This Hogwarts is not normal

Regarding the question about the Daily Prophet, Vincent, who went through it inside and out, finally found a line of small characters printed vertically from the corner of the back near the cutting edge of the newspaper.

"Gringotts was broken into by thieves. Fortunately, the contents of the vault were taken away by the owner earlier."

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

"This..." Mag, who changed slightly, pursed his lips and took the newspaper in his hand.

It turned out that the pages that were basically all praising the Ministry of Magic were almost replaced with reports about the Wayne family.

In addition to this, there are other differences, only the small print that is difficult for ordinary people to find.

Why do you only use a few words to summarize what happened to Gringotts, which is deeply trusted by wizards?

This doesn't fit the Daily Prophet's way of doing things, it's more like the Ministry of Magic's stupid habit of having no money here.

"Professor, what's the matter with you?"

"No." Mag folded the newspaper neatly.

"You're really smart, Vincent."

She praised somewhat unnaturally, and then when returning the newspaper to the clerk, she asked the clerk to prepare a set of textbooks for freshmen.

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

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

There is no free bill, just two gold galleons saved.

In McGonagall's lack of interest, the Wayne family quickly got used to being the center of attention wherever they went.

After buying everything on the list, it was evening.

"Professor, can Gu Gu really stay at our house?"

"Of course, as long as you start school and bring it back to Hogwarts."

McGonagall outside the Leaky Cauldron, despite his heart, did not forget to remind them: "If other wizards come to visit you, remember not to contact them too much.

If it's a reporter, you can turn down their interview requests, especially Rita Skeeter's. "

Her solemn confession was kept in the hearts of the Wayne family.

"Professor, can I write to you about my studies?"

For some reason, Vincent always felt that this request would be granted.

"It can only be a study problem." Mag agreed without thinking too much.

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

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

"See you at the beginning of school."

After waving goodbye to the Wayne family, they drove out of Charing Cross Road in the car they had arrived in.

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

He was so confident that the request would be granted, it was almost like writing the correct answer on an exam.

"This world is real, there can't be such ghosts as favorability..."

Knowing little about the wizarding world, he began to wonder if it might be a special talent.

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

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

"Baby, what's the matter with you?" Evelyn saw his preoccupied face from the rearview mirror, and asked about the situation with concern.

"Don't say that because Dad is a bit famous, you have to apply for a suspension of study here at Hogwarts."

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

"Really?"

"I'd swear on Dad's pocket money this year."

Evelyn dispelled her worries, but Eric, who was driving in his turn, was upset.

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

"That's right, it's the one that doesn't belong to me, so I dare to swear on it."

If it weren't for the safety issue, Eric would have to beat everything.

Well, in the head.

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The dinner of the Wayne family is still low in oil and salt as always.

Even though the dishes were rich, Vincent still missed the roast suckling pig at noon.

A qualified housewife must first be proficient in various jar-opening skills.

The second is to ensure that there are three meals in the morning and noon, and the proportion of various nutrients required by the human body is balanced.

In the end, it's the taste of the food.

Evelyn, who has been a full-time wife since she got married, has already exercised these three points to the peak.

Simply put, it is green and healthy, and you will not gain weight if you eat it for a lifetime.

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

"Cuckoo——" Cuckoo, who was so hungry, flapped his little wings and followed.

"Honey, is there something on our son's mind?"

Eric, who was so busy, said vaguely: "After all, I'm 11 years old, so it's time to reach puberty."

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

"What can a little kid do in his own room?"

Eric said disapprovingly, "You can't blow up the whole room by chanting two curses, right?"

"I must have thought too much."

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The third floor of Wayne's department store is an independent kingdom belonging to Vincent.

He sat on the black couch and slowly opened the packing bag in his hand.

"Make do with a meal first, and then go quietly to the streets to find something delicious tomorrow."

Gugu, with a biscuit in his mouth, flapped his wings to express his happy mood.

Smiling Vincent picked up the stacked textbooks next to him.

As long as you watch out for cats on the street, no one can make Goo Goo "suffer" again.

Small voles and small dried fish must be arranged.

"Well, Professor McGonagall will be delighted."

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

"Is it Le Viosa, or is it Le Viosa..."

When he got the wand in his hand, he suddenly recited the complete spell.

"Wingardim Leviosa—"

The direction pointed by the stick tip happened to be a red and white game console.

It floated in mid-air, rotating and undulating following Vincent's command.

According to the pronunciation that came to mind just now, the floating spell was released correctly.

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

Standing up with the book in one hand, he was extremely suspicious of his sometimes ineffective magic talent.

"Gu Gu—" Gu Gu flew up after dinner and stepped on the red and white computer that was frozen in midair.

Vincent raised his head suddenly, staring at it without blinking, "How do you know I won't cancel the spell?"

Gu Gu puffed out his small chest, and stared round his eyes to express his belief that he would not do this.

"You believe me, but why do I believe that I am right?" He stared at the spell in the book in a daze.

If it's because of the levitating spell, what about these never appearing?

The Statute of Secrecy prohibits underage wizards from using magic outside of school, and there is still a full month to go until enrollment.

Even if Vincent was riding a broomstick, strictly speaking, it was not a violation.

Ministry of Magic?

Don't be ignorant of flattery!

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

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