In addition to an exquisite silver "W" badge, what symbolizes the identity of the youth of the Wizengamot is a purple-red robe.
There is a big difference in appearance. There is no hat and no defensive magic.
Basic automatic cleaning and repair are still available, and the most critical materials are the same.
The low-end version is pretty good, but it looks a bit old.
After the simple ceremony it was time for the banquet.
Fudge was even busier than Vincent, the protagonist, when he was greeting the guests who came from afar.
It feels more and more like a celebration party.
The Wayne family laughed so hard that they almost died, and they quickly found a seat to sit down after finishing the incident.
Gugu was lying in the middle, not even interested in facing delicacies from various countries.
Tired, not ordinary tired.
It's just a cute owl, but I didn't expect that it would be pulled out of business by shoveling poop.
Beautiful ladies are fine, but greasy uncles are fine.
The little temper was fussing, and the round belly started to growl.
Eric and Evelyn blinked at Vincent, who very wisely stood up and walked to the dining table.
You would be surrounded in the past, and you would be surrounded even when you are sitting.
Since you are going to suffer a loss, then you must suffer a loss to the end.
After sending away a few people who came to discuss Gwent cooperation, Vincent finally arrived at an empty dining table.
It turns out that most of the dishes are British dishes, no wonder not many guests choose this place.
He picked up the dinner plate and skillfully forked the steak and stew, and then some roast goose and mashed potatoes.
Cauliflower and broccoli are also essential, and finally there are puddings and small cakes.
His speed was so fast that Sandrina, who wanted to strike up a conversation, was stunned.
After blinking his eyes, he almost sat back down.
He must be starving, as he is growing older after all.
Hmm? For the owl?
She stood there and watched for a long time, and finally concluded that Vincent liked small animals and was a kind and caring boy.
"Actually, Wayne is nothing special." Rita walked towards her with a smile.
"I can see your dissatisfaction and wanting to find out where you are worse than him."
Sandrina asked doubtfully: "Excuse me, are you..."
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I can help you."
Merlin's sake, she really has no other ideas.
They are almost adults, so childish competition is meaningless.
However, Rita is like a master of Legilimency, speaking out her "real" thoughts that even she herself doesn't know.
It is envy and jealousy, and love is born out of hatred.
If this continues, a novel full of tragedy may be born.
"Look at Wayne, he's really charming when he's dining."
Taking advantage of the moment Sandrina turned to look over, the photographer Bozo brought by Rita quickly pressed the shutter.
With a click, a photo of a French youth representative looking "affectionately" at a British youth representative was born.
With great pictures and text, the articles in the next few days will be sold at a good price.
"This reporter lady——" Furong walked over nearby,
"It's banquet time now, the interview should be after this, right?"
Sandrina suddenly woke up.
The British reporter is so terrible, he will describe white as black in just a few words.
"Interview? We are just chatting." Rita gently held on to her jewel-encrusted glasses.
"Since I was disturbed, it seems I should enjoy the banquet."
She walked away with Bozo in tandem.
Fleur leaned closer and whispered: "The reporter just now was the notorious Rita Skeeter in the UK.
Even if you didn't accept an interview with her, she would create a series of fake news out of thin air, slander and rumors."
"Thank you." Sandrina felt chills all over, "If you hadn't appeared in time, I can't even imagine how I would have been described."
"You're welcome." Fleur looked at Vincent, who was walking over again with a dinner plate.
"Wayne is here, do you want to say hello to him?"
"Let's go together, aren't you also very interested in him?"
As soon as Vincent picked up a large piece of lamb leg, they stood beside him with plates.
"Hello, Wayne." Sandrina also picked up a leg of lamb and said,
"Why not try our French cuisine? I guarantee you will fall in love with it."
He looked towards the dining table with the most people, "Please spare me, it will be difficult to escape if they get entangled with them."
Fleur covered her mouth and chuckled, "Wayne, you must often attend such occasions, right?"
Rather than staying here, it would be better to go back to the old man's place to play with the big golden retriever.
"No, no more than five times." Vincent met her eyes and kept picking up food with his right hand.
Sandrina couldn't keep up with his speed.
She and Fleur exclaimed softly at the same time,
"Wayne, how did you do that?"
"Attend more banquets like this." Vincent picked up the full plate and said,
"Two beautiful ladies, I'll excuse you now."
They watched his leaving figure with complicated eyes.
Not to mention a 13-year-old, even an adult would have a show-off mentality after winning so many honors.
"Fu Rong, it seems your charm has lost its effectiveness."
"Principal Maxim just told me that Wayne is a natural master of Occlumency and is immune to any interference from the soul and spirit."
Sandrina joked: "So you just want to test your Veela blood again?"
Furong smiled and said nothing.
Her beautiful blue eyes scanned the entire main hall.
There were many outstanding young wizards present, but almost all of them did not dare to look at me.
Vincent, who was much younger than them, not only dared, but also did not do anything similar to please.
Magical talent is one aspect, but more importantly, it is essentially different.
"Fleur?"
"Um?"
Sandrina waved her hand at her somewhat exaggeratedly, "I'm sure your dazed look just now has been photographed by that unscrupulous reporter."
Fleur blinked and motioned her to look at the corner where the Wayne family was.
Vincent ate with grace and propriety, even when Rita was sitting across from him with a small notebook in hand.
His parents didn't panic at all, as if the person sitting across from them was not some notorious unscrupulous reporter.
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But it doesn't look like it.
They could not describe this strange scene in words.
Of course Rita dared to conduct interviews while others were dining, but the Wayne family acted too casually, as if they were not afraid of being reported randomly.
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After the interview, Rita was ready to leave.
When she stood up, she happened to meet two pairs of big doubtful eyes.
"Mr. Wayne, it seems that you are very popular with the opposite sex."
Vincent wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, "My great reporter, you don't want to report my gossip, do you?"
"How is that possible?" Rita blinked with a smile, "The identities of both of them are not simple.
Sandrina is the sole heiress of the Camar family in France."
"As for that delicate French 'Flower of the Court' -" she half-squinted her eyes, her tone slightly teasing,
"Fleur Delacour, you don't need me to say more to know that she is the witch of the Delacour family."
Sure enough, no one who can attend this banquet is simple.
Vincent didn't think there was anything special, so he picked up his fork again and planned to continue eating.
Rita was a little disappointed, but she soon showed what she thought was a charming smile,
"The reason why Miss Delacour is able to attract young people of the opposite sex is because her bloodline is more than just a simple wizard."
"Wizards and magical creatures?"
The pride that had just risen on her face disappeared instantly, "This...how did you know?"
"I once went to Abe's house in Japan during the Christmas vacation." Vincent calmly cut off a small piece of lamb leg and said,
"Their ancestors forced a nine-tailed fox to give birth to his offspring, and there has never been a Squib in this family."
Rita's smile became awkward, "Ahem - now that you are mentally prepared, I can safely tell you this information."
Damn information.
You obviously want to show off your story for fun, but you immediately change your story when you find out, and you still want to pretend that nothing happened?
Under the gaze of four pairs of big eyes of the Wayne family, Rita sat down again and slowly revealed a secret that was not considered a secret in the French wizarding world.