Regarding the Prophet Daily's questions, Vincent read through it inside and out, and finally found a line of small prints printed vertically from the corner on the back near the edge of the newspaper's cutting edge.

"Goling Pavilion was invaded by thieves, but fortunately the items in the vault were taken away by the owner earlier."

He reached out and pushed the glasses that did not exist on the bridge of his nose, "Professor, I think they want to cover up this matter."

"..." McGonagall's face changed drastically, and he pursed his lips and took the newspaper to his hand.

It turns out that the layout of the Ministry of Magic is basically all praised, and almost all replaced by reports from Wayne's family.

Apart from this, there are only small characters that are difficult for ordinary people to discover.

Why is this big event happening in the Guling Pavilion, which is trusted by wizards, summarized in just a few words?

This does not conform to the style of the Prophet Daily, but rather it is like the stupid habit of Wuyin here in the Ministry of Magic.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?"

"No." McGonagall neatly stacked the newspapers, "You're really smart, Vincent."

She praised her unnaturally, and when she returned the newspaper to the clerk, she did not forget to ask the other party to prepare a set of textbooks for freshmen.

There is a problem!

Vincent showed no abnormalities.

When paying, he also clearly stated that Eric, who signed the little wizards, was his father.

There is no exemption, just saving a gold medal.

In McGonagall's lack of interest, the Wayne family, who were eye-catching everywhere they went, quickly got used to it.

I bought all the things on the list, and it was already evening.

Outside the broken cauldron bar,

The Wayne family is saying goodbye to McGonagall.

"Professor, can Gugu really stay at our house?"

"Of course, as long as you take it back to Hogwarts when school starts."

McGonagall was a little worried, but he didn't forget to remind the Wayne family, "If there are other wizards coming to visit you, remember not to get in too much contact.

What is coming is the journalists, you can reject their interview requests, especially Rita Skitter."

The Wayne family remembered her solemn explanation deeply.

"Professor, can I write to you to ask questions about your studies?"

For some reason, Vincent always felt that this request would be agreed upon.

McGonagall did not think much, "It can only be a learning problem."

Vincent was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his premonition was right.

This feeling is very similar to intuition, but it is completely different.

"Professor McGonagall, we will see you at the beginning of school."

“See you at the beginning of school.”

After waving goodbye, the car that Wayne and his family drove out of Chaling Cross.

Vincent in the back seat looked at McGonagall's back as he walked into the stolen cauldron bar, recalling the strange feeling he had just now.

A confident request will be agreed, just like writing the correct answer during an exam.

This world is real, and it is impossible for a system similar to favorability to exist.

With only a slight understanding of the magic world, he began to wonder whether this would be a special talent.

The fact that Muggles can produce wizards is enough to prove that mana may have been spread throughout the human world.

Will the recessive genes in the bloodline be passed down from generation to generation, and will it lead to mutation or evolution?

Evelyn found through the rearview mirror that he was worried and asked with concern, "Baby, what's wrong with you?"

Vincent shook his head, "Mom, I'm fine."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes, "Baby, don't say that you have to apply for a leave of absence from Hogwarts because your father is famous."

"No, no." Vincent decisively denied, "I am just worried about fame."

"real?"

"I dare to swear with my dad's pocket money this year."

Evelyn gave up her concerns, but Eric, who was driving, was unhappy.

"Boy, didn't you say you saved it?"

Vincent blinked mischievously, "Yes, it's because it's not mine that I dare to swear."

If it weren't for the safety issues, Eric would have to beat him up.

Well, in my mind.

...

...

Wayne's dinner was still as low as oil and low salt as ever.

Even though the dishes are rich, Vincent still misses the roasted suckling pig at noon.

A qualified Daying Empire housewife must first master various can opening skills.

The second is to ensure that three meals in the morning and lunch, and the proportion of various nutrients required by the human body is balanced.

Finally, it’s the taste of the food.

Evelyn, who has been a full-time housewife since she got married, has already trained these three points to the peak of her ultimate state.

Simply put, it is green and healthy, and you will never gain weight after eating it for the rest of your life.

"I'm full." Vincent, who had set the dining record, picked up a pack of small cookies and went upstairs.

"Gugu——" Gugugu was so hungry that he flapped his wings and went over.

Evelyn keenly noticed the abnormality, "Dear, do our son have any worries?"

Eric, who was drying his head, said vaguely: "After all, we are eleven years old, and it's time to puberty."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes again, "I always think something is going to happen to this child."

"What can the little brat do in his room?"

Eric looked dissatisfied, "You can't just whisper a few spells and just blow up the whole room, right?"

"It must be because I thought too much."

...

...

On the third floor of Wayne's department store, it belongs to Vincent's independent kingdom.

He sat on the black couch and slowly opened the packaging bag in his hand.

"First make do with it, and then go out to the street to find something delicious tomorrow."

Gugu, holding a small biscuit, flapped his wings and expressed his joy.

Vincent smiled and picked up the textbooks stacked together next to him.

As long as you are careful about the cats on the street, no one can let Gugu "suffer".

The fat little field mice and dried fish must be arranged every day.

"Well, Professor McGonagall will be very happy."

He opened "Standard Spell, Elementary" and recalled the correct pronunciation of the floating spell.

"Is it Le Viosa or Le Viosa..."

When he got the wand, he suddenly recited the complete spell like a sudden realization.

"Yugadimuleviosa--"

The direction pointed by the tip of the stick happened to be a red and white game console.

It floated in the air, whirling and undulating as Vincent's command.

According to the pronunciation that suddenly appeared in my mind just now, I was indeed casting the floating curse correctly.

"Why don't other spells feel like this..."

He stood up with the book in one hand, terribly doubting his magical talent at the moment of being effective.

"Gugu——" Gugu, who had eaten his fill, flew up and stepped on the red and white machine that was frozen into the air.

Vincent looked up and stared at it without blinking, "How did you know I wouldn't cancel the spell?"

Gugu stood up with his small breasts and widened his eyes to show that he believed he would not do so.

"You believe me, but why do I believe I am right?" He was stunned at the spell on the book.

If it is because of a floating curse, what about these things you have never seen before?

The Law on Reasonable Constraints of Underage Wizards stipulates that underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school, and there is still a whole month before school starts.

I haven't entered school yet, so even riding a flying broom cannot be considered a violation of the rules.

Ministry of Magic?

Don't be rude!

Vincent moved his wand toward the empty small biscuit bag and recited a mantra that he didn't know how to pronounce correctly.

...
Chapter completed!