This Hogwarts is not normal

In order to prepare a sumptuous meal, Vincent searched almost the entire Oxford Street.

Gugu, who pecked out the main artery alive and then completed the peeling process gracefully, opened his small mouth to enjoy this hard-won delicacy.

"Oh, it's so cruel..."

He said this, but the speed of handing over the little field mouse was not slow at all.

"If I have the chance, I'll take you to where my grandfather lives. The air there is better and less polluted. It's even bigger than here."

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Gugu, who had had a good meal, nodded his little head in his arms.

Surrey, where the old man lives, is a wonderful place for outstanding individuals.

Prices are low, living space per capita is large, and the pressure of life is not as high as in neighboring London.

Vincent extremely doubted whether his father Eric had already been eyeing several buildings on Oxford Street.

Those who open firearms shops these days cannot make much money.

"My grandfather likes small animals very much, and he also raised many puppies."

"Don't be afraid, they are just a little enthusiastic."

Gugu smacked her lips and turned over, leaning on his shoulder with a contented expression.

This top-notch meal with fresh, juicy and tender meat is obviously several levels higher than the one at Hogwarts.

For serious owl lovers who like to eat biscuits, the title "bird of prey" is not for nothing.

"Gugu——"

The small beetle jumping out of the grass on the roadside instantly aroused its vigilance.

"What's the matter? Are you not full yet?" Vincent turned around in confusion.

"It's just that the eyes have patterns, and you don't like eating bugs."

He continued walking forward without interest.

Just around the corner, you'll find Wayne's department store.

"Cuckoo!"

Gugu fluttered in the arms, seeming to want to break away from the arms.

"Be good, moving around is bad for digestion." Vincent put his hand on its little head.

Gugu's big round eyes turn upward, and the entire cat face expresses several different emotions in a humanized way.

"Yo, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Gugu, who was being rubbed by a pair of big hands, was completely stunned.

Vincent put on a winner's smile and walked slowly into the store.

Eric, who was maintaining the firearm, raised his head, his face immediately turned dark.

He looked at Evelin who was holding a certain series of books on the counter, "What did you say Merlin was before?"

"Merlin is an Animagus." Vincent answered the question.

"Okay." Eric pointed to the door of the store. "Kid, where did you find this weird beetle?"

"Huh?" Vincent turned his head in confusion and found that the little beetle he had just encountered was lying on the door frame.

According to the records in "History of Magic", druids are an ordinary intellectual class who can neither transform into animals nor communicate with them.

The owl coo-coo is the messenger,

Professor McGonagall is here for a visit.

Where is this little beetle that went home?

Under the gaze of four pairs of big eyes at close range, it opened its small wings as if frightened and flew outside in a flutter.

"There's something weird!" Eric concluded confidently.

With his many years of military career, combined with the wizard's ability to possess all kinds of strange magic, this little beetle was definitely manipulated to explore the way.

"When the time is right, the Daily Prophet will send a senior reporter to come and conduct an exclusive interview with me~"

"Mom, what are we having for lunch?"

“Sandwiches and fruit salad.”

The mother and son, who were gradually drifting away, had had enough of his ever-expanding narcissism.

After dinner, Vincent went upstairs to practice spells, while Evelin continued reading a certain series of books.

Eric, who firmly believed that an exclusive interview would come to his door, did not take off his dignity even when he was washing dishes.

When the little beetle left and came back, he even showed a very gentlemanly smile.

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The next morning.

"Wang Defa!"

Vincent, who was holding a newspaper at the dining table, suddenly spat out the fried egg he had just put into his mouth.

This title is really scary.

"The Gentleman: The True Face of Mr. Wayne"

"Mr. Eric Wayne, who successfully challenged Gamp, is actually the largest arms dealer in the Muggle world in Europe..."

He put down the newspaper in his hand, took out two tissues and wiped his lips, "Dad, you finally got the idea."

Eric rolled up his sleeves calmly and then read the following content.

The secretly infiltrated reporter also compiled a list of Muggle weapons of destruction.

From small pistols and daggers to large steel monsters and mushroom bombs, the Wayne family has actually dabbled in them all.

Evelin leaned over and said, "Honey, can you really get a fighter jet?"

Eric's smile gradually widened: "Of course, I still have this relationship."

"Wow, that's amazing~" Vincent curled his lips and said, "Dad, this is obviously a lie."

Being able to get old antiques from the First World War and World War II is already a hell of a challenge.

Mushroom bombs? You can’t get them even if you have the relationship with the Queen.

The entire Daily Prophet is a fabrication, and the only real thing is probably the name.

"Has the little beetle from yesterday come back?"

Eric nodded calmly, "Yes, it didn't leave the glass window until just before dinner."

Thinking of Gugu's strange behavior, Vincent was sure that the little thing was not normal.

Beetles are the collective name for insects of the order Coleoptera, which belong to the holometabolous class of subclass Pterozoa.

The "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" he went upstairs to get back did not record even one beetle that was similar to yesterday's beetle.

"There are only seven officially registered Animagus this century..."

According to the records in "Modern History of Magic", the Animagus forms of these seven wizards are not beetles.

Vincent and Evelin both stared at Eric in surprise.

If a reporter really sneaks in secretly, the biggest suspect can only be the little beetle from yesterday.

Either it is controlled by someone, or it was transformed by a wizard.

"There are several possibilities." Vincent collected Professor McGonagall's letter.

When the newspaper was delivered today, she thought of several ways to sneak in secretly, and wrote to the Wayne family as soon as possible.

Relying on conventional means such as disembodiment spells and potions, and using unconventional means such as magical creatures, you only need to pay more attention to prevent it.

Such as infrared sirens and thermal imaging cameras.

As long as the other party doesn't know about these arrangements in advance, the probability of being caught successfully is still quite high.

Eric picked up the world's first GSM mobile phone TPU900 very calmly.

"It's me. Prepare a little something and I'll send it to you by fax later."

After Jian Yanyihai hung up the phone, he cleared the dining table as if nothing had happened.

"Mom, our family..."

"Shhh - watch out for that weird beetle."

Vincent went upstairs.

Regardless of whether it is a human being or not, as long as this little thing is here, there is no need to go back.

"The next few days should be pretty bloody in our house."

Gugu, who was half lying on the bed, was not afraid at all, and even stretched out his little wings to flap excitedly.

"How about another trip to Hogwarts? I have to ask the professor for some self-defense charms."

Congratulations to the cute and charming owl Gugu, for once again winning an all-you-can-eat vole meal.

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