This Hogwarts isn't normal.

On the way back to the hotel, the streets were deserted.

Italians attach great importance to family, and part of the reason is the boring nightlife.

"It's mainly because the public security is relatively poor." Eric, who was driving, slowed down.

"I have a friend who went to Milan a few years ago. He took the subway during the day and a pickpocket stole his wallet. He went out to look for it at night - uh, he was almost robbed when he was out wandering."

What can he find at night? This person must not be a serious friend.

"Dad, is he Uncle Kyle?"

Eric looked at Vincent's innocent big eyes through the rearview mirror.

It's not surprising that a child who is about to enter puberty at the age of 13 can associate these things.

"Ahem -" He coughed awkwardly several times, as if he wanted to defend Officer Kyle who likes to go to clubs.

"I didn't know how to cherish when I was young, so I haven't married until now."

It was dry and unconvincing.

Yin Fulin couldn't bear it any longer, "Baby, don't learn from Kyle. Once you do something wrong, you can never go back."

"Yes, Mom." Vincent was touched.

The real prophecy cannot be changed, but he can decide every choice he makes.

Seeing his son's heartfelt look, the Waynes didn't continue the topic.

Children of this age are more rebellious and will reject the ideas forced into them by their parents.

After dinner in the hotel room, Vincent opened Nico's manuscript.

In the magic circuit that occupies half of the book, find all the magic circuits that control the activities of the puppets.

Today's trip to the Bugatti car factory gave him a lot of gains.

For various reasons, supercars are destined to be pure handmade luxury goods like alchemical items.

No matter how high the price is, it is just a means of transportation for ordinary people.

So what about mass-produced alchemical items?

No longer a luxury item exclusive to a few people, ordinary wizards can also experience their magic.

Changing the customer base means that the samples designed at the beginning have to be redesigned.

The first six steps were handed over to the production line built according to the principle of puppets, and the alchemist only needed to complete the final condensation.

Greatly save labor costs, and then split and reduce the functions.

"The International Alchemy Association will definitely strongly oppose it..." Vincent put away the scribbled drawings.

There are stubborn elements in any era.

The birth of the alchemy factory means that the importance of alchemists has decreased.

The emergence of cheap products will infringe on their interests. Even if he is Nicolas Flamel's apprentice, he will be slandered and abused more.

But if he retreats even at this step, how dare he overturn the "Secrecy Act"?

Wake up from a sleep.

"What!?" Eric was frightened by Vincent's bold idea.

After the Bugatti car factory, it turned out to be a magic-driven alchemy factory.

"I have the technology, but the key is that I don't know how to design it."

The automated production line is not something that an outsider can do blindly. It must have relevant knowledge and professional guidance.

The drawings completed before going to bed were too sloppy, basically the same as the original prototype.

Yin Fulin hung up the room service phone, "Baby, isn't your teacher related to the German Volkswagen Group?"

"Yes, so..."

"Da-da-da-"

The family of three looked at the window.

An owl that had just put down the newspaper stood on the windowsill.

Eric skillfully took out a few cookies from the suitcase, "So you plan to go to Germany in advance?"

"Yes."

He opened the window and put the cookies away, then took the newspaper in, "Let's go after we have explained the situation to the car factory."

He opened the newspaper curiously and sighed again.

It was just on the headlines yesterday, and it's another headline today.

"I met the Wesley family by chance, and they actually used the bonus like this!"

The title is a little off, and the signature is indeed not Rita.

"Look, there is also their family portrait!"

Vincent stepped forward to take a closer look.

The sturdy guy standing next to Arthur with his hands on his waist should be Charlie, so the tall guy at the back is Bill.

All nine people were smiling brightly, and the photos were probably not taken under duress.

"Dad, do you think the recent newspapers are strange?"

"Yes, a few days ago, it was all about your defense professor. Your mother and I were almost sick of it.

If I didn't want to know more about your wizard world, I would have unsubscribed from this crappy newspaper long ago."

"Ding Dong——" Yin Fulin smiled, got up and opened the door of the room.

She came back with breakfast, "Don't listen to your father's nonsense, we just dislike this kind of incompetent liar."

I haven't paid attention for a while, and it seems that the old man is determined to evade legal sanctions.

The fine may not be more than the gold galleons spent, and the pure-blood family who have to maintain their face is quite pitiful.

Eric sandwiched the ham and cheese between the bread, "They won't be on the headlines tomorrow, right?"

"If there is other news, it shouldn't be."

He took a bite with a little jealousy.

Vincent held back his laughter, "Dad, if you want to be on the headlines, you can always go to the Leaky Cauldron."

Not only would you get a bonus if you finished a bottle of Gump, but you would also be widely reported by the news-starved Daily Prophet.

"No, I won't drink that poison even if I'm beaten to death!"

The hesitation on his face was so convincing.

After a cheerful breakfast, the Wayne family went to the Bugatti factory and then drove to Bologna Airport in Modena.

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Diagon Alley, Daily Prophet newspaper.

Editor-in-Chief Guffey was discussing something with Rita.

“Please, big news won’t fall from the sky!” She was a little excited.

“Recent sales are getting lower and lower, isn’t it because you took their gold galleons!”

It was the exposure of the wizard card scam and the exposure of the dark side of Knockturn Alley, and she spoke more confidently without realizing it.

Guffey forced a smile, “Rita, you are the gold medal reporter of our newspaper. As long as you are involved, sales will definitely increase.”

It was almost the critical point after all the compliments.

“Okay.” Rita’s eyes revealed cunning, “But I will just be a name in the newspaper in the future.”

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Compared with the sharp decline in sales, keeping her can create greater benefits for the newspaper.

But the situation is different now.

The higher the fame, the higher the social status.

No matter how big the Daily Prophet is, it may not satisfy her appetite.

Gu Fei compromised,

"Rita, I just hope you can give priority to publishing the article in our newspaper."

"I will." Rita's smile is confident and charming.

She is now a freelance journalist, and she can submit her articles to wherever she wants.

There is no restraint, and no need to be suppressed.

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