This Hogwarts is not normal

Transformation into a living person is a magic show, a visual trick that requires a lot of preparation in advance.

What overturned all the Waynes' previous perceptions was Minerva McGonagall, who transformed from a kitten into an adult.

She wore a dark green robe and a pointed wizard hat on her head.

The transformation process in just a few seconds has already proved the existence of magic.

Vincent was not surprised and even figured out something.

The reason why Gugu didn't eat the little field mouse must be because of the serious-faced vice-principal in front of him.

"Mr. Wayne, the owls at Hogwarts are not in the habit of eating mice-"

Mag's emerald green eyes under his square glasses looked at Gugu hiding in his arms.

"I'm curious... never mind,"

She seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, "Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts is not a cancer.

It is a magic school with a long history in Europe and the best school in the world."

She also deliberately emphasized the word "Hogwarts".

Eric touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Ms. McGonagall, please understand the suffering conscience of a father."

"Of course," McGonagall loosened her pursed lips slightly, "Magic is for Muggles - sorry, Muggles refer to people who don't know magic.

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To Muggles, magic is too incredible."

The obvious facts are before the Waynes.

Evelin seemed a little excited, "Is your principal Gandalf?"

McGonagall pursed her lips again: "No, our headmaster is the greatest wizard today, Albus Dumbledore."

Eric smiled helplessly, "My wife once yearned for magic very much."

He looked at the bookshelf and said, "This is her collection, even I can't touch it."

"I can understand." Mag didn't seem as unkind as he appeared.

Vincent, who noticed this, blinked his eyes and stepped forward with a harmless look on his face.

"Vice principal, if Gugu doesn't eat mice, what should he eat?"

"As long as it's not raw," Mag focused on the opened bag in his hand: "There are also dried fish."

Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, coupled with a somewhat humorous personality.

Vincent tightened the little cutie in his arms, "Vice Principal, where can I buy the things on the list?"

Under the gaze of two pairs of cute big eyes, Mag no longer kept a straight face and said, "Mr. Little Wayne, there is a special store in Diagon Alley that sells these things."

"How much does the tuition cost? My father can hardly even pay this month's rent."

"Hogwarts doesn't require tuition fees," she couldn't ignore her big innocent eyes. "We can even provide scholarships to certain families with financial difficulties."

The dark-faced Waynes, especially Eric, immediately felt offended.

This building belongs to his father. Even if business has been difficult recently, can he still drive his family out?

What's more, the old man who crossed the sea was still his second backer.

"Thank you, vice-principal," Vincent said with his big eyes shining: "Can I let Gugu become my pet?"

"In principle, no, but you can often see it in Hogwarts."

He reluctantly looked at the owl in his arms, "I'll look for you after school starts."

Such a well-behaved performance made Mag push it back, "Mr. Little Wayne, today is not over yet."

As expected by the Waynes, the vice-principal of Hogwarts in front of them, like the old principal of Westminster, was caught by Vincent.

"Do wizards have transportation?"

"We have floo powder, portkeys, broomsticks..."

"Wow, I really want to experience it soon!"

If he didn't have to know the way, Vincent would have experienced it no matter how shameless he was.

Eric, who was driving, had a very easy-going attitude.

Although he didn't know the process of "persuading" the old principal, I'm afraid it wasn't much different from now.

Evelin, who understood deeply, was always smiling.

Children who can act like a spoiled child have sweets to eat,

She didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this.

Listening to McGonagall and Vincent in the back seat of the car talking about how to travel in the magical world, and all the way to the various customs of wizards, it was a really good little life.

If there is no electricity, they will use magic to light it.

There is no need to do household chores such as washing clothes and cooking by yourself.

She was the one who approved of her son going to Hogwarts.

Eric dares to have an opinion?

It's not a question of whether you dare or not, but a question of whether you can.

"Does the wizarding world have to pay taxes?"

"we do not need."

McGonagall roughly explained the wizard's economic system in extremely simple terms.

First of all, the currency created by the fairies is completely impossible to imitate using magic because it is made using a special process.

Secondly, the population of wizards is not so large that it is unmanageable.

The last and most important thing is that any wizard who knows a little bit of magic will not starve to death.

In their eyes, money is just a non-necessity to improve the quality of life.

"That's great!" Vincent was excited from the bottom of his heart, "Our family finally doesn't have to worry about not being able to pay the rent!"

Mag next to him had a sore nose.

At a young age, he actually already knows how to share the worries of his parents.

It was really hard for her to imagine what kind of life this family of three would have lived in the future if the other person's name had not been written into the Hogwarts admission book when he was born.

"Oh, kid—"

Mag took off his square glasses, "I promise everything will be fine."

"Thank you, Professor."

Vincent, who was extremely ecstatic in his heart, seemed to be inspired on the surface, "I will become the first in the grade and let my parents live a happy life!"

"Oh, Vincent, you are the most sensible child I have ever seen!"

His eyes were slightly red, "Professor McGonagall, this is what I should do."

McGonagall, who was obviously moved by the words, couldn't help but think back to the rules of Hogwarts.

Owls that are school property are not allowed to be pets of any students.

However, there is no prohibition on loaning it out.

If the performance is excellent, she thinks there is nothing wrong with giving some rewards.

"We're here." Eric parked the car steadily in front of a bar on Charing Cross Street.

Small and broken is synonymous with it.

The sign "Leaky Cauldron" is a bit wobbly.

Vincent stretched out his hand in front of his stunned parents and wiped the thick dust on the door.

"Wow, this place must be hundreds of years old, right?"

Mag opened the door calmly, "At the beginning of the 16th century, it was already standing here.

After the implementation of the "International Federation of Wizards Secrecy Law", he is still responsible for hiding the existence of Diagon Alley."

The environment inside the bar is not much better than outside.

Tom, the hunchbacked boss, even put his thumb in when handing the filled wine glasses to the customers at the bar.

Eric's eyelids were twitching wildly when he just walked in.

The word "clean and hygienic" was his first impression of the magical world.

"Oh, Minerva—"

Tom greeted me cordially: "You are still as competent as ever."

"It's my duty." Mag said as if nothing happened.

"Hagrid has been here already?"

"Yes, he came with little Harry."

"You didn't scare him, did you?"

"Of course not," Tom promised emphatically: "Including those people, I don't think any wizard in the UK would dare to harm him."

Mag nodded and introduced the Wayne family to him.

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