This Hogwarts is not normal

In order to prepare a sumptuous meal, Vincent almost ransacked the entire Oxford Street.

After pecking off the main artery, Gu Gu, who gracefully completed the peeling process, opened his small mouth to enjoy this hard-won delicacy.

"Oh, that's cruel..."

That's what he said, but the speed at which he passed the little field mouse was not slow at all.

"I have a chance to take you to the place where my grandfather lives. The air there is less polluted, and even the head is bigger than here."

After a full meal, Gu Gu nodded his little head in his arms.

Surrey County, where the old man lives, is a good place with outstanding people.

Prices are low, the per capita living area is large, and the living pressure is not as high as that of neighboring London.

Vincent was extremely suspicious of whether his father, Eric, had been eyeing the buildings on Oxford Street for a long time.

Those who open a gun shop these days can't make a lot of money.

"My grandpa likes small animals very much, and he also raised many puppies."

"Don't be afraid, they're all just a little bit enthusiastic."

Gu Gu smacked his mouth and turned over, leaning on his shoulder with a full face.

This top-notch meal, which was fresh, juicy, and tender, was obviously several grades better than Hogwarts's.

No serious owl likes to eat biscuits, the title of bird of prey is not for nothing.

"Cuckoo-"

The small beetle that jumped out of the grass by the side of the road instantly aroused its vigilance.

"What's the matter? Don't you have enough to eat yet?" Vincent turned around wonderingly.

"It's just that the eyes have patterns, and you don't like to eat bugs."

He walked on without interest.

Turning another corner, it is the department store of Wayne's family.

"Cuckoo!"

Gu Gu fluttered in his arms, as if he wanted to break free from his arms.

"Hey, moving around is not good for digestion." Vincent put his hand on its little head.

Cuckoo's big round eyes are turned upwards, and the whole cat's face expresses several different emotions in a humanized way.

"Yo, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Cuckoo, who was being rubbed by a pair of big hands, completely disappeared.

Vincent put on a victorious smile and walked slowly into the store.

Eric, who was maintaining his gun, raised his head, and his face immediately turned dark.

He looked at Evelyn who was holding a series of books at the counter, "What did you say Merlin was?"

"Merlin is an Animagus." Vincent answered the question.

"Okay." Eric pointed to the door of the store, "Son, where did you find this weird beetle?"

"Eh?" Vincent turned his head with a puzzled face, and found that the little beetle he met just now was lying on the door frame.

According to the records of "History of Magic", druids are ordinary intellectuals who can neither turn into animals nor communicate with them.

The owl cuckoo is the messenger,

Professor McGonagall is visiting.

What about the little beetle that followed home?

Under the gaze of four pairs of big eyes at close range, it spread its small wings as if frightened, and flew outside.

"It's weird!" Eric swore to the conclusion.

With his many years of military career, combined with the characteristics of wizards who can always have all kinds of strange magic, this little beetle was definitely manipulated to find the way.

"When the time is right, the Daily Prophet will send a senior reporter to my door for an exclusive interview~"

"Mom, what are we having for lunch?"

"Sandwiches and fruit salad."

The mother and son, who were gradually walking away, had had enough of his inflated narcissism.

After dinner, Vincent went upstairs to practice spells, while Evelyn continued to read a series of books.

Eric, who firmly believed that there would be an exclusive interview, did not take off his demeanor even when he was washing the dishes.

He even showed a very gentlemanly smile when the little beetle went back and forth.

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the next morning.

"Wang Defa!"

Vincent, who was holding a newspaper on the dining table, suddenly sprayed out the fried egg he just put into his mouth.

This title is really scary.

The Right Gentleman: The True Face of Mr. Wayne

"Mr. Eric Wayne, who successfully challenged Gamp, is actually the largest arms dealer in the Muggle world in Europe..."

He put down the newspaper in his hand, took out two paper towels and wiped his lips, "Dad, you're finally enlightened."

Eric rolled up his sleeves calmly, and looked at the following content.

The secretly infiltrated reporter also compiled a list of Muggle weapons of destruction.

From small pistols and daggers to large steel monster birds and mushroom bombs, the Wayne family has dabbled in them all.

Evelyn leaned over, "Honey, can you really get a fighter jet?"

Eric's smile gradually widened: "Of course, I still have this relationship."

"Wow, that's amazing~" Vincent curled his lips: "Dad, this is obviously spreading rumors."

It is already hell-level difficulty to get old antiques from World War I and World War II.

Mushroom bombs?There is no relationship with the queen.

The whole article is a fabricated daily prophet, and the only real thing is probably the name.

"Did the little beetle come back from yesterday?"

Eric nodded calmly, "Yes, it didn't leave the glass window until before dinner."

Reminiscent of Cuckoo's weird behavior, Vincent was sure that the little thing was abnormal.

Beetles are the general designation of Coleoptera insects, which belong to the holometamorphous class of the subclass Pteroptera.

The "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" he brought back upstairs did not record even one kind of beetle similar to yesterday's beetle.

"There are only seven officially registered Animagus in this century..."

According to Modern History of Magic, none of the seven wizards' Animagus forms were beetles.

Both Vincent and Evelyn stared at Eric in amazement.

If a reporter really sneaked in secretly, the biggest suspect can only be the little beetle from yesterday.

Either it was manipulated by humans, or it was transformed by a wizard.

"There are several possibilities." Vincent received Professor McGonagall's letter.

When the newspaper was delivered today, she thought of several ways to sneak in secretly, and wrote to the Wayne family immediately.

Relying on conventional methods such as illusion spells and potions, and using unconventional methods such as magical creatures, you only need to pay more attention to prevent them.

Examples include infrared sirens and thermal imagers.

As long as the other party doesn't know about these arrangements in advance, the possibility of successfully catching them is quite high.

Eric picked up the world's first GSM mobile phone TPU900 very calmly.

"It's me, prepare something small, and I'll fax it to you later."

After Jian Yanyi hung up the phone, he cleared the dining table as if nothing had happened.

"Mom, our family..."

"Shh - watch out for that weird beetle."

Vincent went upstairs.

Regardless of whether it was changed by humans or not, once this little thing comes, don't even want to go back.

"It's going to be bloody in our house for the next few days."

Gu Gu Gu, who was half lying on the bed, was not afraid at all, and even excitedly stretched out his little wings and flapped them.

"Go to Hogwarts again? I have to ask the professor for some self-defense charms."

Congratulations to the cute and charming owl Goo Goo, who once again won a small vole all-you-can-eat set meal.

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