A great transformation into a living person is a magic show, a visual trick that requires a lot of preparation in advance.

What subverted all the Wayne and his wife's previous perception was Minerva McGonagall who turned from a kitten to an adult.

She was wearing a dark green robe and a pointed wizard's hat on her head.

This short transformation process of a few seconds is enough to prove the existence of magic.

Vincent was not surprised and even figured out one thing.

The reason why Gugu didn't eat the little field mouse must be because of the vice principal with a serious face in front of him.

"Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts' owls don't have the habit of eating voles-"

McGonagall's emerald green eyes under his square glasses were half-squinted and he looked at Gugu who was hiding in his arms.

"I'm very curious... forget it."

Her eyes came to Eric, who was full of vigilance, "Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts is not a cancer.

It is a historic magic school in Europe and the best in the world.”

The word "Hogwarts" was also deliberately emphasized by her tone.

Eric touched his nose awkwardly, "Ms. McGonagall, please understand the good intentions of a father."

"Of course." McGonagall let go of his pursed lips, "Magic for Muggles - Sorry, Muggles refer to people who can't do magic.

For Muggles, the magic is really too unbelievable.”

The clear facts were placed in front of the Waynes and his wife.

Evelyn seemed a little excited, "Is your principal Gandalf?"

McGonagall pursed his lips again: "No, our principal is the greatest wizard today, Albus Dumbledore."

Eric smiled helplessly, "My wife once yearned for magic very much."

He looked at the bookshelf, "This is her treasure, and I can't even touch it."

"I can understand." McGonagall didn't seem as inhumane as it seemed.

Vincent, who noticed this, blinked his eyes and walked forward with harmless faces.

"Vice Principal, if Gugu doesn't eat voles, what should he eat?"

"As long as it's not too fat." McGonagall focused on the packaging bag he had opened in his hand, "and also dried fish."

Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, plus a little humorous personality.

Vincent tightened the little cutie in his arms, "Vice Principal, where should I buy the things on the list?"

McGonagall looked at her two pairs of well-behaved big eyes and did not continue to look sternly. "Mr. Wayne, there is a special store for selling these things in Diagon Alley."

"How much does it cost? My dad can't even pay the rent for this month."

"Hogwarts doesn't need tuition," she couldn't ignore her innocent big eyes. "We can even provide bursaries when encountering certain families with financial difficulties."

The dark-faced Wayne and Eric, especially, immediately felt offended.

This building belongs to his father. Even if the business is difficult to do recently, can we still drive their family out?

What's more, the old man who crossed the sea was the second backer of the stinky brat in his family.

"Thanks to the Vice-Chancellor," Vincent's two big eyes shined: "Can I make Gugu my pet?"

“Not in principle, but you can see it often in Hogwarts.”

He looked at the owl in his arms reluctantly, "I will go to find you after school starts."

Such a well-behaved performance made McGonagall push it back, "Mr. Wayne, today is not over yet."

Not beyond the expectations of the Wayne and his wife, Vice President Hogwarts in front of them, like the old principal in Westminster, had been seized by their precious son.

"Does wizards have transportation?"

"We have Flu powder, door keys, Flying broom..."

"Wow, I really want to experience it soon!"

If I hadn't recognized my way, Vincent would have to experience it even if he was silly.

Eric was very easy-going when driving.

Although he didn't know the process of "convincing" the old principal, it was probably not much different from now.

Evelyn, who had a deep understanding, kept a decent smile.

A child who can act coquettishly has candy to eat, and she doesn't think there is anything wrong with this.

McGonagall and Vincent in the back seat of the car started with the travel method of the magic world and talked about the various customs of the wizards. It sounded like this little life was really good.

Without electricity, they will use magic to light it.

Do not have to do any housework such as washing clothes, cooking, etc.

Evelyn was ten thousand people who agreed to her son's visit to Hogwarts.

Dare Eric dares to have an objection?

It’s not a question of whether you dare or not, but a question of whether you can.

"Does the magic world pay taxes?"

“We don’t need it.”

McGonagall used extremely simple words to roughly explain the wizard's economic system.

First of all, the currency created by the fairies, and because it uses special production techniques, it is completely impossible to imitate it with magic.

The second is that the population of wizards is not as large as difficult to manage.

The last and most important thing is that any wizard who knows a little magic will not starve to death.

In their eyes, money is just a non-essential item that can improve the quality of life.

"That's great!" Vincent was excited from the bottom of his heart, "Our family finally doesn't have to worry about not being able to pay the rent!"

McGonagall's nose next to her was a little sore.

At a young age, he already knows how to share his parents' worries.

She could not imagine what kind of life the family of three would have lived in the future if Vincent's name had not been written into Hogwarts' book of access when he was born.

"Oh, kid—"

McGonagall took off his square glasses, "I promise everything will be fine."

"Thank you, professor."

Vincent was extremely ecstatic inside, but on the surface, he seemed to be inspired, "I will become the first in the whole grade and let my parents live a happy life!"

"Oh, Vincent, you are the most sensible child I have ever met!"

His eyes were slightly red, "Professor McGonagall, this is what I should do."

McGonagall was clearly moved by the words and couldn't help but recall Hogwarts' regulations.

Owls that belong to school property are not allowed to be pets for any student in principle.

However, if loans are not explicitly prohibited.

If she performed well, she felt that there was nothing wrong with giving some rewards.

"We're here." Eric parked his car firmly at the door of a bar on Charing Cross.

Small and broken is synonymous with it.

The sign "Broken Cauldron Bar" is a bit swaying.

Vincent reached out his hand in front of his stunned parents and wiped the thick dust from the door.

"Wow, this place has to be hundreds of years old, right?"

McGonagall opened the door calmly, "It had already stood in this place in the early sixteenth century.

After the implementation of the International Wizards Federation Confidentiality Act, it is still responsible for hiding the existence of Diagon Alley."

The environment inside the bar is not much better than outside.

Some hunchbacked boss Tom even put his thumb in half when he handed the wine glasses filled with the bar guests.

Eric, who had just entered the door, had his eyes pounding wildly.

The word "clean and hygienic" was his first impression of the magic world.

"Professor McGonagall." Tom nodded at her and then looked at the Wayne family, "Is it a freshman this year?"

"Yes." McGonagall stepped forward and greeted him.

"Hagir has come, right?"

"In the morning, he brought little Harry with him."

"You didn't scare him, did you?"

"Of course not," Tom promised: "I don't think any wizard in the UK dares to harm him, including those people."

McGonagall nodded and introduced him to the Wayne family.

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Chapter completed!