This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Concerning the question about the Daily Prophet, Vincent, who had completely searched the inside and outside of the newspaper, finally found a line of small words printed vertically in the corner near the cut edge of the newspaper on the back.

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

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

"This..." McGonagall, with a slightly changed color, pursed her lips and took the newspaper in her hand.

It turned out that the pages that were basically praising the Ministry of Magic were almost replaced by reports on the Wayne family.

In addition to this, the only difference was this line of small words that ordinary people could hardly find.

Why did the incident in Gringotts, which is deeply trusted by wizards, only use a few words to summarize it?

This does not conform to the style of the Daily Prophet, but seems like the stupid habit of the Ministry of Magic to cover up the silver here.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"No." McGonagall folded the newspaper neatly.

"You are really smart, Vincent."

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

"There is a problem..." Vincent did not show any abnormality.

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

He did not get a free meal, but only saved two gold galleons.

In McGonagall's lack of interest, the Wayne family, who were the focus of attention wherever they went, quickly got used to it.

After buying everything on the list, it was evening.

"Professor, can Gugu really stay in 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 despite her heavy heart: "If other wizards come to visit you, remember not to have too much contact.

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

Her solemn instructions were 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 about studies." McGonagall agreed without much thought.

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

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

"See you at the beginning of the school."

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

In the back seat, Vincent watched McGonagall walk into the Leaky Cauldron, but recalled the feeling just now in his mind.

He was very confident that the request would be granted, just like writing down the correct answer in an exam.

"This world is real, there is no such thing as favorability..."

He, who knew little about the magical world, began to wonder if it was a special talent.

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

The recessive genes in the blood are passed down from generation to generation. Is it possible that they will mutate or evolve?

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" Evelyn saw his face full of worries from the rearview mirror, so she asked about his situation with concern.

"Don't tell me that you have to apply for a leave of absence from Hogwarts again because your father is a little famous."

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

"Really?"

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

Evelyn dispelled her concerns, but it was Eric who was driving who was unhappy.

"Boy, didn't you say you saved it?"

"Yes, it doesn't belong to me, so I dare to swear on it."

If it weren't for safety issues, Eric would have been beaten up no matter what he said.

Well, in my mind.

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The Wayne family's dinner is still low in oil and salt as always.

Even though the dishes are rich, Vincent still misses the roast suckling pig at noon.

A qualified housewife of the Great Ying Empire must first master various can opening skills.

The second is to ensure that the three meals of breakfast, lunch and lunch are balanced in the proportion of various nutrients needed by the human body.

Finally, the taste of the food.

Evelyn, who has been a full-time housewife since her marriage, has already trained these three points to the pinnacle.

In short, it is green and healthy, and you will not get fat even if you eat it for a lifetime.

"I'm full." Vincent, who refreshed his dining record, picked up a bag of biscuits and went upstairs.

"Gugu--" Gugu, who was hungry, followed with his little wings flapping.

"Dear, is our son worried about something?"

Eric, who was eating quietly, said vaguely: "After all, he is eleven years old, and it's time to reach puberty."

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

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

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

"I think 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 sofa and slowly opened the package in his hand.

"Let's just have one meal for now, and then go out to find something delicious tomorrow."

GuGu, holding a biscuit in his mouth, flapped his wings to express his happy mood.

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

As long as he was careful of the cats on the street, no one could let Gugu "suffer" again.

The little field mouse and the dried fish must be arranged.

"Well, Professor McGonagall will be very happy."

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

"Is it Le-Viosa or Levi-Osa..."

When he got the wand in his hand, he recited the complete spell as if he had suddenly realized it.

"Wingardium Leviosa——"

The direction pointed by the wand tip was exactly a red and white game console.

It floated in the air, rotating and undulating according to Vincent's command.

According to the pronunciation that just came to his mind, the Levitation Charm was indeed released correctly.

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

He stood up with the book in one hand, extremely doubting his sometimes effective and sometimes ineffective magic talent.

"Gugu--" Gugu flew up after dinner and stepped on the red and white game machine that was frozen in the 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 his chest and widened his eyes to show that he believed he wouldn't do that.

"You believe me, but why do I believe I'm right?" He stared at the spells in the book in a daze.

If it's because the floating spell has been heard before, then what about these that have never appeared?

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

Even if Vincent rides a flying broom, it can't be strictly considered a violation.

Ministry of Magic?

Don't be ignorant!

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

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