At two o'clock in the morning, the streets of London were not quiet at all.
Bars open all night, young men and women dressed in trendy fashion, shady secret transactions...
Vincent and Hermione appeared in a dark alley.
Maybe they couldn't stand the noisy noise outside, so they quickly disappeared into the black and white whirlpool.
Charing Cross Street is particularly quiet, but there are still a few shops open.
The Leaky Cauldron is one of them.
Vincent did not intend to go through the main entrance, but took Hermione with him to appear again.
This time, they appeared at the end of Knockturn Alley.
At the end of the dirty street, you can vaguely see a pyramid-shaped building about 60 feet high and nearly six stories high.
Its outer wall is made of a mysterious material like obsidian, with many symbols commonly used in alchemy engraved on it.
The lines are white and particularly conspicuous at night.
Vincent let go of his hand, "We're here."
Hermione said softly "Hmm" and followed him quietly.
After all, Fallen Paradise is a gang of dark wizards, and it would be a lie to say they are not nervous.
When approaching the alchemy shop, the spire suddenly cracked from the middle and opened from left to right like a door.
A graceful figure appeared above.
"clatter--"
She "stepped" on the air outside the pyramid and "walked" down in a hurry.
Cecilia, dressed in black professional attire, stopped in front of Vincent, her tone full of respect: "You are here, Chairman."
"Is everyone here?"
"Here I am."
Vincent turned sideways and said, "Hermione, this is the treasurer of my store, the charming angel Chessia."
"The chairman is joking." Cecia nodded towards Hermione,
"Am I not a charming angel? This is just my code name."
Her outpouring of kindness reassured Hermione a lot.
According to the introduction just now, Cecia guessed who the anonymous person was and associated it with the person from Yamamoto.
Not only does he have a high IQ, he also has a high emotional intelligence.
"Hello, Miss Cecia." Hermione stretched out her hand to her.
Cecia shook hands politely, "Hello, Miss Granger."
"You know me?"
"Of course." She smiled, "My brother is in the second year of Hogwarts, and he said you are the most outstanding girl after the chairman."
Her younger brother should be a student of Slytherin House, and he is most likely a member of the Court of Owls Club recently.
A name instantly appeared in Hermione's mind, "Is it Cody?"
Cecia was a little surprised, "Cody is right, you are indeed very good."
"No." Hermione acted very modestly.
"The vice president of our club is in seventh grade this year. He said he didn't have time to process membership applications. I just happened to take over his job."
Be keenly aware of subtle clues and use them to derive the correct answer.
They all have the same thinking logic and seem to have many common topics.
Although I really want to get to know him in depth, now is obviously not the time.
"Chairman, Miss Granger, please come with me."
Vincent shrugged at Hermione and followed behind him to the pyramid-shaped alchemy shop.
Cecia raised her foot and "stepped" on the air, turned around and explained to Hermione who was full of doubts:
"Miss Granger, this is actually a magic staircase with a detection function.
The chairman hoped that the alchemy store would have a unique way to enter the store, so Bo Yi and Sasim racked their brains to decorate it..."
AoE magics often interfere with each other.
Without affecting the effect, the two of them can arrange three, which is already the limit.
1. Detect whether the incoming person is hostile;
2. Decide whether to generate invisible magic barriers to act as stairs;
Third, maintain and repeatedly operate the above two effects.
Hermione was a little nervous when she stepped on the invisible magic barrier at first, worried that it might not be able to withstand the fall, or that it might not be able to react in time to her next move.
However, after walking for a short time, she understood that these seemingly complicated magics were actually much stronger than imagined.
Fallen Paradise is indeed a gang of dark wizards who collect money to do things, but that doesn't mean they only do destruction and killing.
With a faint smile on her face, she quickly caught up with Vincent.
Under the spire of the pyramid separated on the left and right, there is a small section of magic staircase that is also invisible.
Vincent stood outside for a short while.
The platinum-gold corridor with the Seamless Stretching Charm cast on it was somewhat monotonous. What he wanted to create was a sense of mystery with a unique appeal.
"Chairman?" Cecia looked extremely nervous,
"If you are not satisfied with the decoration here, we will tear it down and rebuild it right away!"
"No need to go to such trouble." Vincent continued walking down, "Just put some disassembled pieces of alchemy products and put them in photo frames."
Alchemy is inherently mysterious in the eyes of ordinary wizards.
Rather than being secretive, it is better to actively show some of them to increase their appeal.
Cecia understood his intention almost instantly, "Chairman, this is a great idea!"
Not a compliment, but a real admiration.
At such a young age, he can grasp human nature so accurately.
It seems pretty good to work under him?
As soon as Cecia's thoughts came to her mind, she suddenly realized something even more terrifying.
Including the former leader Lucifer, the attitude of the seven of them has unknowingly changed from fear at the beginning to more or less admiration now.
Mass-produce alchemical props and lower the threshold, making them a commodity that ordinary wizards can afford.
She didn't believe that Vincent didn't understand that the emergence of alchemical products would stand against countless alchemists.
But he did it anyway, and he was confident.
"Chairman, Miss Granger, please come in." Cecia opened the door at the end of the platinum-gold corridor.
Inside was an empty exhibition hall, with the remaining six people from Fallen Heaven standing respectfully on both sides.
"Good evening, Chairman." Lucifer, dressed in a black suit, bowed and saluted with them.
Hermione was stunned for a moment, looking at them tentatively.
Not to mention that it doesn't look like a dark wizard at all, even if it was thrown on the streets of London, it wouldn't feel out of place.
Letting them live in Oxford Street before was probably to make them less conspicuous.
Obviously, Vincent succeeded.
"Good evening everyone." He smiled and walked forward.
"Nice haircut, Abraham."
Abraham, who used to have the most opinions, cut off his long hair and wore his hair in a particularly straight hairstyle.
"Thank you, Chairman, for your compliment." Abraham puffed up his chest.
Mayiyami and Xiela seemed to be secretly relieved.
As a worker, you must have the consciousness to fight a worker.
Leaders are always wise, and what they say is always right.
Since you want them not to stand out so much, then make every effort to become ordinary.
Eyes, expressions, movements, clothing...
Not to mention a dark wizard, if you don't look closely, he looks like a Muggle.