This Hogwarts is not normal

early morning.

After a good night's sleep, Vincent opened his eyes, sat up and looked under the window.

The effect of the silence spell is good, and you can't hear it even if you are fighting hand-to-hand or the spell is flying around.

After brushing your teeth, wash your face.

Going downstairs to the dining table, Evelyn has already prepared breakfast.

Eric was reading the newspaper, his expression became more and more exaggerated,

"My God! Your classmate's father won the jackpot!"

Vincent took a closer look, and it was a photo of Arthur and Molly receiving the bonus.

Percy and Ron still have the Gwent card bonus, and the Weasley family should be able to improve their lives.

and many more,

On the train yesterday, Fred and George seemed to have talked about a possible family trip to Egypt.

700 Gold Galleons is enough, and there are even a lot left.

"It's a pity." Eric put the newspaper aside, "I also plan to invite them to Italy for vacation."

The eldest son has been away from home for four years, so it is better not to bother them.

Vincent spread jam on the toast with a knife, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen their Bill and Charlie yet."

In Gryffindor House, the senior students I knew spoke highly of them both.

Big brother Bill is the prefect and the head of the boys' student union, and has won 12 OWLs examination certificates.

The second brother Charlie is average in his studies, but as the former captain of the Quidditch team, he must have a high talent in sports.

With such two brothers as role models, it's no wonder Percy is always serious and Ron is always a little inferior.

As for Fred and George...

If mischief is a gift, then they are definitely masters.

The breakfast full of laughter and laughter ended, and Sam also dragged two bruised bodyguards in.

"It won't work all night, it's so weak!"

He threw the two of them on the ground like throwing a rag, "Listen, I'll heal your injuries now, and continue after breakfast!"

"Yes, Boss Sam."

Vincent walked upstairs sympathetically, as did Eric and Evelyn.

Don't look at the pitiful one now, maybe she has done more cruel things in the past.

After the Wayne family came down, there was no mercy just now.

"You two gentlemen, please come on."

"Yes, Master Wayne!"

"I put some money in the drawer outside, don't you all starve."

"Yes, Mrs. Wayne!"

"Remember to look after your home."

"Yes, Master Wayne!"

Under the reluctant eyes of the two, the Wayne family finally went out.

And what awaits them is an extremely cruel hell.

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The Wayne family went through security at the airport and boarded the plane for takeoff.

"Dad, how did the two of them become so obedient?"

Eric's expression became unfathomable, "After I came back last month, if nothing happened, I would let Sam train them according to the standards of the previous team."

Vincent gasped.

No matter how good the wizard's physical fitness is, it is the standard of the special forces...

There is no way to resist, only to obey.

And it's Sam who is facing him, so it's good to say that he's not crazy.

"Maybe by this winter, they will be qualified bodyguards." Seeing his father's smug expression, he cooperatively gave a thumbs up,

"Wow! Dad, you are really amazing!"

"Of course, I have trained a lot of thorns before, and the first-class ones like Sam will become very useful as long as they are placed in the right position."

The Aurors of the Magic Congress will always go back one day, and Patel and Lake cannot let go.

Then let them restrain each other with an unbreakable oath, and then infuse the spirit of obedience deep in their souls, and two bodyguards who truly belong to the Wayne family were born.

Vincent looked horrified.

The tough guy dad who always believed in big fists is the last word, never thought he could control human nature so precisely.

"Dad, I am convinced!"

"Small." Eric waved his hand seemingly casually, "If there are a few more unlucky ones, I can train them into a qualified elite team in minutes."

In the middle of imagining a bright future, a direct flight from London to Modena, Italy, took off.

Overturning the "Secrecy Act" is undoubtedly tantamount to becoming an enemy of the International Federation of Wizards.

Grindelwald tried to overthrow himself by becoming the president, but Dumbledore, who stopped him, was elected as the current president decades later.

It's okay to support it, but if you don't support it, you have to reason with the federation.

After winning the title deed at the end of Knockturn Alley and the "escort" of the Ministry of Magic, it should be more than enough to pull out three or two elite teams.

With an evil smile full of sinister calculations, the flight landed safely before noon.

Modena is known as the supercar Silicon Valley.

There are many top supercar manufacturers such as Ferrari, Lamborghini, Maserati, De Tomaso, etc. gathered here.

Coming out of the airport hall, you can see a black coupe parked on the side of the road from a distance, which you have never seen before.

Arched air intake, Bugatti English logo in white on red background.

"Dad, is that car ours?"

"Yes.

Bugatti EB112, equipped with a v12 engine, a top speed of 187 miles per hour, a 4-door, 5-seater concept car. "

Vincent took a look around the car first.

The whole car is flat and round, and the rear of the car looks like a Volkswagen Beetle.

The Bugatti engineer who drove it came up behind him, "Son, do you like this car?"

"It's okay, it would be nice if the appearance could be thicker."

"Thick? This will indeed be more deterrent."

Eric stepped forward and hugged the engineer gently.

"Mr. Wayne."

"Luka, she is my wife, Evelyn, and he is my son, Vincent."

"I know." Luca Schreiber nodded to Vincent,

"Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Wayne, your son has perfectly inherited the advantages of both of you."

He inherited his strong physique from his father and his handsome looks from his mother.

After a few pleasantries, Luca drove the Wayne family to the Bugatti depot in Campogaliano near Modena.

The smooth blue walls of the square building are divided into lines like bricks, with a slightly darker blue oval logo in the middle.

The words "BUGATTI" can be clearly seen through the white pattern on the "brick".

Standing outside the car factory are 4 top automotive engineers in the industry. They are all design teams hired by the former boss Romano Artioli with a high salary.

From the supercar EB110 to the coupe EB112.

For Bugatti, which has been reorganized for less than 5 years and pursues uniqueness, this kind of research and development speed is actually not slow.

But to survive the current recession, it will not be enough to stand out from the countless supercar manufacturers.

Currently the world's fastest mass-produced car, the top speed of Bugatti EB110 is only 342km/h.

So, what if there is a mass-produced car with a speed of more than 400 kilometers per hour?

Can the epoch-making speed myth bring Bugatti back to life?

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