis of Mycenae from afar, and then arrive at the Epidaurus Amphitheatre.

Athens is worthy of being the cradle of Western civilization, and every place in it has thousands of years of history.

Tired from strolling around, the two walked into a huge semicircular open-air theater surrounded by lush green plants and sat on seats that were carved out of the rock and resembled steps.

Vincent took out a box of strawberry ice cream that he had just bought in town.

Thanks to the magic of preservation, the ice cream did not melt at all.

He first scooped half a spoonful for Hermione.

"what about the taste?"

“Exceptionally delicious!”

Taking a bite of icy ice cream in the hot summer feels like holding the whole summer in your hands.

Vincent scooped himself a spoonful.

Fresh strawberries are really delicious, and the ice cream has not been hardened, so the soft texture is particularly delicate, round and smooth.

Just like that, you took a spoon, I took a spoon, and the two of us quietly looked at the tourists below taking pictures.

As she looked, Hermione suddenly turned her head and looked at Vincent.

She gently slid the magic communicator on her wrist and secretly took a photo of him.

Seeing that he didn't seem to notice, she secretly took a few more photos with a look of delight on her face.

She turned slightly to the side, raised her hand carefully, and aimed the magic communicator at her own face and his profile.

After the photoshoot, she looked back anxiously.

Vincent still didn't seem to notice, so she contentedly turned off the camera function, a smug smile on her lips, and gently leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Which country are we going to tomorrow?"

"Denmark and Finland." Vincent finished the last bite of ice cream.

Hermione stared at the empty box and suddenly realized something.

"Have you noticed that I was taking pictures of you?"

Vincent patted her head and said, "Please, I upgraded your magic communicator myself, how could I not have noticed it?"

Hermione pouted slightly, "It must be because I moved too much."

In fact, he had noticed it from the beginning, but since it was rare for him to see his girlfriend's cute side, he pretended not to notice the whole time.

Now she looks quite cute with her little mouth pouting.

Vincent turned on the camera function of the magic communicator on his wrist and took a photo openly before she could react.

Hermione puffed up her cheeks, "Why are you taking pictures of me too?"

"No way." Vincent shook his wrist gently, "I'm bidding openly and honestly."

He took several more pictures in a row, which made Hermione so angry that she stretched out her little hand to grab the magic communicator on his wrist.

Vincent was not paying attention and was pushed down onto the stone steps by her.

The two looked at each other, and a subtle atmosphere filled the air.

Hermione sat up with a red face, looking evasively at the tourists around her.

It was in public, luckily no one noticed.

Seeing that she was no longer shy, Vincent also sat up.

He didn't feel awkward at all, instead he smirked and leaned close to her ear, "Should we go back to the hotel?"

The blush spread from her ears to her neck.

She lowered her head and subconsciously said "hmm".

But soon, she widened her eyes and put her hands in front of her body to protect herself, "Are you...are you going to do something to me?"

Vincent raised his hand with the magic communicator and blinked at her innocently. "No, you are just thinking the wrong thing."

Hermione finally realized that she had just been secretly photographed again.

It's really mean that she is always bullied.

Those photos must be ugly and must be deleted somehow.

Her bright big eyes flickered, and suddenly she put her little hand on Vincent's shoulder.

He paused, "Uh...are you angry?"

Hermione shook her head, moved closer to him, and blew gently into his ear.

Vincent shuddered.

Something was wrong, his girlfriend couldn't possibly be so proactive.

Hermione put her rosy lips against his ear, "You seem to be going a little too far lately."

"Uh...actually I..." Vincent just opened his mouth when she pushed him down on the stone steps again.

Hermione placed her small hand gently on his solid chest.

She looked down at him, her eyes full of cunning, "Mr. Wayne, if you do too many bad things, you will be punished."

Vincent was trying to support himself and sit up, but his hand was held down tightly by her other little hand.

Before he could react, the magic communicator on his wrist had been taken off.

Hermione waved her hands triumphantly, "You're not thinking the wrong thing, are you?"

I was teased again.

As soon as Vincent sat up, she got up and walked to the stone steps above.

"Mr. Wayne, are you going to chase me?"

He chased after him without saying a word.

Before Hermione could run a few steps, he hugged her tightly from behind.

She didn't resist, "Isn't your way of pursuing girls too rough?"

Vincent gently let go of her, "I was just afraid you would fall."

After more than 2500 years, although none of the stone steps and seats of the Darus Open Air Theater have been damaged, their surfaces have long been pitted.

Hermione is still wearing high heels, and if she runs too fast she will easily fall.

Vincent's thoughtfulness made her feel warm inside.

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She turned around, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the face, "Thank you."

She bent down and put the magic communicator back on his wrist.

"I've returned the items to you, but you must not let anyone else see the photos inside."

Vincent reached out to help her tidy up her messy hair. "Don't worry, I don't want others to see your cutest look."

Hermione smiled and took his arm, "Let's go back to the hotel later. I want to visit Mykonos."

Mykonos is a small island in the Aegean Sea of Greece. It is surrounded by the sea and has beautiful scenery. It is called "the island closest to paradise" by tourists.

Vincent looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost evening now..."

Seeing Hermione pouting slightly, he immediately changed his tone and said, "It's nice to watch the sunset over there. Let's go."

Even without blue sky and white clouds, there is still red clouds in the sky.

The two quickly left the Darus Amphitheater and then Apparated onto a beach.

In ancient Greek mythology, the Aegean Sea was once the place where the holy war took place between Zeus and the Titans.

The remains of one of the defeated Titans fell into the sea and formed the present-day island of Mykonos.

Hermione took off her high heels and walked barefoot on the beach.

The soft sand is like a baby's skin, delicate and warm.

She turned to look at Vincent who was squatting behind her and rolling up his trouser legs, "Are you okay?"

"Almost there." Vincent took off his shoes and trotted over.

The two held hands tightly and walked on the beach together.

The waves gently lap against the soles of my feet, and the blue sea in the distance gradually turns orange.