Without violating the rules of time magic, the greatest use of a time converter is to obtain nearly infinite time.
Others only lived one day, but the two little wizards who used it lived countless days.
The celebration party in the alchemy shop lasted until past 8 o'clock in the morning.
"Ah ha -" Vincent yawned, "It turns out it's already morning."
He shook his little head, "We have to go back quickly to catch up on our sleep."
Today is Sunday, but you must keep an appropriate distance from your subordinates, neither too close nor too far.
Lucifer patted his big face and said, "Chairman, let me see you off."
"No need." Vincent picked up the suitcase and stood up.
"You guys have a good rest, there are a lot of things waiting for you next."
Hermione said goodbye to Cecia and followed him out of the alchemy shop.
Knockturn Alley during the day does not look as eerie as the atmosphere at night, but it is still very quiet and eerie.
Vincent took out two hooded black robes and said, "Put them on. It's hard for the wizards here to distinguish between good and bad. It will be troublesome if they follow the Apparition to find them."
Hermione put on her robe and hood, covering herself tightly.
"Don't be nervous, those wizards don't dare to do anything."
His reassurance seemed to have the opposite effect.
Although the wizard living here has more or less difficulties, she is not so naive as to think that this place is safe.
Besides, the Ministry of Magic has already evacuated the Aurors, so no matter how cautious you are, you can't be too cautious.
After walking out of the alley, there were some wizards dressed in black robes and hoods standing scattered on the street.
Some were looking at the two of them carelessly, while others were discussing something in a low voice.
"Wait a minute, these two live at the end of the alley!"
A wizard of unknown gender stopped and walked back, presumably looking for trouble.
Vincent walked quietly, showing no fear at all.
Behind her, Hermione clenched her fists the entire time, beginning to understand why he dared to be so unscrupulous.
When the alchemy shop was being renovated, there must have been countless troublemakers.
The result is obvious: without exception, they all suffered.
After exiting Knockturn Alley, there is a dirty narrow alley leading to Diagon Alley.
Even though they couldn't see other people or hear other voices, the two of them knew that they were being watched by many eyes.
Maybe "living at the end of the alley" was too powerful, so they just watched the two people leave quietly.
As soon as she arrived in Diagon Alley, Hermione was gasping for air.
She didn't complain about anything, she just stared at Vincent fiercely.
“Promise there won’t be a next time!”
If it had been anyone else, he would have been beaten long ago.
Walking out of the Leaky Cauldron onto Charing Cross Street, Hermione lifted up the hood she was wearing.
She pursed her lips and asked, "Isn't it a bit showy to use Apparition in broad daylight?"
"No way." Vincent pointed to the back alley of the clothing store opposite, "I have gone back like this the past few times I came here."
No loopholes could be found at all, and she seemed even more unhappy.
Melancholy took his hand, and after a while he came to a secluded street.
Looks familiar, probably not in London.
Hermione tilted her little head, "Is the next stop King's Cross Station?"
Vincent spread his hands and said, "I can't help it, I'm most familiar with these places."
From Charing Cross to Oxford Street, King's Cross to the Scottish Highlands.
The route is easy to guess, and the locations chosen are all remote.
The two were very lucky and were not discovered.
Dementors certainly don't count.
Vincent subconsciously raised his wand high and said, "Calling God to protect—"
Before the curse could escape her lips, Hermione tugged hard on his arm,
"It's broad daylight now, and it might be on the news."
Vincent swallowed the last syllable back into his stomach and glared fiercely at the dozen dementors in the sky.
It was like this in the Forbidden Forest, it was like this last night, and it's still like this now.
"The lingering smelly guy..." He raised his wand downwards and led Hermione to another plain in the Scottish Highlands.
The dementors hurriedly braked and chased them to their landing point.
Just as the dizziness disappeared, the bone-chilling coldness hit me again.
Although Vincent couldn't sense this, he knew the dementors were coming from Hermione's tightly pursed lips.
Call it dedication, but they are not Sirius.
Call it unprofessional, but they are indeed relentless in their pursuit.
"Do you feel better?"
Hermione relaxed her frown, her eyes were stubborn,
"Go directly to Hogsmeade. I know you are considering my feelings, so you don't go too far every time."
Vincent took a deep breath and concentrated on revealing his followers.
As soon as the black and white vortex sucked the two of them in, they felt a strong sense of suffocation and dizziness.
Depressed, unable to move.
It feels like being swept into the deep sea, or buried underground.
Tired, very tired.
This is how Vincent felt.
He held Hermione's hand and appeared in the cave in Hogsmeade, almost losing his balance and falling down.
There were a few more holes in the black robes of the two of them, which was considered the best result.
"Huh-huh-" Hermione breathed heavily, and he helped her sit up on the edge.
My whole body ached, as if I had been beaten severely.
Vincent wasn't much better.
He lay directly on the ground, "I seem to be back - back to when I first learned - when I first learned to apparate."
Each additional foot doubles the burden, and the appearance of the minion is doubled again on this basis.
The feeling of exhaustion goes away as quickly as it comes.
He felt better, but Hermione still didn't have the strength to move.
Vincent took out a bottle of golden elixir, "Here, open your mouth."
Hermione blushed, opened her mouth, and drank the potion bit by bit.
The potions master's work worked wonders, and she recovered quickly.
"Da da da -" footsteps suddenly came from outside.
The only person who came at this time was Mr. Bock, a black marketeer.
Vincent took out his alder wand, skillfully performed human body transformation, and then restored the black robes on the two men.
Putting on the hood, a few strands of greasy black hair were exposed.
Hermione twitched the corners of her mouth.
Although I had known that he imitated him very much, I didn't expect that it turned out to be so similar.
"Let's go." The deep voice was completely different, but the tone was perfectly restored.
Let alone Mr. Bock, not many people in the school could tell the difference.
Judging from the way he completed the disguise almost subconsciously, he probably didn't often show off in Snape's appearance.
A habitual gangster must be a habitual gangster!
"Mr. Snape?" Mr. Burke was a little surprised, "Long time no see. I didn't expect you to be so early today."
S. Vincent Nape snorted through his nose and walked straight past him.
Hermione, who was heavily covered behind, quickly followed.
Mr. Bock dared not speak out in anger.
The wizard card caused him heavy losses, and he spent more than ten years of savings on it.
If there's any business these days that's guaranteed to make a profit, it's the perfect potion brewed by a potions master.
But in any era, they are all hard currency in the market.
"I didn't expect Mr. Snape to like little girls..."
Mr. Bock cooed quietly.
In the early morning, a man and a woman alone stayed in this deserted cave.