This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Two Bugatti supercars, one blue and one silver, were driving at a snail's pace on the streets of London.

In the blue car, Eric seemed to be mumbling something.

Sam, who was sitting in the passenger seat, heard the fuel consumption and the traffic jam.

"Uncle, is this car very fuel-consuming?"

"Nonsense, it's a 12-cylinder engine, and the DB5 you've been dreaming of driving on the street only has 6 cylinders."

This is common sense.

Even if the fuel consumption of the double cylinder number is not as exaggerated as double, it is not something that ordinary families can afford.

There are not many customers in the Wayne family's small shop. Is it really profitable to resell arms?

"High risk means high return." Eric stopped the car at the zebra crossing and waited for the traffic light to turn green.

"Don't you Aurors often arrest wizards who illegally sell black magic items? The nature of weapons dealers is the same as them."

Sam suddenly realized.

Under the influence of such a family, it is no wonder that Vincent has developed a bad character.

It is said that food and accommodation are provided, but the treatment is pitifully low.

Unscrupulous and black-hearted boss!

Vincent in another silver car subconsciously looked out the window.

Sam spoke very quickly, and no one knew what he was saying.

He retracted his gaze with a flattering smile on his face, "Mom, just let me drive for a while."

"No." Yin Fulin saw the green light and gently stepped on the accelerator,

"You are less than 13 years old now, at least you have to wait until you have a temporary driver's license."

The minimum age for a car driver's license in the UK is 17 years old, but you can apply for a temporary driver's license when you are 16 years old.

Of course I had a driver's license in my previous life, as long as I change my habit to right-hand steering and remember the traffic rules...

There are more than three years left, so I will wait slowly.

However, there is no age requirement in the magic world.

If I remember correctly, most wizard traffic laws only target flying vehicles, so it should be possible to avoid being discovered by Muggles.

His little thoughts did not escape Yin Fulin's notice. "Baby, it should be difficult to build a car with alchemy, right?"

"Ah, yes..." Vincent slumped in the seat with a bitter face.

"If the material is mithril, and it can be turned into an airplane and a submarine, I think it will take almost three years to build it."

"Come on, baby."

"I will, Mom."

He decided to go upstairs and pack his luggage as soon as he got home, and fly to Italy to see his own car factory tomorrow.

There was quite a traffic jam in London on weekends, and it was already evening when he got home.

As soon as Vincent unbuckled his seat belt, Eric ran over and glanced at the dashboard.

Damn fuel consumption!

It was less than 100 kilometers round trip, and he actually used up nearly 20 liters of high-octane gasoline.

"Dad, don't look at me like that."

It is illegal to use magic to transform a Muggle car, not to mention that he will soon be the British youth representative of the Wizengamot.

Knowing the law and breaking it is aggravating the crime.

Eric said with a straight face, "You wizards don't have any laws prohibiting Muggles from driving magical vehicles, right?"

"It seems not."

His expression relaxed instantly, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Sam, who had just walked a few steps after getting off the car, was inexplicably horrified.

Not only is his personality bad, but his lawlessness is also hereditary.

After saying hello to the two bodyguards, he dropped his suitcase and went upstairs directly.

Run!

Run back to North America!

Before being completely assimilated!

Vincent picked up the suitcase on the first floor and was about to yell a few words upstairs when he saw Sam carrying a pile of luggage downstairs.

"What are you doing?"

"Go home, back to my home in the United States."

"In a hurry?"

Sam smiled and shook his head, "Yeah, I've been away for more than half a year, and it's time to go back."

Vincent glanced at the red and white machine in his arms, "You... forget it, just treat it as a souvenir for you."

The oaths of the two bodyguards outside the door were made to each other, and they would not have any ideas if there were no wizards at home.

Eric and Yin Fulin were saying goodbye to him and asked him to come to Wayne's house when he was free.

The two bodyguards were particularly friendly, as if they couldn't wait for him to leave.

Vincent said nothing.

Because it won't be long before this man will come back.

His hunch was right.

Sam really came back at the beginning of dinner.

The wanted order of the Magic Congress was still there, and he was not mentally prepared to face Bradley.

"Well, can I stay a few more days?"

The Waynes winked at their son quietly, "Of course."

Sam was moved and sniffed.

The treatment was a bit low, but this family was very humane.

It would be better if the salary could be increased.

Today's dinner was particularly sumptuous, and even the two bodyguards who usually ate canned food were given a large plate of stewed potatoes and meat.

After finishing his meal, Vincent took a napkin to wipe his lips, and then went upstairs to pack his luggage.

When Sam, who wanted to apply for a salary increase, came over, he just opened his suitcase and took out his school robe.

"Wayne, I have something important to tell you!"

Vincent reached out to the closet and caught a few short-sleeved shirts flying over, "Why, don't you think I can contact Mr. Graves for you."

"Am I that kind of person?"

"You're not even as good as that kind of person."

Sam covered his chest and took a deep breath.

I have to endure this shit right after the holiday?

But staying at Wayne's house is better than wandering around, and being scolded is better than being beaten.

He saw pieces of clothing being put into the suitcase, and suddenly stared at Vincent with wide eyes.

"What are you doing again?"

"Wayne, you kid, don't you want to run away from home?"

Vincent closed the suitcase with a calm expression, "Our family is going to visit a factory in Italy tomorrow.

If there's nothing important, please leave my room now. "

Sam was pushed out of the door by him in a daze.

"Wait, what about me?"

"Do you have an Italian passport?"

"I can phantom—"

"Don't forget that time in Japan."

The door was closed with a "Peng" sound.

Speechless Sam walked to his room and suddenly remembered that he wanted to improve his treatment and hadn't said anything yet.

He resisted the urge to go back and walked downstairs.

Two bodyguards were doing post-dinner exercise.

After nearly two months of persistence, you can clearly see the muscles holding up the black suit.

"Shan—Boss Sam!"

"The boss's family is going to Italy tomorrow."

They subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Boss Sam, are you going with me?"

"No, I'm staying to look after the house."

The worst happened.

Whenever Sam was in a bad mood, he would always find various excuses to beat them both.

What improves the ability to resist blows, and trains the body's reaction speed.

"Do you know what the boss's status is?"

"Know."

"You know, hurry up and get to the backyard!" Sam flexed his wrist.

"Your previous employer hasn't solved it yet. If she takes the opportunity to send people over to cause trouble for the boss's family again, do you think you can handle it yourself?"

Yes, of course.

The two of them are somewhat famous in Knockturn Alley, and there are all kinds of guys in the Wayne family.

After a wave of intensive saturation attacks, all the real dark wizards may be left are ashes.

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