Chapter 828: Neither Holy, Nor Roman, Nor Imperial

The two hours passed really quickly, and it was obvious that the Madago cats did not have enough fun.

After a few minutes of coaxing, Vincent and Hermione were finally able to hand the restaurant back to the owner.

There were quite a lot of people watching outside, and it was too conspicuous to walk back to the French Ministry of Magic from Place Faustinbourg.

"Meow--"

Just when the two were in distress, the cats said not to worry, they could go back in an inconspicuous way.

Vincent opened the door of the restaurant hesitantly, and the reluctant little cuties ran outside quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A little girl of about seven or eight years old came up to him timidly and asked, "Excuse me, why are those cute kittens running away?"

Hermione, who knew a little French, answered for him, "Because they all have homes."

She leaned over and gently stroked the girl's head. "Now that you're full and have had enough fun, the cats know it's time to go home."

The girl nodded, not quite understanding, "Will they appear again?"

Hermione looked back at Vincent and smiled, "Of course, it will be your turn to accompany them next time."

Amid the girl's excitement and people's puzzled eyes, she and Vincent left the restaurant and walked towards the bustling streets of Paris.

"Where do we go next?"

"Hmm - Versailles? Notre Dame? The Champs-Elysees? The Louvre? Or the Eiffel Tower?"

Hermione held Vincent's hand tightly, "We have the whole afternoon, why don't we go through it all?"

"Okay."

The first stop for the two was the Grand Arc de Triomphe, followed by the Louvre, which was not far away.

Like the British Museum, many of the Louvre's collections were looted during wars.

But compared to the barbaric and brutal Britain, France relies more on trade.

Vincent and Hermione went in and took a quick look around, finally stopping in front of the museum's treasure, the Mona Lisa painting.

Even through the thick glass, both of them could tell it was a museum-quality replica.

But this does not mean that the Louvre is counterfeiting. Many precious works of art are generally not exhibited to the public.

Looking at the imitation in front of him, Vincent recalled an interesting story about its author, Leonardo da Vinci.

The smile he couldn't hide made Hermione curious, "What on earth makes you so happy?"

Vincent quickly glanced around, then leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you remember that Leonardo da Vinci was once considered a wizard by the Romans?"

Hermione smiled knowingly, "Remember, even real wizards have to admit that he is an absolute genius."

Leonardo da Vinci was born in 1452 and his full name is Leonardo di Piero da Vinci.

His name literally means "man from Vinci" in Italian, with "Leonardo da Vinci" referring to his birthplace, the town of Vinci.

He is knowledgeable, versatile, and proficient in almost all major fields.

Painting, music, architecture, mathematics, geometry, anatomy, physiology, zoology, botany, astronomy, meteorology, geology, geography, physics, optics, mechanics, civil engineering, etc.

Not only is he proficient in these areas, he has even achieved remarkable results in these areas.

As for why he was mistaken for a wizard, it was because he had stayed in Rome for some time when he was old.

The Holy Roman Empire at that time was neither holy nor Roman nor an empire. The internal divisions caused by the Reformation led to increasingly powerful local political powers, and the emperor did not even have real centralized power.

In such a social environment, many of the things studied by the extremely low-key Leonardo da Vinci became like magic in the eyes of the Romans.

Harnessing solar energy through concave mirrors to boil water?

A movable swivel bridge?

An armored vehicle with wheels driven by cranks?

A triple-barreled cannon mounted on a carriage?

Even real wizards couldn't understand it, let alone the Romans who transformed from ignorant country bumpkins into nouveau riche who indulged in elegance and luxury.

Through this funny incident, Vincent and Hermione recalled their experiences over the past week.

Although they all succeeded in coming together, some of the heads of magical governments are just like the Romans of the past.

Will the signal from the magic base station spread disease?

Will televisions and computers made based on alchemy lower your IQ?

Do magical projections produce Muggle electromagnetic radiation?

They pretend to know everything and talk nonsense. If it weren't for Hermione's strong persuasion, Vincent would have blacklisted them all.

Fortunately, the “Romans” were a very small minority, and after patient explanation they no longer continued to utter anti-intellectual remarks.

The two of them sighed for a moment, then walked around the Louvre and came to the Avenue de Triomphe outside, which is the famous Champs-Elysees.

The streets here are lined with green trees, the sidewalks are very wide, and the shop buildings are not too tall.

Because of its elegant Haussmann style architecture, it is called "Les Halles".

The Champs-Elysées is not only the first avenue in France, but also a world-famous commercial street.

There were countless clothing stores, perfume stores, watch stores, and luxury car showrooms. Vincent even found a small Bugatti showroom.

The royal blue Bugatti EB110SS lay quietly on the burgundy display stand, and next to it was an all-black EB112 four-door coupe.

In a few months, the show car inside will be replaced by the legendary Bugatti Veyron.

Facing this new speed legend, Ferrari and McLaren can only follow behind and eat dust.

Vincent and Hermione were in a good mood and decided to go for a stroll.

The Champs-Elysées, like Milan, is very attractive to women.

Hermione bought a lot of cosmetics. When she was pulling Vincent towards the flagship store of "Donkey Brand", a pleasant but not very smooth voice called them.

"Wayne? Are you Vincent Wayne?"

Vincent turned around in confusion and saw a girl with half of her face covered by a baseball cap.

She was wearing a casual and comfortable yellow dress and holding a very cute little girl's hand.

But what was strange was that the little girl's bright silver eyes were fixed on Vincent, as if she knew him.

Vincent had no impression of her at all. He looked at the girl and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

The girl took off her baseball cap, revealing a beautiful and delicate face.

The little girl looked somewhat similar to her, but their eyes and waist-length hair were a very rare silver color.

Hermione subconsciously tightened her hand around Vincent's arm and watched them approach step by step with vigilant eyes.

"Miss Delacour?" Vincent gave her a reassuring look.

"I can actually bump into you guys here by chance. France is really small."

The Delacour sisters chuckled at the same time.

Originally, my sister was enough to attract the men's attention after taking off her baseball cap, but this smile made them stunned in place.

Furong introduced her sister to him, "Wayne, this is my biological sister, Gabrielle."

Vincent also introduced Hermione to her, "Miss Delacour, this is Hermione Granger, my girlfriend."

After a few simple words, the four of them clearly felt that the atmosphere around them was not right.

Although half-blooded Veela cannot transform into harpies like pure-blooded Veela, their natural charm is still irresistible to male wizards even after the stunning beauty and ability to make men obsessed inherited from their mother have been diluted and weakened.

Fleur and Gabrielle were both quarter Veela, and if they continued like this, the male Muggles on the street would surely become reckless and impulsive.

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