This Hogwarts is not normal

It takes time for anyone to accept the collapse of the worldview that has been insisted on for almost a lifetime.

The seemingly stubborn Mr. Wayne slowly closed his eyes when Vincent demonstrated the magic for the seventh time.

When he opened his eyes again, the astonishment was no longer on his face.

"Why didn't you tell us about such an important matter earlier?"

Eric, who was being stared at, smiled wryly, "I'm not afraid that you will find it hard to accept."

"Fart!" The old man regained his composure after roaring.

"You bastard, you went to the army as soon as you graduated from Yin Dun, and after more than ten years, you suddenly said that you were going to get married."

He snorted heavily, "If I couldn't accept the reality, I would have gone to the Royal Boot Camp and tied you back."

"Yes, yes." Eric put on a flattering expression, "Dad, you are right, I was ignorant at that time."

Granny Wayne shook her head, "Okay, we already believe in the existence of magic."

Vincent hurriedly restored the teacup that had turned into a fat blue man, and began to introduce the magic world to the two of them.

As soon as he said the beginning, the dog's head of the big golden retriever kept rubbing over.

He was probably terrified, so he habitually took out a few bags of snacks.

No wonder owls are raised into big meatballs.

The old man and the old lady looked at the roof dumbfounded.

Cuckoo no longer trembled, and even looked eagerly at the snacks that were decreasing little by little.

"The principal of our school is 112 years old this year. He is the most powerful wizard now..."

The eccentric Dumbledore hadn't finished speaking when Gugu, who was so greedy, suddenly flew down and took it away and handed it a small biscuit with a big golden retriever.

Maybe it is based on such a long observation, it thinks this one is the most honest and the best to bully.

But that was before being robbed of food.

The big golden retriever instantly jumped up and bit off a few hairs on Yuanyuan's buttocks.

Gu Gu who flew back to the roof proudly ate the biscuit, then shook his head as if provocative.

The companion was bullied, and the other big golden retrievers didn't care about food, so they all came to sit under the beam where it was standing.

Seeing this scene, Vincent continued dumbfoundingly.

From the cat-turning dean to the recently retired Professor Kettleburn.

Of course, I dare not say that I lack arms and legs.

Then came the British Ministry of Magic, and then the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards.

Gwent went overseas, became Nicole LeMay's apprentice, won the Second Class Medal of the Order of Merlin and the Medal of Honor of the Magic Council...

Mr. Wayne would stare at Eric from time to time, as if to imply that he, as a father, was not good for a son.

The stark contrast between "family throne" and "family brotherhood".

It was almost early in the morning when Vincent finally finished roughly speaking.

The two old men are very energetic, but it's time to rest.

There are two guest rooms in the house, the larger one belongs to the Wayne couple, and the smaller one is actually okay.

Lying on the plank bed he had slept on as a child, Vincent soon dreamed of days when there was no magic.

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….early morning,

Eric splits wood with a knife outside the house.

Not because it is strong enough, but because this ordinary knife is an alchemy item.

Mr. Wayne stuck the ax in his hand on the ground.

The woodpile in front of him was already enough, but his son could easily split three or four times the gap.

There is no need to worry about this winter, and it will not be necessary to continue next year or the year after.

"Dad, do you want to try it?"

"Need not."

Picking up the ax and chopping it hard, the whole piece of wood split into several pieces in an instant.

Eric regretted it a little.

He shouldn't have mentioned the competition just now, so that the old man might not be stubborn.

The knife slid down gently like cutting butter, and there were more pieces of firewood with neat cuts.

There is no doubt that this competition is doomed.

After Vincent got up, he followed the smell of firewood to the kitchen.

There were listless big golden retrievers lying on their stomachs at the door, and inside were Mrs. Wayne and Yin Fulin who were preparing breakfast.

This battle...

Looking up thoughtfully, he saw Gu Gu who was hanging upside down and grasping the roof with his claws.

It should have been spent all night, but it seems that Cuckoo has the upper hand.

"Grandma, mom, are they having a conflict?"

Granny Wayne nodded with a smile, "Your grandfather was still the same as last night when he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and it will be like this when we prepare breakfast."

As the saying goes, "cats and dogs are natural enemies", if big flying cats are also considered cats, then they are indeed likely to fight.

Vincent went to the room to get his wand and came back, "Cuckoo is flying!"

The little paws were clinging to the wood on the roof, but unfortunately they couldn't be the opponent of the Flying Curse in the end.

He crouched down in front of the energetic big golden retriever with his arms in his arms,

"I hope you can think about it well."

The big wet nose is close at hand, and there are more than one.

By the time the smell was almost remembered, most of Gugu's feathers were already wet.

It tilted its head up and kicked its paws forward vigorously.

The fierce look failed to scare the big golden retriever away, but stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Gu Gu, who was wet all over, was rescued by Mrs. Wayne in the end.

She said "really heavy" when she picked it up from Vincent's arms.

"Cuckoo~"

This smug little face made the big golden retrievers very hurt.

He was originally honest and honest, but now he is still wronged.

Vincent rubbed their foreheads, "Okay, I'll get a few bags of zeros later—"

"Gu Gu!" The murderous Gu Gu flapped his little wings.

This shit shovel is a scumbag!

With a new love and forgetting the old love, it is so scumbag that it can no longer be scumbag.

Although in order, it is actually...

"Okay, let's go have breakfast." Mrs. Wayne said, Gugu had to be quiet.

As soon as the plates were put on the dining table, the old man and Eric also came in.

They looked like nothing, maybe because the result of the competition was unexpected.

After a country-style breakfast, Vincent brought snacks to the big golden retrievers as promised.

Most of them are low-oil and low-salt, and there are also quite unhealthy ham sausages and meatballs.

Gu Gu, who was protecting the food, couldn't take it anymore, and flapped his little wings to grab the snacks back.

But even the owls in the magic world have only the fate of being "beaten by gangs" in the end.

It was lying on the floor with its eyes wide open, completely wet and unable to even move.

The victorious big golden retrievers stick out their tongues, and their smiles look quite healed.

Although it is "depressing" to Cuckoo.

Eric said something to Mr. Wayne, and then found Vincent to ask him for two iron-copper alloy sniper rifles.

"Go hunting... just right!"

Gu Gu, who was still suspicious of the cat's birth, was carried out of the house.

The old man and the others are responsible for shooting, and it and the big golden retrievers are responsible for bringing the prey back.

This is blatant abuse!

Goo Goo, flapping its little wings, swears owls while flying.

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