The entire building at 139 Oxford Street was made by Old Wayne who worked hard little by little back in the sea.

In addition to this building, there are seven or eight buildings scattered on this street.

On the first floor of No. 139, Wayne’s department store.

The second floor belongs to Vincent's parents.

The third floor, which does not have to pay rent, belongs to him.

"I don't care, I'm just going to Hogwarts!"

"Wake up, kid, magic does not exist."

Vincent strode into the store with his owl in his arms.

He came to his mother Evelyn, who was sitting inside the glass counter, and then turned his mouth to Eric who was anxious and angry.

"Mom, I don't miss Westminster anymore."

"Why?"

“One ring to rule them all!”

Evelyn glanced at a set of genuine books on the bookshelf next to her, "Baby, are you going to find your Supreme Lord Ring?"

"Yes." Vincent raised the owl in his arms high, "it can prove the existence of the magical world!"

"Gugu——" The owl nodded proudly, even Eric was puzzled.

This unique little thing seems to be able to understand human words.

Eric pointed to the owl's little head, "Child, it must have been specially trained by the criminal group to deceive people..."

There are many people in London with the surname Wayne, and there are always people who are willing to take the bait by casting a wide net.

Vincent turned the owl to face himself, "Do you eat fish?"

"Gu—" it shook its head.

"insect?"

"Gu--" It shook its head again.

"mouse?"

"Gugu!"

After the owl nodded, Vincent looked at his parents with a surprised face.

"I heard it, it said it doesn't eat fish or bugs."

Evelyn, who hadn't figured out what was going on, and Eric, who was trembling all over, watched him go upstairs.

"Dear, what's wrong?"

"Our baby son was fooled..."

When the matter was basically finished, Vincent, holding a small shovel, happened to walk down with his schoolbag on his back.

Eric's eyes were pounding.

Is this situation going to run away from home?

"stop!"

He stopped the door of the store with a quick step, "Child, it's very dangerous outside, and it's going to be dead."

Vincent looked at each other with the owl in his arms.

People have worked hard to deliver a letter and say that they have to have a big meal.

"I……"

"Child, magic does not exist, even Kama Taj is just a fictional manga."

"I……"

"Damn Hogwarts, this name is not a serious school."

Vincent didn't want to score three times, and he looked at one of his backers pitifully.

Evelyn raised her hand and held her forehead.

To be honest, she had such fantasies before.

But after she got married and had children, she had no choice but to bow to reality.

"Baby, I'll buy you a bat suit."

"No!" Eric looked a little excited, "Bond is the ultimate dream of a man!

Child, when you graduate from Westminster, I will buy you a DB5.”

Vincent's mouth twitched wildly.

My parents' expectations for him were too great.

When he was a rich man during the day, he caught the fugitive patient at night, and James, who was both good at picking up girls at work, lived a very "hard" life.

"Mom, I'm just finding something for Gugu."

"Gugu? This owl?" Evelyn felt relieved.

As long as you don’t run away from home, there is no problem finding the Fire Dragon.

Eric watched his son leave and suddenly remembered an idiom from the East.

If my wife hadn't been spoiled too much, this kid would have been trained by him to become a man of uprightness.

...

...

Under the guidance of the owl Gugu, Vincent successfully found a small field mouse with excellent quality near the grass of the gallows on the West Street.

It did not notice the danger approaching, and was still focusing on plucking the soil under its feet.

One step, two steps.

When half of the black shadow appeared, it leaned its little head and turned back.

The little boy holding a shovel was nothing, the key was the owl with hungry eyes.

It was a little panicked and ran into the alley next to it with four short legs.

Unlucky things will surely come one after another.

Most of the front was covered with shadows, and there were a pair of emerald green eyes.

"This is so lucky--"

Vincent gave a thumbs up and gave a thumbs up to the cat who was walking out of the shadows.

If it weren't for this tabby cat with stripes even on the face, the little field mouse in front of him would have run away.

"Gugu, go quickly."

Gugu stared at his eyes widened and curled up in his arms.

It seemed as if it was very afraid of the tabby cat, and it didn't even dare to look at the other person.

"Don't be afraid, you are all a family." Vincent half-squatted in front of the little field mouse, "I will help you with the wind, no one dares to come and grab you."

Gugu, the croaking Gugu, began to tremble in his arms.

"You can always believe what I have, right?"

Vincent raised his shovel and pointed at the tabby cat taking elegant little steps.

"No matter whether you understand it or not, it was the one that Gugu and I first fell in love with."

The tabby cat seemed to be completely unintelligible and walked straight past the little field mouse.

"Zhizhizhi—" The little field mouse seized the opportunity and thrilledly avoided the shovel that was about to cover himself.

Under Vincent's extremely regretful gaze, it swung flexibly into the shadows ahead.

"Oh, all previous efforts were wasted—"

Vincent stood up and stared at the tabby cat with some resentment.

Gugu's big meal not only ran away, but also was intimidated.

This cat was definitely intentional!

He remembered the other person's appearance and characteristics deeply in his mind.

"Gugu, don't be afraid."

When Vincent walked out of the alley, he always felt that the tabby cat behind him was strange.

If you don’t catch the mice, you won’t have dried fish with him.

"Can you say..." He hugged Gugu's hand tightly with vigilance.

On the east street, tabby cats followed.

The park is following.

The alleys outside the kitchen in the restaurant are still following.

Seeing that it was a little pitiful, Vincent bought a bag of dried fish when he was about to get home.

"Eat it, low in salt and low in oil."

The tabby cat stood there, and its emerald green eyes never moved down.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Vincent felt that it had pursed his lips for a moment, and his eyes became extremely sharp.

"Even the dried fish is disgusted with the useless meow..."

He thought he was dazzled.

It is not surprising that Hogwarts owls can understand human words, but if you encounter a cat on the street, you will never be able to have such anthropomorphic manifestations.

In the department store, it was difficult for Wayne and his wife to accept the fact that their son had gone out for half an hour and turned back a small animal.

"Even if you forget the owl, you should keep this cat?"

"It's not me, it's you."

Eric suddenly laughed: "Okay, great!

This hell Warthog Magic School! It’s simply a cancer in the whole world!”

The tabby cat in the corner suddenly raised its little head and stared at him fiercely with its emerald green eyes.

"Bloody hell! Even this cat is not normal!"

At this moment, the tabby cat suddenly swelled.

"Good gift crab!" Eric quickly blocked the mother and son.

Vincent opened his mouth wide in surprise, and always felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

The only movie in the series I watched in my previous life seems to have this plot.

In the Hogwarts Magic School, there is a professor who teaches transformation and can turn into cats.

She actually wrote to her vice principal.

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Chapter completed!