This Hogwarts is not normal

early morning.

After a good sleep, Vincent opened his eyes, sat up first and looked under the window.

The effect of the silencing spell is so good that you can't even hear melee fights or spells flying around.

After brushing your teeth, wash your face.

Going downstairs to the dining table, Evelin had already prepared breakfast.

Eric was reading the newspaper, his expression becoming more and more exaggerated as he read.

"Oh my God! Your classmate's dad won the jackpot!"

Vincent looked closer and saw a photo of Arthur and Molly receiving their bonus.

Percy and Ron also have Gwent bonuses, and the Weasley family should be able to improve their lives.

etc,

Yesterday on the train, Fred and George seemed to have mentioned the possibility of traveling to Egypt as a family.

700 gold galleons is enough, and there is even a lot left.

"What a pity." Eric put the newspaper aside, "I also planned to invite them to Italy for vacation."

The eldest son has been away from home for four years, so it’s better not to disturb them.

Vincent spread jam on toast with a knife, "Speaking of which, I haven't met their Bill and Charlie yet."

In Gryffindor House, the senior students I know speak highly of both of them.

The eldest brother Bill is a prefect and president of the Boys' Union, and has obtained 12 O.W.Ls examination certificates.

The second brother, Charlie, is average in studies, but as captain of the former Quidditch team, he must be very talented in sports.

With these two brothers as role models, no wonder Percy is always serious and Ron is always a little inferior.

As for Fred and George...

If pranking is a talent, then they are definitely masters.

After the breakfast filled with laughter and laughter, Sam also dragged two bodyguards in with bruises all over their bodies.

"I can't do it all night, I'm so weak!"

He threw the two of them to the ground like rags, "Listen, I will heal your injuries now and continue after breakfast!"

"Yes, Boss Sam."

Vincent walked upstairs sympathetically, as did Eric and Evelyn.

Although he looks pitiful now, he may have done more cruel things in the past.

After the Wayne family came down, they no longer had the same compassion as before.

"Two gentlemen, please do your best."

"Yes, Master Wayne!"

"I put some money in the drawer outside, so don't go hungry."

"Yes, Mrs. Wayne!"

"Remember to take care of your home."

"Yes, Master Wayne!"

Under the reluctant eyes of the two people, the Wayne family finally went out.

What awaits them is an extremely cruel hell.

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The Wayne family came to the airport and went through security check, then boarded the plane and waited for takeoff.

"Dad, how did they become so obedient?"

Eric's expression became unfathomable, "After I came back last month, I would ask Sam to train them according to the standards of the previous team."

Vincent took a breath.

No matter how good the wizard's physical fitness is, he is the standard of a special force from the beginning...

There is no way to resist, only to obey.

And the person facing him is still Sam, so I can only say that it’s good if he doesn’t go crazy.

"Maybe by this winter, they will be qualified bodyguards."

Seeing his father's proud expression, he gave a thumbs up in cooperation.

"Wow! Dad, you are really great!"

"Of course, I have trained many thorns in the past. First-class ones like Sam will become particularly useful as long as they are placed in the right position."

The Aurors of Magical Congress will always go back one day, and Patel and Lake cannot let them go.

Then first let them restrain each other with an unbreakable oath, and then inject the spirit of obedience deep into their souls, and two bodyguards who truly belong to the Wayne family were born.

Vincent's eyes were horrified.

The tough-guy dad who always believed that big fists are the last word never expected to be able to control human nature so accurately.

"Dad, I am convinced!"

"It's not a big deal." Eric waved his hand seemingly casually, "If there are a few more unlucky guys, I can train them into a qualified elite team in minutes."

In the middle of imagining a better future, a direct flight from London to Modena, Italy took off.

Overturning the Statute of Secrecy is undoubtedly equivalent to becoming an enemy of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Grindelwald once tried to personally overthrow him by becoming the president, but Dumbledore, who stopped him, was elected as the current president decades later.

It's okay if you support it, but if you don't support it, you have to reason with the federation.

Once we get the title deed to Knockturn Alley, and with the "escort" from the Ministry of Magic, it should be more than enough to recruit three or two elite teams.

With an evil smile full of sinister calculations, the flight landed safely before noon.

Modena is known as the Silicon Valley of supercars.

Many top supercar manufacturers such as Ferrari, Lamborghini, Maserati, De Tomaso and so on are gathered here.

Coming out of the airport hall, you can see a black coupe that you have never seen before parked on the side of the road in the distance.

Arched air intake, Bugatti English logo with white letters on a red background.

"Dad, that car belongs to our family?"

"yes.

Bugatti EB112, a 4-door, 5-seater concept car equipped with a V12 engine, a top speed of 187 miles per hour."

Vincent walked around the car first.

The whole car is flat and round, and the rear looks like a Volkswagen Beetle.

The Bugatti engineer who drove it came up behind him and said, "Boy, do you like this car?"

"It's okay, it would be nice if the appearance could be thicker."

"Thick? This will indeed be more intimidating."

Eric stepped forward and hugged the engineer gently.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Luka, she is my wife Evelyn, and he is my son, Vincent."

"I know." Luca Schreiber nodded towards Vincent,

"Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Wayne, your son has perfectly inherited the strengths of both of you."

He inherited his strong physique from his father and his handsome appearance from his mother.

After a few pleasantries, Luca drove the Wayne family to the Bugatti depot in Campogaliano, near Modena.

The smooth blue walls of the square building are divided into lines like bricks, with a slightly darker blue oval logo in the middle.

Through the white patterns on the "bricks", the words "BUGATTI" can be clearly seen.

Standing outside the car factory are four top automotive engineers in the industry. They are all the design team hired by the former boss Romano Atioli with high salary.

From supercar EB110 to coupe EB112.

For Bugatti, which has been reorganized for less than five years and is pursuing uniqueness, this research and development speed is actually not slow.

But if you want to survive in the current economic recession, it's not enough to stand out from the countless supercar manufacturers.

The current fastest mass-produced car in the world, the Bugatti EB110, has a top speed of only 342km/h.

So, what if a mass-produced car with a speed of more than 400 kilometers per hour appears?

Can the epoch-making myth of speed bring Bugatti back to life?

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