This Hogwarts is not normal

Two Bugatti supercars, one blue and one silver, drove at high speed on the streets of London.

Inside the blue car, Eric seemed to be mumbling something.

Sam, who was in the passenger seat, heard the fuel consumption and the traffic jam.

"Uncle, does this car consume a lot of gas?"

"Nonsense, it's a 12-cylinder engine. The DB5 you really want to drive on the street only has 6 cylinders."

We still have this bit of common sense.

Even if the fuel consumption increased by doubling the number of cylinders is not as exaggerated as doubling the number of cylinders, it is not something that ordinary families can afford.

The Wayne family's small store doesn't have many customers at all. Could it be that reselling arms is really profitable?

"High risk means high return." Eric parked his car at the zebra crossing and waited for the light to turn green.

"Don't you Aurors often arrest wizards who illegally sell dark magic items? Weapons dealers are just like them."

Sam suddenly understood.

Under the influence of such a family, it is no wonder that Vincent developed such a bad character.

It was said that food and accommodation were included, but the treatment was pitifully low.

Unscrupulous and black-hearted boss!

Vincent in another silver car looked out the window subconsciously.

Sam spoke very quickly, and he didn’t know what he was saying in Jili Guala.

He looked away with a flattering smile on his face, "Mom, just let me open it."

"No." Evelin saw the green light turn on and gently stepped on the accelerator.

"You are only 13 years old now, at least wait until you have a temporary driver's license."

The minimum age for taking a car driving license in the UK is 17 years old, but you can apply for a temporary driving license when you reach the age of 16.

Of course I had a driver's license in my previous life. All I had to do was change my habit to right-hand drive and remember the traffic rules...

There are still more than three years, so wait patiently.

But there is no age requirement in the wizarding world.

If I remember correctly, most wizard traffic laws only apply to flying vehicles, so it should be possible without being discovered by Muggles.

His little thought was not hidden from Evelin, "Honey, it should be difficult to build a car using alchemy, right?"

"Ah, yes..." Vincent slumped on his seat with a bitter look on his face,

"If the material is mithril and it can be turned into an airplane and a submarine, I think it will take almost three years to build it."

"cheer up, baby."

"I will, Mom."

He decided to go upstairs and pack his luggage as soon as he got home, and fly to Italy to visit his car factory tomorrow.

There was quite a traffic jam in London on the weekend, and it was already evening when I got home.

Vincent had just unbuckled his seat belt when Eric ran over in a hurry and glanced at the dashboard.

Damn fuel consumption!

The trip was less than 100 kilometers, and I actually ran out of nearly 20 liters of octane gasoline.

"Dad, don't look at me like this."

It is illegal to use magic to modify Muggle cars, not to mention that he will soon become the British youth representative of the Wizengamot.

Knowing the law and breaking the law will result in an additional penalty.

Eric said with a straight face, "You wizards don't have any laws prohibiting Muggles from driving magical vehicles, do you?"

"Maybe not."

His expression instantly relaxed and he seemed to be in a good mood.

After getting out of the car and walking a few steps, Sam felt inexplicably frightened.

Not only bad character, but also lawlessness is hereditary.

After saying hello to the two bodyguards, he dropped his suitcase and went directly upstairs.

run!

Run back to North America!

Before being completely assimilated!

Vincent picked up the suitcase on the first floor and was about to yell something upstairs when he saw Sam carrying a lot of luggage downstairs.

"What are you doing?"

"Go home, go back to my home in America."

"Very urgent?"

Sam smiled and shook his head, "Yeah, I've been away for more than half a year, and it's time to go back."

Vincent glanced at the red and white machine in his arms, "You... forget it, just think of it as a souvenir for you."

The two bodyguards outside the door made an oath to each other. If there was no wizard at home, they would not have any idea.

Eric and Evelyn were saying goodbye to him and asking him to come and sit at Wayne's house when he had time.

The two bodyguards acted extremely cordially, as if they couldn't wait for him to leave quickly.

Vincent, on the other hand, said nothing.

Because it won't be long before this person will come back.

The hunch was right.

At the beginning of dinner, Sam came back as expected.

The wanted order from the Magic Congress is still there, and he is not mentally prepared to face Bradley yet.

"Well, can I stay a few more days?"

The Waynes quietly blinked at their son, "Of course it's no problem."

Sam was so moved that he sniffed.

The treatment is a bit low, but this family is very humane.

It would be better if the salary could be increased.

Today's dinner was particularly sumptuous. Even the two bodyguards who usually ate canned food were given a large plate of potato stew.

After finishing his meal, Vincent picked up a napkin and wiped his lips, then went upstairs to pack his luggage.

When Sam, who wanted to apply for a salary increase, came over, he just opened his suitcase and took out his school uniform.

"Wayne, I have something very important to tell you!"

Vincent reached into the closet and caught a few short-sleeved shirts flying towards him, "What are you doing? You don't want me to contact Mr. Graves for you."

"I'm like this kind of person?"

"You are worse than this kind of person."

Sam held his chest and took a deep breath.

You just had a vacation and you have to be so angry?

But staying at Wayne's house is better than being homeless, and being scolded is better than being beaten.

He saw pieces of clothing being put into the suitcase, and suddenly stared at Vincent with wide eyes.

"What are you doing again?"

"Wayne, you kid, don't you want to run away from home?"

Vincent closed the suitcase with a calm expression, "Our family is going to visit a factory in Italy tomorrow.

If there is nothing important, please leave my room now."

Sam was pushed out of the door by him in a daze,

"Wait, what about me?"

"Do you have an Italian passport?"

"I can phantom—"

"Don't forget that time in Japan."

The door was closed with a "bang".

Speechless Sam walked to his room and suddenly remembered that he wanted to improve his salary and hadn't said anything yet.

He resisted the urge to go back and walked downstairs.

Two bodyguards are doing after-dinner exercises.

After nearly two months of persistence, you can clearly see the muscles holding up the black suit.

"Shan—Boss Sam!"

"The boss's family is going to Italy tomorrow."

They subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Boss Sam, are you going with me?"

"No, I'm staying to look after the house."

The worst case scenario has occurred.

Whenever Sam was in a bad mood, he would always find various excuses to beat them both.

What improves the ability to resist blows, and trains the body's reaction speed.

"Do you know what the boss's status is?"

"Know."

"You know, hurry up and get to the backyard!" Sam flexed his wrist.

"Your previous employer hasn't solved it yet. If she takes the opportunity to send people over to cause trouble for the boss's family again, do you think you can handle it yourself?"

Yes, of course.

The two of them are somewhat famous in Knockturn Alley, and there are all kinds of guys in the Wayne family.

After a wave of intensive saturation attacks, all the real dark wizards may be left are ashes.

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