This Hogwarts isn't normal.

It takes time for anyone to accept the collapse of a worldview that has been maintained for almost a lifetime. ♦ൠ  ♦♦

Seemingly stubborn, Grandpa Wayne slowly closed his eyes when Vincent demonstrated magic for the seventh time.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no more astonishment on his face.

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

Eric, who was stared at, smiled bitterly, "I was afraid that you would find it difficult to accept it."

"Bullshit!" The old man regained his composure after yelling,

"You bastard ran to the army right after graduating from Yinton, and suddenly said you wanted to get married after more than ten years."

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

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

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

Vincent quickly restored the teacup that had turned into a blue fat man and began to introduce the magic world to the two.

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

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

No wonder he raised the owl into a big meatball.

The old man and the old woman looked at the roof with a smile.

Gugu was no longer trembling, and even stared at the snacks that were gradually decreasing.

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

Before the weird Dumbledore finished speaking, the greedy Gugu suddenly flew down and took away the biscuits handed to the big golden retriever. ♬♦  ♦♧

Perhaps based on such a long observation, it felt that this one was the most honest and easiest 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 its round butt.

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

The companion was bullied, and the other big golden retrievers didn't care about eating, and all came to sit under the beam where it stood.

Seeing this scene, Vincent continued with a smile.

Starting from the dean who can turn into a cat, he continued to introduce Professor Kettleburn who had just retired.

Of course, he didn't dare to mention the missing arms and legs.

Then he talked about the British Ministry of Magic, and then the magic ministries of various countries and the International Confederation of Wizards.

Gwent went overseas, became an apprentice of Nicolas Flamel, and won the Order of Merlin, the Second Class Medal and the Medal of Honor of the Magic Congress...

Old man Wayne would glare at Eric from time to time, as if to imply that he, as a father, had no son.

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The sharp contrast between "family throne" and "family brother position".

It was almost dawn when Vincent finally finished talking about it.

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

There were two guest rooms in the house. The larger one belonged to the Waynes, but the smaller one was actually OK.

Vincent lay on the wooden bed he had slept on when he was a child, and soon dreamed of the days when there was no magic.

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In the morning,

Eric was chopping wood with a knife outside the house.

It was not because he was strong enough, but because this ordinary knife was an alchemical item.

Old man Wayne stuck the axe in his hand into the ground.

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

There was no need to worry this winter, and if he continued, there would be no need to worry about it next year and the year after next.

"Dad, do you want to try it?"

"No."

He picked up the axe and chopped it hard, and the whole piece of wood instantly split into several pieces.

Eric regretted it a little.

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

The knife slid gently like cutting butter, leaving one piece of firewood after another with neat cuts.

There is no doubt that the outcome of this competition has been determined.

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

At the door were the listless big golden retrievers, and inside were old lady Wayne and Yin Fulin who were preparing breakfast.

What a scene...

Looking up thoughtfully, he saw Gugu hanging upside down with his claws on the roof.

It should have taken the whole night, and it seems that Gugu has the upper hand.

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

Old lady Wayne smiled and nodded, "When your grandpa got up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night last night, he was still the same as last night, and when we were preparing breakfast, he became like this now."

As the saying goes, "cats and dogs are natural enemies." If a big cat that can fly is also considered a cat, then they are indeed likely to fight.

Vincent went to the room and got the magic wand back, "Gugu, fly here!"

The little claws tightly grasped the wood of the roof, but unfortunately they were no match for the flying spell in the end.

He held Gugu and squatted down in front of the energetic big golden retriever,

"I hope you can get along well."

The big wet nose was right in front of him, and there was more than one.

When the smell was almost there, Gugu's feathers were already mostly wet.

It raised its little head and pushed its little paws forward.

The fierce look did not scare off the big golden retriever, but it stretched out its tongue to lick it.

The wet Gugu was finally rescued by old lady Wayne.

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

"Gugu~"

This proud little face hurt the big golden retrievers.

They were originally honest and kind, but now they are aggrieved.

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

"Gugu!" Gugu flapped his wings with murderous intent.

This shit shoveler is a scumbag!

He forgot his old love after having a new one, and he couldn't be a scumbag anymore.

Although in order, it is actually...

"Okay, let's go have breakfast." Old lady Wayne said, and Gugu had to be quiet.

Just as the plate was placed on the dining table, the old man and Eric also came in.

They didn't look like anything, maybe because the result of the competition was unexpected.

After a breakfast full of country atmosphere, Vincent brought snacks to the big 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 is guarding his food, can't stand it, and flaps his little wings to snatch the snacks back.

But even the owls in the magic world will eventually be "beaten up".

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

The victorious big golden retrievers stuck out their tongues, and their smiles looked quite healing.

Although it was "depressing" for Gugu.

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

"Let's go hunting... just right!"

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

The old man and his friends were responsible for shooting, and it and the big golden retrievers were responsible for bringing back the prey.

This is naked abuse!

Gugu, flapping his little wings, said owl dirty words while flying.

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