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"I'm not in any danger. You should know that I'm a genius. I can protect myself."

Hughes said to his father confidently. The implication was that he was more worried about the people at home.

Then Hughes told Mick and Wood about his original intentions and the causes and consequences of his actions.

After hearing this, Mick sighed: "It seems that there is no shortage of arrogant and ignorant people everywhere! Even those magical wizards."

"Forget it, let's not discuss anything else for now." Mick Jielian asked.

"Now, what are we going to do? I mean, if these wizards attack, do we have any means to defend or fight back?"

"Although I heard you say before that wizards are jealous of the law of secrecy and will not do anything to ordinary people, but we all know that the strong always have privileges, right?"

Hughes blinked, and then calmly explained: "First of all, I used the Loyalty Charm to protect everyone's identity information and home addresses."

"Secondly, I have also prepared enchanted protective gear for everyone, the necklaces I just gave to Emma and Nicole, which can protect them from attacks."

"But armor alone is not enough. Armor without counterattack is not my style." Then he took out the two rings he had prepared before, "These are the magic rings I prepared for you."

"You only need to recite it silently in your mind to launch a magic attack."

Before Hughes could hand over the ring.

Mick snatched it over, looked at the ring over and over, and asked excitedly: "What kind of attack is it? Can it shoot out fireballs like biu, biu, biu?"

"Uh..." Hughes looked at Mick like that and held his forehead helplessly, thinking: "What is a biological child? This is called a biological child. Emma and Mick don't need to go to the hospital for identification."

Even if Mick didn't ask, Hughes would introduce it to them.

He pointed to the magic ring on Mick's index finger, "Yes, your magic ring is engraved with the fireball spell."

"I have improved the spell, and it is very powerful. Did you see the liquid in the hollow layer of the ring? That is a magic potion, enough to fire twelve fireballs."

"You can replenish it when it's used up."

"Wow!" Mick couldn't help but sigh: "Beautiful, son, you are really a genius, much better than Tony from the Stark family."

Hughes said to Wood again: "The other inscription is the ice cone technique. If you recite it silently in your heart, you can send out ice cones."

At this time, Wood, who had always been rigid and serious, could not hold back the joy in his heart.

Wood looked at the ring carefully.

For them, magic is a legendary existence, but now it is within their reach.

Mick calmed down and asked: "By the way, can the Loyalty Charm you mentioned really protect us?"

Hughes also understood Mick's doubts, and then explained: "The Loyalty Charm is an extremely complex secret magic that can hide secrets in the soul of the chosen keeper."

"Unless the secret keeper takes the initiative to leak it, no matter who it is, no matter what, even if they stand in front of the protected person, they will not be able to know the secret of the protected person."

After Mick understood the principle of this spell, his face showed a solemn and serious expression.

Of course he knew that his son was not an ordinary child who was naive and naive.

But he also didn't know much about Hughes's wizarding life.

So he had to ask carefully: "Who is the secret keeper? Is it reliable?"

"It's my headmaster, Professor Snape. Although his reputation in the wizarding world is not good, he is a man who will use his life to fulfill his promise."

After hearing this, Mick and Wood not only felt relieved, but also admired Professor Snape.

Wood, who had never expressed an opinion, said: "Although I have not personally experienced the power of wizards, it will not work if no measures are taken."

No one knows better than him what the so-called nobility is.

He could roughly predict how angry these nobles in the wizarding world would be after the young master published that kind of paper.

"The theory of blood is a tool used by nobles to maintain their status. The young master must have pissed them off."

Hughes tilted his head and looked at him, who quickly said: "Master, although there are wizards protecting this place, they will not stay here all the time. Moreover, there are other people in the manor and near the village, and the master also goes to the company every day We have to work hard to deal with things."

"Wood, you are right!" Mick said: "Find some good guys to protect everyone."

Wood: "I have some friends in the past who should be able to help."

"I still have some reconnaissance props here. Mr. Wood, you can arrange them as you like tomorrow."

Hughes took out a bunch of props that looked like eyeballs.

"The magic eye's detection radius can reach 1 mile. You can just bury him in the soil based on this."

Wood finally scouted the magic eye and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that his son had created another novel magic prop, Mick said angrily: "You still have such a good thing? Why didn't you take it out earlier?"

Obviously these props cannot be created in a day, and there is no telling how many good things he still has.

A good night's sleep.

"No matter how long I have been away, my bed at home is still more comfortable."

Hughes began to dress, wash, and tidy up his appearance, because his mother Nicole was very strict about etiquette education.

Of course, such a trivial matter would not be difficult for the mature-minded Hughes.

Thanks to him, Nicole could pretend to complain at the tea party: "Being a genius mother is unfulfilling. I would rather give birth to a piece of barbecued pork."

So Versailles finally got its comeuppance.

After giving birth to Emma.

This kind of naughty child who can't teach, doesn't listen, and is slovenly all day long, Jeanne, the leader of the ladies, has lost her middle name.

During the tea party, my daughter was completely helpless.

Therefore, she often asked her husband: "Why is Emma different from her brother? Isn't she my biological child?"

Mick, who has always been courteous to his wife, couldn't help but roll his eyes like this (visitor, pictured above).

Looking at the child in the mirror, Hughes made a serious, objective and fair comment like 'the appearance is very good', and then went downstairs.

"Hey, it's so early for you!"

Hughes said good morning to his father and sat at the dining table to eat breakfast.

"If it weren't for certain people, I wouldn't be in my thirties, and I would still be working as hard as those young men."

Mick said angrily, glared at him, then grabbed the bread and took a big bite.

Because Mick engaged in free love too early, he himself was just an adult when Sosius was born. Over the years, father and son became more like brothers than father and son.

Mick wanted his family to live a luxurious life.

He started his career in real estate, and later relied on policies to acquire shares in well-known domestic communications, energy, media and other companies, building up a deep family business.

With such innate conditions, Hughes suggested that Mick get involved in entertainment, culture and other industries.

In the end, a simple real estate company was upgraded into a diversified ecological group.