This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Great Transfiguration is a magic show, a visual trick that requires a lot of preparation in advance.

What overturned all the Wayne couple's previous cognition was Minerva McGonagall, who turned from a kitten into an adult.

She wore a dark green robe and a pointed wizard hat on her head.

This transformation process in just a few seconds has already proved the existence of magic.

Vincent was not surprised, and even figured out one thing.

The reason why Gugu didn't eat the little field mouse must be because of the serious-looking vice-principal in front of him.

"Mr. Wayne, the owls in Hogwarts don't have the habit of eating mice--"

McGonagall's emerald eyes under the square glasses looked at Gugu hiding in his arms.

"I'm curious... Forget it,"

She seemed a little in a hurry, "Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts is not a cancer,

It is a magic school with a long history in Europe, and it is also the best school in the world."

The word "Hogwarts" was deliberately emphasized by her.

Eric touched his nose awkwardly, "Ms. McGonagall, please understand the good intentions of a father."

"Of course," McGonagall slightly relaxed her lips, "Magic is too incredible for Muggles - sorry, Muggles refer to people who can't do magic.

For Muggles, magic is indeed too incredible."

The glaring facts are in front of the Waynes.

Evelyn seemed a little excited, "Is your headmaster Gandalf?"

McGonagall pursed her lips again: "No, our headmaster is the greatest wizard of the day, Albus Dumbledore."

Eric smiled helplessly, "My wife once yearned for magic very much." ~"*°•.˜˜.•°*"˜"

He looked at the bookshelf, "This is her treasure, even I can't touch it."

"I can understand." McGonagall didn't seem as unkind as she seemed.

Vincent, who discovered this, blinked his eyes and walked forward with a harmless face.

"Deputy Principal, if Gugu doesn't eat mice, what should he eat?"

"As long as it's not raw," McGonagall focused on the opened package in his hand: "And dried fish."

Cold on the outside but warm on the inside, plus a little humorous personality.

Vincent tightened the little cutie in his arms, "Deputy Principal, where can I buy the things on the list?"

Under the gaze of two pairs of well-behaved big eyes, McGonagall stopped frowning, "Mr. Wayne, there is a special store in Diagon Alley that sells these things."

"How much is the tuition? My father can't even pay the rent this month."

"Hogwarts doesn't need tuition," she couldn't ignore those innocent big eyes, "We can even provide scholarships for some families with financial difficulties."

The Waynes, especially Eric, who had dark faces, immediately felt offended.

This building belongs to his father. Even if business is difficult recently, can he still drive their family out?

What's more, the old man who has been in the sea is still the second backer.

"Thank you, Vice Principal," Vincent's eyes sparkled, "Can I let Gugu be my pet?"

"No in principle, but you can see it often in Hogwarts.

He looked at the owl Gugu in his arms reluctantly, "I will go to see you when school starts."

Such a well-behaved performance made McGonagall push it back, "Mr. Wayne, today is not over yet."

As expected by the Waynes, the Vice Principal of Hogwarts, like the old Principal of Westminster, was controlled by Vincent.

"Do wizards have means of transportation?"

"We have Floo powder, door keys, flying brooms..."

"Wow, I really want to experience it soon! "

If he didn't have to find the way, Vincent would have tried it no matter how shameless he was.

Eric, who was driving, was very easy-going.

Although he didn't know the process of "persuading" the old principal, it was probably not much different from now.

Evelyn, who had a deep understanding, was smiling all the time.

Children who act like spoiled children get candy,

She didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.

Listening to Mag and Vincent in the back seat talking about the travel methods of the wizarding world and the customs of wizards, life was really good.

Without electricity, they would use magic for lighting.

They didn't have to do housework such as washing clothes and cooking by themselves.

She agreed with her son going to Hogwarts.

Dare Eric to object?

It's not a question of whether you dare or not, but a question of whether you can or not.

"Does the wizarding world have to pay taxes?"

"We don't need to. "

McGreg used extremely simple words to roughly explain the wizard's economic system.

First, the currency created by the goblins is made using special techniques, so it is impossible to imitate with magic.

Second, the wizard population is not so large that it is difficult to manage.

Finally and most importantly, any wizard who knows a little magic will not starve to death.

In their eyes, money is just a non-essential item to improve the quality of life.

"Great!" Vincent was excited from the bottom of his heart, "Our family finally doesn't have to worry about not being able to pay the rent!"

McGreg next to him had a sour nose.

At such a young age, he actually knows how to share his parents' worries.

It was really hard for her to imagine what kind of life this family of three would have lived in the future if the other person's name had not been written into the Hogwarts admission book when he was born.

"Oh, kid—"

Mag took off his square glasses, "I promise everything will be fine."

"Thank you, Professor."

Vincent was extremely ecstatic in his heart, but on the surface he seemed to be inspired, "I will become the first in the grade and let my parents live a happy life!"

"Oh, Vincent, you are the most sensible child I have ever seen!"

His eyes were slightly red, "Professor McGonagall, this is what I should do."

McGonagall, who was obviously moved by what he said, couldn't help but think back to the rules of Hogwarts.

Owls that are school property are not allowed to be pets of any students.

However, there is no prohibition on loaning it out.

If the performance is excellent, she thinks there is nothing wrong with giving some rewards.

"We're here." Eric parked the car steadily in front of a bar on Charing Cross Street.

Small and broken is synonymous with it.

The sign "Leaky Cauldron" is a bit wobbly.

Vincent stretched out his hand in front of his stunned parents and wiped the thick dust from the door.

"Wow, this place must be hundreds of years old, right?"

Mag opened the door calmly, "It was already standing here in the early sixteenth century.

After the implementation of the "International Federation of Wizards Secrecy Law", it is still responsible for hiding the existence of Diagon Alley. "

The environment inside the bar is not much better than outside.

Tom, the hunchbacked boss, even put his thumb into the filled wine glasses when handing them to the guests at the bar.

Eric's eyelids were twitching wildly when he just walked in.

The word "clean and hygienic" was his first impression of the magical world.

"Oh, Minerva—"

Tom greeted me cordially: "You are still as competent as ever."

"It's my duty." Mag said as if nothing happened.

"Hagrid has been here already?"

"Yes, he came with little Harry."

"You didn't scare him, did you?"

"Of course not," Tom promised emphatically: "Including those people, I don't think any wizard in the UK would dare to harm him."

Mag nodded and introduced the Wayne family to him.

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