This Hogwarts isn't normal.

From the moment of its birth, magic is destined to be contrary to science.

Even a scientist who was hit on the head by an apple more than 300 years ago and subsequently discovered gravity could not understand the magic power of wizards and what principle they used to lift objects of different weights.

"Recover as before——"

The slender tip of the fifteen-inch long alder wand with a phoenix tail feather core instantly flashed a dazzling red light.

"Shet!"

The trembling wand made Vincent, who was very prescient, quickly squat down with his head in his hands.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

Every time a small piece of the packaging bag explodes, Gugu's little head will shake.

It was probably counting how many times the firecracker-like sound could go off.

Anyway, Vincent, who was curled up behind the sofa and pretending to be calm, thought so.

Facts have proved that it is not that he is so talented that he can learn everything instantly, but that due to some unknown reason, he can find the correct answer in a specific situation.

"Predict the future? Sixth sense? Or special powers..."

Vincent is also counting, but what he is counting is various abilities that cannot be explained by science.

When the packaging bag was shattered to pieces, he and Gugu looked at each other from afar as if they were awake.

"What do you think it is?"

"Gugu~"

"You have such a strange magical talent..."

He actually understood owl language.

No, I should say that I feel like I understand.

"Elixir..." He muttered to himself and opened the potion textbook, only to find that there was no relevant introduction to it in the first grade.

This kind of magic potion that brings good luck when you hear it is indeed very similar to the state of making the right choice with confidence.

"Would you mind a trip to Hogwarts?"

Gugu turned his little head aside.

Vincent got out of the sofa and rubbed his hands with compliments on his face, "Little field mouse all-you-can-eat meal?"

"Goo!"

Both parties to the deal are satisfied.

While Gugu was going to Hogwarts, he also investigated the Philosopher's Stone that was almost stolen from Gringotts during the day.

Nico Flamel, the only known maker recorded in the tome "History of Magic", not only achieved financial freedom through this legendary item, but also lives to this day despite insisting on drinking the elixir of life.

"Six hundred and sixty-six years old..."

Vincent, who was shivering on the sofa, thought that this fierce man in the alchemy world was probably the real strongest wizard.

No matter how low his talent is, he may have accumulated more mana with age than Dumbledore, the greatest wizard today.

If it were just a fight, Principal Deng, who single-handedly defeated the first Dark Lord, would definitely win.

"History of Magic" also records that the two men jointly published some alchemical papers at the beginning of this century.

Dumbledore - Flamel - Alchemy - Philosopher's Stone - Rich

A broad road lies in front of Vincent, who wants to revive the Wayne family.

The principal's thick legs must be successfully embraced!

Just when he was imagining that his future self would have the elixir of life and squander endless gold ingots, Gugu flew in from the third floor window with Mag's reply.

Before reading the letter, he wisely offered dried fish.

"Dear Vincent, I don't know why you have such doubts, but there are indeed wizards in the magical world who are born with special talents..."

The letter listed many strange magical talents.

For example, among this year's graduating class of Hufflepuff House, there is a student who is a natural Metamorphmagus.

She can change her hair and appearance at will without spells or potions.

Another example is the natural Legilimency master who joined the camp of the first Dark Lord decades ago.

The inability to switch on and off the ability to read other people's thoughts was actually the reason why she made a mistake when she was young.

As for the most important effect of the Felixir, Mag also wrote it down in detail in the letter.

"Improve the user's ability to control emotions, allowing them to enter a state where they are not controlled by emotions and can take accurate actions in extreme situations..."

Vincent can be sure that his mood does not fluctuate much, and not everything goes smoothly all the time.

"What exactly is it..."

The people lying lazily on the sofa gradually closed their eyes.

That night, Vincent had a dream.

The bald socket man in the dream was laughing maniacally and vaguely talking about where he was going to eat the big melon.

Avalon?

Or from Wakanda?

After waking up, he only remembered eating the big melon.

Well, it’s still a big green melon.

"Gugu!" The energetic Gugu seemed to be urging something.

"I know, I'll take you to find the little field mouse later~"

Vincent twisted his sore neck, opened the closet, picked up a black sportswear and walked into the small bathroom on the third floor.

The drops of water dripping from the showerhead instantly woke up his brain.

"Strange, why would I think of Legilimency..."

After squeezing out the shampoo, he rubbed his head and recalled the content of the reply letter last night.

Reciting a mantra can recall memories, and without reciting Legilimency, one can know what is currently in his mind. The natural master is actually unable to control the switch on his own.

The only Occlumency that can compete is a high-end magic that requires you to clear your mind at all times and suppress your own feelings and memories.

"Hey, if you can't control the switch..."

Vincent suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth in surprise.

To put it bluntly, the Felixir only puts people into a state where they will not be disturbed by any external factors.

If the natural master cannot control the switch of the suppressed emotions and memories of the brain occlusion technique...

Vincent, whose bubbles were about to drip into his eyes, subconsciously wiped them with his hands.

"Ah, my eyes!"

Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone.

When he came under the shower by feeling the sound, his forehead, which had just washed off a little bit of bubbles, came into close contact with the tiles.

"Fuck the Felixir!"

This kind of unlucky thing is obviously not the so-called lucky "bonus".

Vincent, who took a shower with his eyes closed, was 100% sure that he was a natural master of brain occlusion.

The reason why the Felixir works is that he is too familiar with something, so he mistakenly produces a similar illusion.

For example, he knew the levitation spell, but never knew the repair spell.

It's not that he knows the answer in advance, but it can reduce the probability of failure.

Vincent, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, carried a small schoolbag and went downstairs with Gugu in his arms.

Eric was very confused while flipping through the Daily Prophet: "What's wrong with you? There's no photo of your face today."

"It will happen sooner or later." He walked over curiously.

The headlines of today's newspaper are still about the Wayne family, but there is a page promoting Gamp wine.

Tom is really a profiteer!

Vincent picked up a small bun from the plate under Evelyn's extremely dissatisfied eyes, "Mom and Dad, I will be back before noon."

"Don't bring back any weird little animals--"

Eric's voice has been a little louder since last night, "Remember, we are all decent people now."

I don't know if they are decent, but they are definitely swollen.

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