This Hogwarts is not normal

Mr. Wayne caught the most prey, and Gu Gu, who was dragging a pheasant, was already tired and collapsed.

When it was about to take a good rest before continuing, the big golden retriever who was bullied by it last night came over wagging its tail.

Put them all in their mouths, and run away.

"Cuckoo—" The only sound left was the scream of the owl.

When Vincent was counting how much exercise he could get with his fingers, a scene that almost made the three of them stare out of their eyes appeared.

The big golden retriever ball holds a pheasant in its mouth, and Gu Gu Gu who gently flaps its small wings stands on its back.

The weight loss plan failed again.

Are cats and dogs natural enemies?

The outcome between him and Cuckoo is decided, Eric and Mr. Wayne are not over yet.

It's just that no matter how fierce the battle is, Vincent is not in the mood to watch the battle right now.

As the biggest winner, Gugu obviously didn't show any hostility towards the big dogs after returning to the cabin.

When the two fathers and sons who had harvested a lot came back, they were even playing and chasing outside the house.

Maybe Mr. Wayne won again, and he stopped talking to Eric with a dark face.

"Dad, why don't you move back to London so you can see us all the time."

"Farewell, the environment here is pretty good, and occasionally there will be young people who love to explore."

Seeing that their relationship was getting better, Vincent's original depressed mood was swept away.

If you are fatter, just be fatter, at worst, invent some alchemy props that can assist flying.

Miniaturize the broomstick, and get a few more if you don't have enough power.

Now that this is the case, it seems that there is no need to be obsessed with the appearance of the broom.

There are many Muggle solo flying devices, but most of them are experiments in concept.

Even if there is a finished product, it is not perfect, and each has more or less fatal flaws.

Jetpack?

Flying boots?

flying cloak...

Who said only wizard Voldemort can fly by himself?

Vincent, who seemed to be smirking, helped his father and grandfather move the prey into the house, and then continued to sit quietly at the door.

It can only be that something good happened.

When Eric moved the grill, he also smiled and went over to help fix it.

"Dad, grandpa seems to like you much more. Did you lose on purpose again?"

"What is deliberate, I really can't compare with his old man."

The two father and son looked at each other and smiled.

Mrs. Wayne brought the sauce and brushes, and the old man also brought out the processed meat.

By the time Yin Fulin took out the sharpened barbecue skewers, the charcoal under the grill had already burned red.

The prey just caught was a bit too much, so I simply ate barbecue outside for lunch.

The old man picked up a large piece of venison leg and put it on the grill, "Remember to take some back when you leave, your mother and I can't finish eating so much."

Eric nodded guiltily, "Okay."

If he hadn't been going to Harry's birthday party tonight, he wouldn't have worked up the courage to walk into Bourne Forest yesterday. ….Googoo seems to have become familiar with the big dogs, and they are all eagerly waiting to eat.

Vincent's scalp was numb from the sight, so he could only speed up the roasting to produce tender and juicy roasts one after another.

It's not seasoned much, and the sauce is not brushed too much, but the ingredients are fresh enough.

After a full meal, Gu Gu is saying goodbye to the big dogs.

Seeing its reluctant appearance, the Wayne family decided to spend the rest of the summer vacation here.

"Grandpa and grandma, are you coming to my election as the Wizengamot's British youth representative?"

Mr. Wayne and the old lady shook their heads with a smile,

"We are used to the quietness, just read it in the newspaper."

Newspapers and periodicals in the wizarding world can be subscribed and unsubscribed at any time, just because of the owls sent to the Bourne Forest.

But if it can be like Goo Goo, it will soon fall in love with it.

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4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

The whole roof of this house was removed last year, and there is no iron fence, and the lifeless brown-yellow exterior wall has been replaced with warm light red and warm yellow.

The small attic is expanded into a normal room, and the tables, chairs, bed cabinets are all brand new.

Harry was sitting on the floor unwrapping presents.

Although it had already been opened in the early hours of his birthday, there were obviously many gifts from wizards he didn't know.

In the previous 12 years, it was not received because of the Dursleys, but it is different from this year.

Not only Dedalus Diggle, whom he met when he was a child, but also Codoli, who shook hands with him warmly when he first went to the Leaky Cauldron, also prepared gifts.

Of course, many of them are unsigned.

For example, this crumpled, barely readable greeting card with the words "Happy Birthday".

It is estimated that the journey is far away, it looks like it has been soaked in water and then dried.

It smells salty, and it probably fell into the sea when it was delivered.

After finishing the second round of presents, it's already time for afternoon tea.

Under the "education" of the Waynes, the Dursleys also developed this good habit.

Whether you are resting or at home, you must have a cup of hot black tea when the time comes.

Vernon, who specially asked for a day off, bought some snacks. Although most of them fell into Dudley's swollen stomach, Harry still felt unprecedentedly happy.

If there was no lawsuit last year, if he hadn't chosen to forgive...

"Ding Dong——" the doorbell stopped him from thinking further.

"Dudley, go and open the door."

"Okay, Mom." Dudley took the tissue from Petunia and wiped his greasy hands and mouth.

Those who came here at this time can only be those who attended the cousin's birthday party.

He nervously pulled the doorknob.

one two three four five six seven eight nine……

Fortunately, it wasn't the family that I least wanted to see.

But the bald old man at the front looks familiar. He seems to be some kind of Ministry of Magic commissioner who came here last year?

A pair of red-haired twins squeezed in suddenly, pulling the short black sticks held high in their hands.

"Harry, did you like our surprise?"

Countless colorful small fireworks sprayed out.

The Dursleys stared at Harry for a split second as they watched them gradually form the words "Happy Birthday".

Probably recalling last year's lawsuit, they hesitated to speak and finally said nothing.

"Fred! George!" Molly grabbed one of their ears with one hand,

"I should have left you in Egypt so you wouldn't bother Harry."

Vernon stood up and waved his hands reluctantly, "Mrs. Weasley, this won't cause any trouble."

He winked at Harry. "Our family loves surprises, don't we, Harry?"

"Well, we all like surprises."

A few days ago, Harry wrote to invite Wes to come to his family for today's birthday party.

The reply letter was received in the early morning when the presents were being unwrapped, and Ron expressed regret that his family had to be absent because they were still traveling in Egypt.

I didn't expect it to be fake, it was to create a surprise.

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