This Hogwarts is not normal

It takes time for everyone to accept the collapse of a worldview that has persisted for almost a lifetime.

The seemingly stubborn old man Wayne slowly closed his eyes when Vincent demonstrated magic for the seventh time.

When he opened his eyes again, the shock on his face was no longer there.

"Why didn't you tell us about such an important thing earlier?"

Eric, who was being stared at, smiled bitterly, "I'm not afraid that it will be difficult for you to accept."

"Fart!" The old man regained his composure after yelling.

"You bastard boy went to the army just after graduating from Eton, and more than ten years later you suddenly said you wanted to get married."

He snorted heavily, "If I couldn't accept the reality, I would have gone to the Royal Recruit Training Camp to kidnap you back."

"Yes, yes." Eric put on a flattering expression, "Dad, you are right, it was all because I was ignorant at that time."

Old Mrs. Wayne shook her head, "Okay, we already believe in the existence of magic."

Vincent quickly restored Fatty Blue's teacup and began to introduce the magical world to the two of them.

As soon as I started talking, the big golden retriever's head kept rubbing against me.

He was probably very scared, so he took out a few bags of snacks out of habit.

No wonder owls are grown into big meatballs.

The old man and the old lady looked at the roof in confusion.

Gugu no longer shivered, and even looked at the snacks that were being reduced little by little.

"The principal of our school is 112 years old this year. He is the most powerful wizard now..."

Before the eccentric Dumbledore finished speaking, the greedy Gugu suddenly flew down and took away the cookie and handed it to a big golden retriever.

Perhaps based on such long-term observation, it feels that this one is the most honest and easy to bully.

But that was before the food was taken away.

The big golden retriever jumped up instantly and bit off a few hairs on his round butt.

Gugu flew back to the roof and ate the biscuits proudly, then his head shook as if in provocation.

The companion was bullied, and the other golden retrievers did not care about food, so they all came to sit under the beam where it was standing.

Vincent, who saw this scene, continued dumbfounded.

Starting from the dean who can turn into a cat, we have been introduced to the recently retired Professor Kettleburn.

Of course, I dare not say that if I am missing arms and legs.

Next, let’s talk about the British Ministry of Magic, then the ministries of magic of various countries and the International Federation of Wizards.

Gwent went overseas and became Nico Flamel's apprentice, and received the Order of Merlin Level 2 and the Medal of Honor of the Magic Congress...

Mr. Wayne would glare at Eric from time to time, seeming to imply that he, as a father, had no future as a son.

The sharp contrast between "family emperorship" and "family brotherhood".

It was almost early in the morning when Vincent finally finished speaking.

The two old men were very energetic, but it was time to rest.

There are two guest rooms in the house, the larger one belongs to the Waynes, of course, but the smaller one is actually quite nice.

Vincent lay on the wooden bed he had slept on as a child, and soon dreamed of those days without magic.

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early morning,

Eric was outside the house splitting wood with a knife.

Not because he is strong enough, but because this ordinary knife is an alchemy item.

Mr. Wayne stuck the ax in his hand on the ground.

The pile of firewood in front of him was already large enough, but his son could easily split three or four times the gap.

You don’t have to worry about it this winter, and you won’t have to worry about it next year or the year after that.

"Dad, do you want to try it?"

"Need not."

He picked up the ax and struck it hard, and the entire piece of wood split into several pieces in an instant.

Eric felt a little regretful.

He shouldn't have mentioned the competition just now, so that the old man might not be so harsh.

The knife slid down gently like cutting butter, revealing neatly cut pieces of firewood.

There is no doubt that this competition is destined to end.

After Vincent got up, he followed the aroma of firewood to the kitchen.

There were listless golden retrievers lying at the door, and inside were Mrs. Wayne and Evelin who were preparing breakfast.

This battle...

He raised his head thoughtfully and saw Gugu hanging upside down and grabbing the roof with his claws.

It must have taken the whole night, and it seemed that Gugu had the upper hand.

"Grandma, Mom, are they having a conflict?"

Old Mrs. Wayne smiled and nodded, "Your grandpa was still the same as last night when he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. By the time we were preparing breakfast, he was still the same as he is now."

As the saying goes, "Cats and dogs are natural enemies." If flying big cats are considered cats, then they are indeed very likely to fight.

Vincent went to the room and got the wand and came back, "Come on Gugu!"

The little claws clung to the wood of the roof, but unfortunately they were no match for the flying curse in the end.

He hugged Gugu and squatted down in front of the energetic golden retriever.

"I hope you can think of things well."

Wet big noses were right in front of us, and there were more than one.

By the time he remembered the smell, most of Gugu's feathers were already wet.

It raised its little head and kicked its little paws forward vigorously.

The ferocious look failed to scare the golden retriever away, but instead stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Gugu, who was all wet, was finally rescued by Mrs. Wayne.

When she picked it up from Vincent's arms, she whispered, "It's so heavy."

"Gugu~"

This proud little face made the golden retrievers very hurt.

I used to be honest and honest, but now I feel aggrieved.

Vincent rubbed their foreheads, "Okay, I'll get a few bags of small change later -"

"Gugu!" The murderous Gugu flapped its little wings.

This guy who shovels shit is a scumbag!

When you have a new love and forget about the old love, you can no longer be such a scumbag.

Although in order, it is actually...

"Okay, let's go have breakfast." Old Mrs. Wayne spoke, and Gugu had to quiet down.

As soon as the plates were placed on the dining table, the old man and Eric came in.

It didn't seem like anything to them, maybe because the result of the competition was unexpected.

After a country-style breakfast, Vincent brought snacks to the golden retrievers as promised.

Most of them are low in oil and salt, and there are also quite unhealthy ham sausages and meatballs.

Gugu, who was protecting the food, couldn't bear it anymore and flapped her little wings to snatch the snacks back.

But even the owls in the magical world will only have the fate of being "beaten by a group" in the end.

It was lying on the floor with its eyes wide open, and it was so wet that it couldn't even move.

The victorious golden retrievers stuck out their tongues and looked very healing with smiles.

Although it is "depressing" for Gugu.

Eric said something to Mr. Wayne, then went to Vincent and asked him for two iron-copper alloy sniper rifles.

"Go hunting... just in time!"

Gugu, who was still doubting the birth of the cat, was carried out of the house.

The old man and the others are responsible for shooting, and it and the golden retrievers are responsible for bringing back the prey.

This is blatant abuse!

Gugu flapped its little wings and said owl swear words while flying.

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