This Hogwarts is not normal

Regarding the question about the Daily Prophet, Vincent, who looked through it inside and out, finally found a line of small words printed vertically in the corner on the back near the trimmed edge of the newspaper.

"Gringotts was broken into by thieves. Fortunately, the items in the vault were taken away by the owner earlier."

He reached out and pushed up his non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Professor, I think they want to cover up this matter."

"This..." Mag, who turned slightly pale, pursed her lips and took the newspaper into her hand.

The pages that used to be basically all about praising the Ministry of Magic were almost replaced by reports about the Wayne family.

Other than that, the only other difference is this line of small characters that are difficult for ordinary people to spot.

Something happened in Gringotts, which is deeply trusted by wizards. Why is it summarized in just a few words?

This is not in line with the Daily Prophet's style of doing things, but seems to be a stupid and bad habit of the Ministry of Magic who have no money.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"No." Mag folded the newspapers neatly.

"You're really smart, Vincent."

She praised it somewhat unnaturally, and then when returning the newspaper to the clerk, she asked him to prepare a set of textbooks for new students.

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"There's a problem..." Vincent didn't show anything unusual.

When paying, he made it clear that the Eric who signed the autographs for the little wizards was his father.

There is no free bill, it just saves a measly two gold galleons.

In Mag's lack of interest, the Wayne family quickly got used to being the center of attention wherever they went.

After buying everything on the list, it was evening.

"Professor, can Gugu really stay at our house?"

"Of course, as long as you take it back to Hogwarts when school starts."

McGonagall, who was outside the Leaky Cauldron, did not forget to remind them even though she was worried: "If other wizards come to visit you, remember not to have too much contact with them.

If the reporters are here, you can refuse their interview requests, especially Rita Skeeter's."

Her solemn confession was remembered by the Wayne family.

"Professor, can I write to you to ask about my studies?"

For some reason, Vincent always felt that this request would be granted.

"It can only be a matter of study." Mag agreed without thinking too much.

This is a feeling that is very similar to intuition, but completely different.

"See you at the beginning of school, Professor McGonagall."

"See you at the beginning of school."

The Wayne family waved goodbye and drove out of Charing Cross Street in the car they came from.

Vincent, who was sitting in the back seat, watched Mag walking into the Leaky Cauldron, but his mind recalled the feeling just now.

He was so confident that his request would be granted, it was almost like writing down the correct answer during an exam.

"This world is real, there can't be such a thing as favorability..."

With little knowledge of the magical world, he began to wonder if it might be a special talent.

The fact that Muggles can produce wizards is enough to prove that magic may have spread throughout the human world.

If recessive genes in blood are passed down from generation to generation, is it possible that mutations or evolution will occur?

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" Evelin saw his worried face in the rearview mirror, and asked about the situation with concern.

"Don't say that you have to apply for suspension of study here at Hogwarts just because your father is famous."

"No, it won't." Vincent denied decisively, "I'm just worried about fame."

"real?"

"I swear on my father's pocket money this year."

Evelin gave up her worries, but Eric, who had his turn to drive, was unhappy.

"Boy, didn't you say you would save it?"

"Yes, only if it doesn't belong to me can I swear on it."

If it weren't for safety issues, Eric would have been beaten for anything he said.

Well, in my mind.

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The Wayne family's dinner is as low in fat and salt as ever.

Even though the dishes were rich, Vincent still missed the roast suckling pig at noon.

A qualified housewife in the Great Empire must first be proficient in various can-opening skills.

Secondly, ensure that breakfast, lunch and three meals have a balanced proportion of various nutrients required by the human body.

In the end, it’s the taste of the food.

Evelin, who has been a full-time housewife since she got married, has already trained these three points to the highest level.

To put it simply, it is green and healthy. You will not gain weight if you eat it for the rest of your life.

"I'm full." Vincent, who set a new meal record, picked up a pack of biscuits and went upstairs.

"Gugu—" Gugu cooed so hungry that he flapped his little wings and followed.

"Dear, is there something on your mind about our son?"

Eric, who was busy working, said vaguely: "After all, he is eleven years old, so it is time to reach puberty."

Evelin narrowed her eyes, "I always feel like something is going to happen to this child."

"What can a little brat do in his room?"

Eric said disapprovingly: "You can't blow up the whole room just by chanting a few magic spells, right?"

"Maybe I'm overthinking it."

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The third floor of Wayne's department store is Vincent's independent kingdom.

He sat on the black couch and slowly opened the packaging bag in his hand.

"Let's make a meal together, and then we can quietly go out on the street to find something delicious tomorrow."

Gugu, holding a small biscuit in his mouth, flapped his wings to express his happiness.

Smiling, Vincent picked up the textbooks stacked next to him.

As long as you are careful about the cats on the street, no one can make Gugu "suffer" anymore.

Small field mice and small dried fish must be arranged.

"Well, Professor McGonagall will be very happy."

He opened "Standard Spells, Elementary" and recalled the correct pronunciation of the Levitation Spell.

"Is it Le Viosa or Le Viosa..."

When he took the wand into his hand, he recited the complete spell as if he had a sudden realization.

"Wingardim Leviosa——"

The direction pointed by the tip of the stick happened to be a red and white game console.

It floats in the air, rotating and undulating following Vincent's command.

According to the pronunciation that suddenly appeared in my mind, the floating spell was indeed released correctly.

"Why don't other spells have this feeling..."

He stood up with the book in one hand, extremely doubtful of his sometimes ineffective magical talent.

"Gugu——" After dinner, Gugu flew up and stepped on the red and white machine that was frozen in mid-air.

Vincent suddenly raised his head and stared at it without blinking, "How do you know I won't cancel the spell?"

Gugu puffed out her chest and widened her eyes to express her belief that he would not do this.

"You believe in me, but why do I believe that I am right?" He looked at the spell in the book and was lost in thought.

If it's because of the levitating spell that I've heard before, what about these things that have never appeared before?

The "Law of Secrecy" stipulates that underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school, and there is still a full month before enrollment.

Even if Vincent rides a broomstick, strictly speaking, it cannot be considered a violation.

Ministry of Magic?

Don’t be ignorant of praise!

He moved his wand to the package without the biscuits and said the curse that he didn't know how to pronounce correctly.

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