Rita didn't have any pounds on her.

And she doesn't seem like someone who would pay Muggles.

"Don't forget to break the confusion spell." Vincent said to her leaving figure.

The clerk's eyes are no longer dull.

"Please add two more strawberry ice creams."

One person eats two portions and doesn’t finish them, but he still needs two more portions?

When the clerk went to prepare, the store door was opened from the outside.

This is a young man in his early twenties.

He has medium-length black hair that is shawl, and his black and gray striped suit is embroidered with gold rose patterns.

Vincent looked at him sitting opposite him.

"You are Wayne, right?

I'm Devine Rozier."

He didn't seem to want to communicate too much, "I will go to the Greengrass house with you."

If you show reluctance, you must be forced by your family.

“The ice cream here is delicious.”

Devine frowned slightly, "Wayne, I don't want to know how you met Aunt Vida, nor what kind of relationship you have.

I just want to resolve this matter as soon as possible, is that okay?"

"Ho--" A cold snort came from behind him.

The blond Victor floated next to him like a ghost,

"Rozier brat, is your time valuable?"

Devine's pupils shrank instantly.

Approaching quietly, with an ominous aura surrounding him.

"Vampire?" He looked at the gradually reddening eyes beside him, "You dare to appear here in broad daylight, you are not from Europe, are you?"

"Stop your pride." Victor's eyes turned blue again, "The world is a big place, and Europe is no longer the center."

There are wizards all over the world, and Europe was once the center because it was the birthplace of the wand.

As hundreds of years passed, each place developed its own unique wandology.

Regardless of whether they accept it or not, the level of wizards in various countries is gradually narrowing the gap.

Devine narrowed his eyes and looked at Vincent across from him.

If it was because of his initial attitude that he showed off his power as soon as they met, at least he could come to a conclusion that was not simple.

ice cream?

After thanking the clerk, Vincent pushed two strawberry ice creams in front of the two of them.

"I won't take you too long, Mr. Rosier."

Not simple, very not simple.

Ordinary children with such a halo above their heads will be more or less arrogant in their character.

"Wayne, I'm very sorry for my behavior." After Dwayne finished speaking, Victor looked away.

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It's a bit like superiors and subordinates, but why should a twelve-year-old wizard?

"Long time no see, Victor."

"Indeed, I thought you would put Europe last."

"It's just preparation in advance."

Devi absently scooped up a small scoop of ice cream.

The sweetness is moderate and the proportion of cream is not too high.

"He'll be happy to know."

Vincent smiled and shook his head, "I don't think so. After all, I'm just making a small fuss now."

Victor picked up the spoon and said, "Rome was not built in a day. It was like this for everyone in the beginning."

Not superiors and subordinates, more like partners.

With a vampire?

Wait—Victor?

Victor D. Bullard?

Head of the Americas region of the Umbilical Party?

Devine almost choked on the ice cream in his mouth.

He coughed twice, and a napkin suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Thank you." His eyes changed when he looked at Vincent.

Carefully, without the initial pride.

"The Rozier kid——" Victor scooped up a big, round ball of ice cream.

"I don't want to know about Vader's relationship with you, nor do I want to know what you think.

I just want to be able to live here peacefully, is that okay?"

"N-no problem."

The Death Eaters were a loose organization united by Voldemort's intimidation, while the Wiccan Party was united by Grindelwald's personal charm.

The former tree fell and the hozens scattered, while the latter is still active underground today.

If the Wiccan infiltration into the British Isles, Devine's deceased uncle would not join the Death Eaters.

Compared with Grindelwald, apart from his powerful dark magic, Voldemort has nothing worth following.

Is this day finally coming?

As he brainstormed, Vincent kept making eye contact with Victor.

Although the wealth of the Rosier family is not that huge, it holds nearly one-fifth of the land in the magical world.

It is true that you can make a lot of money by engaging in industry, but even the Malfoy family has to pay the rent of the herb plantation to Vidal in France every month.

The two of them looked towards Devine at the same time, knowing each other tacitly.

After the Greengrass family, the next one is the Rozier family.

…

…

An hour ago.

Hogwarts castle dungeon,

The Potions Master's office.

The five little faces that poked out of the pensieve were all confused.

Snape is actually half-blood!

When I was a kid, I lived in Spider End Alley, which was even more chaotic than Knockturn Alley!

"Lily Evans -" Hermione had said the name silently several times.

Her eyes suddenly widened, "That little girl is Harry's mother!"

Fred and George slapped each other lightly,

"Merlin's dress!"

"Old Bat shouldn't hate Harry!"

Luofu shuddered, "I always feel that there is a sad story in it. No wonder he puts all the memories in the cabinet."

Cedric pointed to the pensieve, "Shouldn't we find out if we go over there and take a look?"

All four of them looked at Hermione's face.

Vincent only lasted an hour the first time, and half an hour was enough for her.

"It's not as good as us——"

"Aren't you curious?"

"I'm not curious at all." Hermione's tone was completely unconvincing.
To be continued...