This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Friday the 30th.

After having dinner in advance, the Wayne family drove from London in the evening.

Surrey is southwest of the city, and it takes less than 4 hours to get there.

"Dad, why don't we go to grandpa's house?"

Eric held the steering wheel steadily, "To be honest, I haven't figured out how to explain to him that you went to a magic school."

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Maybe it was the shadow of his childhood, but he always acted nervous in front of Mr. Wayne.

Vincent remembered the last time he went to his grandfather's house, when he won first place in the British Youth Mathematics Competition.

It’s been almost 5 years, I hope the old man can accept the fact of magic.

Follow the Thames River in the west to Waverley, where there is a town named Farnham.

Further south is Little Whinging, but the Wayne family got off the bus at Bourne Forest halfway.

This forest is mainly composed of coniferous forests and is described in many words in Darwin's "The Origin of Species".

Turn on the flashlight and hike over several undulating hillsides. Everything around you is full of primitive atmosphere.

Vincent held Gugu in his arms and followed his parents without any psychological pressure.

The lighted place in the distance is the house where Mr. Wayne lives.

"Woof woof -" Before he got too close, there were already bursts of dog barking coming from inside.

Gugu opened his eyes wide and his little body was trembling.

"Don't be afraid. Didn't I tell you that my grandpa has many puppies at home - well, they should all be grown up now."

"Gu Gu——" It shrank into a ball and seemed to become more frightened.

Because in addition to the barking of dogs, there is also the sound of "rustling" running on the grass.

It certainly sounded like there were more than one or two, and a dozen or so dark figures could be vaguely seen.

The Waynes walked toward them calmly.

Maybe it had been too long, but the Cocker Spaniel at the front stopped roaring when he was almost there.

Its originally upright tail swung, and it suddenly pounced on Eric, who was already half-crouching down.

"Oh - you're the Duke?"

The cocker spaniel named Duke sniffed him with a wet nose.

Then came the Springer Spaniel with big ears.

Like the Duke, it pounced on Eric, throwing him flat on the grass.

Gugu watched the two big dogs licking his face with their tongues, and his little body couldn't help but tremble even more.

Then came four or five golden retrievers.

They didn't go to the Waynes to join in the fun, but instead circled around Vincent.

"Qiuqiu, Andy, Simon, Jelly, Pique..."

He read out the names one by one, and the enthusiastic golden retrievers ran even more energetically.

Gugu's little head turned around, and he soon became dizzy.

But even so, the little paws were clutching Vincent's arm.

"Don't do this..." Eric tried to stand up several times but was knocked down.

It wasn't until whistles were heard in the distance that he and Yin Fulin were finally rescued.

The figure holding a kerosene lamp and holding a shotgun in one hand was none other than Mr. Wayne—Edward Wayne.

There was a short-legged corgi beside him, and he didn't look good even when he saw his son and daughter-in-law.

But after seeing his grandson holding a ball of brown fur, the corners of his mouth were obviously rising.

Vincent pulled Gugu's little paw away and waved to him, "Grandpa!"

Mr. Wayne's wrinkled face was full of smiles. ♦♦  ♦♦

Although it was difficult to see clearly in the dark, he was indeed smiling.

Eric stood up stiffly, "Dad."

"Yeah." Mr. Wayne walked straight towards Vincent who was surrounded by golden retrievers.

"It was so late at night, I thought a wild boar accidentally ran over."

The way he smiled seemed to be hinting at something.

Yin Fulin looked at Eric with teasing eyes.

"Grandpa, if dad is a wild boar, then I will be a little wild boar, and you will be a big wild boar."

Mr. Wayne grinned.

He patted Vincent on the shoulder, "Your little mouth still looks like it's been smeared with honey."

"That's because you taught me well, Grandpa."

After the laughter, the old man noticed Gugu in his grandson's arms.

Not a rag doll?

Eyes move?

Alive?

Vincent raised the Gugu he was holding and said, "Grandpa, Gugu was my pet the year before last. It is an owl that can send letters."

"Owl!?" Mr. Wayne's eyes widened.

This is a lump of... is this an owl?

"Oh my god, what did you feed it?"

"Forehead--"

Looking at the speechless and choked Vincent in front of him, Mr. Wayne laughed heartily again.

His grandson has no other talent except that he is particularly popular with animals.

The last time the Wayne family came over, these golden retrievers were still newborn puppies.

When they first learned to walk, they surrounded little Vincent all day long.

Five years have passed and the little guys have grown up.

After he recalled the past, he suddenly stared at Eric fiercely.

"Dad, I-"

"Let's talk about it inside the house if you have anything else."

Vincent followed the old man like a good baby, and even cast a sympathetic look when he passed by his father.

"This kid!" Eric gritted his teeth immediately.

Yin Fulin took his arm without any psychological pressure and said, "My dear, let's go."

The house of the old man and his wife is a two-story wooden house built by themselves.

Old Mrs. Wayne stood at the door, her face filled with joy.

She looks very kind, the exact opposite of the serious old man.

"grandmother!"

"Oh - this is not my precious grandson!"

When she discovered that Gu Gu was not a rag doll, she had the same reaction as the old man.

As soon as he entered the room and sat down, the big golden retriever just now lay down quietly at Vincent's feet.

Gugu, who was placed on the wooden table, carefully moved to the edge and stared at them with his little head lowered.

"Goo!"

As soon as a big golden retriever put its nose close, it flapped its small wings and flew towards the roof.

When standing on the beam, it flapped its chest gently with its small wings.

Mrs. Wayne, who was making tea with Yin Fulin, was immediately amazed by such an anthropomorphic behavior.

"Mother-in-law, Gugu is not an ordinary owl, it comes from..."

"Ahem!" Eric coughed violently, as if he was not mentally ready to explain everything.

Vincent is much better, but tells things about the wizarding world from his own mouth...

"What's wrong?" Mr. Wayne was keenly aware that they had something to say.

"Grandpa, actually -"

"Let me tell you." Eric took a deep breath, "Dad, Vincent didn't go to school in Yinton."

The old man and the old lady relaxed.

It doesn't matter where the fat, ball-shaped owl comes from, as long as it's not a cannibal.

"He didn't go to Westminster either."

When you are old, your grandson can go to school wherever he likes.

Mr. Wayne is very open-minded.

If he had not asked Eric to read Yin Dun, the relationship between father and son might not be as tense as it is now.

"He goes to school at Hogwarts, a magic school with a history of nearly a thousand years."

"oh."

Wait—magic school! ?

Old Mrs. Wayne also reacted.

The old man opened his throat with a dark face: "Are you kidding me?

Let your biological son go to a magic school? You bastard, are you trying to piss me off? "

Eric knew he was going to get scolded.

He quickly winked at his precious son.

"Grandpa and grandma, actually..." Under the old man's already restrained gaze, Vincent took out the wand from his opened suitcase.

"Actually, magic is real, Gugu comes from the magical world."

A small flame burned on the tip of the ebony stick.

Under the gaze of two pairs of questioning eyes, the flames swelled several times in an instant.

The golden retrievers all jumped up in fright.

The old man and the old lady stared at the blazing flames with disbelief on their faces.

Being able to distort the surrounding air is indeed not an illusion projected by technology.

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