Chapter 10 Captain Gu Gu
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Qing Mo Da Xian
From the night Eric quietly installed a few small things, the Wayne family has been safe and sound for a whole week.
These days, the headline of the Daily Prophet has been replaced by The Boy Who Lived who is about to enter school.
"Harry Potter..."
Eric whispers the name hoarsely several times a day.
"Dad, isn't this great—"
Vincent has been worrying about his old father's hairline recently, "Maybe the reporter is scared."
"Better so."
Eric, with a little dissatisfaction on his face, is definitely envious of his future classmates.
So what if you drank a bottle of Gamp?
With this level of enthusiasm, can it be overshadowed by the savior of the bald socket man?
Vincent, who is easy-going, has been as indifferent as if he had seen through the world of mortals since he basically blew up the third floor.
The limited collector's edition of the red and white machine is gone,
It is said that even the IBM 5100, which time travelers flock to, is nothing to be sorry about.
The signed albums of the world's top stars always have the opportunity to reproduce,
He will not feel sad about it!
But according to Gu Gu, the only insider, this apparently calm boy just knelt in front of a pile of debris last night and choked up speechlessly.
Ah, Merlin!The price of learning magic is too high~
If it weren't for the existence of the Restoring Curse, Vincent would have gone mad from despair.
After learning the spell a few days later, he soon got to the point where he broke things for practice.
Under the classic Vincent's theorem, the Wayne family is basically in a state of integrity and damage, regardless of electrical appliances or furniture.
Five days before school starts.
The Boy Who Lived, who had been bombarded for half a month, finally took down the headline of the Daily Prophet.
"Potter and Wayne, the Advantages and Disadvantages of Mixed-Blood and Muggle Families—"
With such a title, it is obvious that they are here to make trouble.
After breakfast, the Wayne family looked at each other with tacit understanding.
If not expected, something will definitely happen today.
The smiling Eric took out a big cute one from the window, and put the golden peanuts into it.
"Private property is sacrosanct..."
When he uttered these words, Vincent felt so handsome.
"Dad, don't beat anyone to death."
"I know, I have a measure."
Under the four bad smiling faces, night fell quietly.
The temporary headquarters of Wayne's house was set up on the third floor that had been blown up countless times.
The most cutting-edge night imaging monitoring equipment shows that there is no abnormality inside and outside the whole building.
"Be patient." Eric, wearing a night vision goggle, held the new AW sniper rifle and scanned the nine small screens in front of him.
Vincent, holding a wand, looked out the window, "Mom, you didn't call the police, did you?"
"Not now." Evelyn brushed back her light blonde hair, "It will be hard to say when someone is caught."
"Gugu—" Gugu, with wide-eyed eyes, seemed to sense something unusual.
Following the gaze of the family of three, they found a small beetle flying low in the night.
"Captain, powerful magic is ready."
"Okay." Eric put the gun on the windowsill, and in an instant he aimed at the target flying to the first floor.
"Vice Captain, keep an eye on the surveillance equipment."
"Got it." Evelyn, who responded in a low voice, suppressed her smile.
"Ready——" Eric's index finger slightly pressed the trigger with his concentration.
"Fire!"
The 7.62 caliber peanut pierced the night sky, and galloped towards the flapping little wings on the left under the loud sound.
"puff--"
Eric didn't miss the shot, but the little beetle's movements were too flexible.
Vincent who raised his wand immediately reacted.
"Stop stiff legs!"
The tip of the staff seemed to jump out of a large invisible sound wave, covering the half-meter area near the gate on the first floor.
The head of the little beetle hit by the spell, and the three pairs of legs seem to be stuck together with super glue.
It struggled precariously to maintain its balance.
Eric loosened his index finger, "Captain, it's your turn to appear!"
"Cuckoo-"
The chubby Gu Gu jumped up high and slammed down on the little beetle.
"Boom~"
Less than three meters away from the gate, it successfully suppressed the mission target with its big butt that had grown new feathers.
The proud little expression of victory was deeply imprinted in the minds of the Wayne family.
Such an awesome owl should be named Wayne!
The broken environment of Hogwarts can't accommodate such a beast.
As the three pairs of eyes with green light stared at the gate, the little beetle under Gu Gu's crotch couldn't help trembling violently.
It failed, and it failed because of the contempt for Muggles.
When it was put into a small glass case, it suddenly bumped back and forth like crazy.
"Give up, this is the tempered glass produced by the only big country in the East—"
Eric took out a pack of cigarettes coolly from his pocket, "This thing is more than enough to resist rocket artillery."
The cigarette he was holding was in Evelyn's hand in the blink of an eye.
"Honey, haven't you quit smoking?"
"Hey, I'm just going to smell it."
This kind of heavy punching outside and submissiveness inside made Vincent's eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
look at bruce
Look at James again,
Shall I change my name to Vince?
"Boom-boom-"
Holding the glass cover, he followed his parents back to the first floor.
"This little beetle is quite stubborn,"
He shook the cover vigorously, "It's all like this, and I still refuse to be honest."
Eric, who was on guard at the door, checked his watch, "Kyle should be here soon."
With such a loud gunshot, the London Police Department will definitely send someone over.
Moreover, there is a high probability that it will be his old acquaintance Kyle in the army.
Thinking of this unscrupulous fat uncle, Vincent put down the glass cover without interest.
Although this person has a legitimate job on the surface, he is actually a veteran driver behind his back.
There is no entertainment venue in London, large or small, that he has not been to.
In a panic, Vincent fiddled with the handheld thermal imager that had just been disassembled.
After such a battle, the reporter probably won't come again.
According to the Ministry of Magic, wizards who dare to openly violate the "Secrecy Act" have not appeared for 11 years.
"Take it easy, I can't afford to pay for this stuff." Eric looked back in fear.
"Don't worry." Vincent flipped out the screen and pointed the device at Gu Gu who was eating small dried fish.
The orange to reddish color proves that the body temperature of an owl in the magical world is not much different from the normal body temperature.
"40.5 degrees, normal."
He pointed the thermal imager at the tiny beetle inside the enclosure.
Except for the lighter color, its overall temperature is actually higher than the outside world.
"Dad, there is a situation!"
Even if the small beetle has been hitting the glass, it should not be so active when the back shell is hotter than the outside temperature.
"It's almost 29 degrees."
The four pairs of big eyes looked at each other from a distance, and they all reacted quickly in the next second.
The body of this little beetle that does not give up is actually the first illegal Animagus of this century that has not been officially registered.
……
……
These days, the headline of the Daily Prophet has been replaced by The Boy Who Lived who is about to enter school.
"Harry Potter..."
Eric whispers the name hoarsely several times a day.
"Dad, isn't this great—"
Vincent has been worrying about his old father's hairline recently, "Maybe the reporter is scared."
"Better so."
Eric, with a little dissatisfaction on his face, is definitely envious of his future classmates.
So what if you drank a bottle of Gamp?
With this level of enthusiasm, can it be overshadowed by the savior of the bald socket man?
Vincent, who is easy-going, has been as indifferent as if he had seen through the world of mortals since he basically blew up the third floor.
The limited collector's edition of the red and white machine is gone,
It is said that even the IBM 5100, which time travelers flock to, is nothing to be sorry about.
The signed albums of the world's top stars always have the opportunity to reproduce,
He will not feel sad about it!
But according to Gu Gu, the only insider, this apparently calm boy just knelt in front of a pile of debris last night and choked up speechlessly.
Ah, Merlin!The price of learning magic is too high~
If it weren't for the existence of the Restoring Curse, Vincent would have gone mad from despair.
After learning the spell a few days later, he soon got to the point where he broke things for practice.
Under the classic Vincent's theorem, the Wayne family is basically in a state of integrity and damage, regardless of electrical appliances or furniture.
Five days before school starts.
The Boy Who Lived, who had been bombarded for half a month, finally took down the headline of the Daily Prophet.
"Potter and Wayne, the Advantages and Disadvantages of Mixed-Blood and Muggle Families—"
With such a title, it is obvious that they are here to make trouble.
After breakfast, the Wayne family looked at each other with tacit understanding.
If not expected, something will definitely happen today.
The smiling Eric took out a big cute one from the window, and put the golden peanuts into it.
"Private property is sacrosanct..."
When he uttered these words, Vincent felt so handsome.
"Dad, don't beat anyone to death."
"I know, I have a measure."
Under the four bad smiling faces, night fell quietly.
The temporary headquarters of Wayne's house was set up on the third floor that had been blown up countless times.
The most cutting-edge night imaging monitoring equipment shows that there is no abnormality inside and outside the whole building.
"Be patient." Eric, wearing a night vision goggle, held the new AW sniper rifle and scanned the nine small screens in front of him.
Vincent, holding a wand, looked out the window, "Mom, you didn't call the police, did you?"
"Not now." Evelyn brushed back her light blonde hair, "It will be hard to say when someone is caught."
"Gugu—" Gugu, with wide-eyed eyes, seemed to sense something unusual.
Following the gaze of the family of three, they found a small beetle flying low in the night.
"Captain, powerful magic is ready."
"Okay." Eric put the gun on the windowsill, and in an instant he aimed at the target flying to the first floor.
"Vice Captain, keep an eye on the surveillance equipment."
"Got it." Evelyn, who responded in a low voice, suppressed her smile.
"Ready——" Eric's index finger slightly pressed the trigger with his concentration.
"Fire!"
The 7.62 caliber peanut pierced the night sky, and galloped towards the flapping little wings on the left under the loud sound.
"puff--"
Eric didn't miss the shot, but the little beetle's movements were too flexible.
Vincent who raised his wand immediately reacted.
"Stop stiff legs!"
The tip of the staff seemed to jump out of a large invisible sound wave, covering the half-meter area near the gate on the first floor.
The head of the little beetle hit by the spell, and the three pairs of legs seem to be stuck together with super glue.
It struggled precariously to maintain its balance.
Eric loosened his index finger, "Captain, it's your turn to appear!"
"Cuckoo-"
The chubby Gu Gu jumped up high and slammed down on the little beetle.
"Boom~"
Less than three meters away from the gate, it successfully suppressed the mission target with its big butt that had grown new feathers.
The proud little expression of victory was deeply imprinted in the minds of the Wayne family.
Such an awesome owl should be named Wayne!
The broken environment of Hogwarts can't accommodate such a beast.
As the three pairs of eyes with green light stared at the gate, the little beetle under Gu Gu's crotch couldn't help trembling violently.
It failed, and it failed because of the contempt for Muggles.
When it was put into a small glass case, it suddenly bumped back and forth like crazy.
"Give up, this is the tempered glass produced by the only big country in the East—"
Eric took out a pack of cigarettes coolly from his pocket, "This thing is more than enough to resist rocket artillery."
The cigarette he was holding was in Evelyn's hand in the blink of an eye.
"Honey, haven't you quit smoking?"
"Hey, I'm just going to smell it."
This kind of heavy punching outside and submissiveness inside made Vincent's eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
look at bruce
Look at James again,
Shall I change my name to Vince?
"Boom-boom-"
Holding the glass cover, he followed his parents back to the first floor.
"This little beetle is quite stubborn,"
He shook the cover vigorously, "It's all like this, and I still refuse to be honest."
Eric, who was on guard at the door, checked his watch, "Kyle should be here soon."
With such a loud gunshot, the London Police Department will definitely send someone over.
Moreover, there is a high probability that it will be his old acquaintance Kyle in the army.
Thinking of this unscrupulous fat uncle, Vincent put down the glass cover without interest.
Although this person has a legitimate job on the surface, he is actually a veteran driver behind his back.
There is no entertainment venue in London, large or small, that he has not been to.
In a panic, Vincent fiddled with the handheld thermal imager that had just been disassembled.
After such a battle, the reporter probably won't come again.
According to the Ministry of Magic, wizards who dare to openly violate the "Secrecy Act" have not appeared for 11 years.
"Take it easy, I can't afford to pay for this stuff." Eric looked back in fear.
"Don't worry." Vincent flipped out the screen and pointed the device at Gu Gu who was eating small dried fish.
The orange to reddish color proves that the body temperature of an owl in the magical world is not much different from the normal body temperature.
"40.5 degrees, normal."
He pointed the thermal imager at the tiny beetle inside the enclosure.
Except for the lighter color, its overall temperature is actually higher than the outside world.
"Dad, there is a situation!"
Even if the small beetle has been hitting the glass, it should not be so active when the back shell is hotter than the outside temperature.
"It's almost 29 degrees."
The four pairs of big eyes looked at each other from a distance, and they all reacted quickly in the next second.
The body of this little beetle that does not give up is actually the first illegal Animagus of this century that has not been officially registered.
……
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