Chapter 3
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Being transformed is a magic show, a visual trick that requires a lot of preparation in advance.
And it was Minerva McGonagall, who turned from a kitten into an adult, who overturned all the previous cognitions of the Wayne couple.
She wore dark green robes and a pointed wizard's hat on her head.
This transformation process in just a few seconds has already proved the existence of magic.
Vincent was not surprised, and even figured out one thing.
The reason Gugu didn't eat the little field mouse must be because of the serious vice principal in front of him.
"Little Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts owls don't have the habit of eating mice—"
The emerald green eyes under Mag's square glasses looked at Gu Gu who was hiding in his arms.
"I'm curious...forget it,"
She seemed to be in a hurry, "Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts is not a cancer,
It is a magic school with a long history in Europe and the best school in the world. "
The word "Hogwarts" was deliberately emphasized by her.
Eric touched his nose in embarrassment, "Ms. McGonagall, please forgive a father's hard conscience."
"Of course," McGonagall loosened her pursed lips a little, "magic is for Muggles—sorry, Muggles refer to people who don't know magic.
For Muggles, magic is indeed too unbelievable. "
The glaring facts were right in front of the Wayne couple.
Evelyn seemed a little excited, "Is your headmaster Gandalf?"
McGonagall pursed her lips again: "No, our principal is the greatest wizard today, Albus Dumbledore."
Eric smiled helplessly, "My wife used to yearn for magic very much."
He looked at the bookshelf, "This is her treasure, even I can't touch it."
"I can understand." McGonagall didn't seem to be as unreasonable as it appeared on the surface.
Vincent, who noticed this, blinked his eyes and walked forward with a harmless face.
"Vice-principal, if Gu Gu Gu doesn't eat mice, what should he eat?"
"As long as it's not raw," Mag focused on the unsealed packaging bag in his hand: "There are also small dried fish."
Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, plus a little humorous personality.
Vincent tightened his grip on the cutie in his arms, "Vice Principal, where can I buy the items on the list?"
Under the gaze of the two pairs of cute and big eyes, Mag stopped keeping a straight face, "Little Mr. Wayne, there is a special store in Diagon Alley that sells these things."
"How much is the tuition fee? My dad can't even afford this month's rent."
"Hogwarts doesn't need tuition fees," she couldn't ignore her innocent eyes. "We can even provide scholarships to families with financial difficulties."
The dark-faced Waynes, especially Eric, immediately felt offended.
This building belongs to his father, even if business is hard to do recently, can they still drive their family out?
What's more, the old man who crossed the sea is still the second backer.
"Thanks to the vice principal," Vincent said with twinkling eyes, "Can I make Googoo my pet?"
"No in principle, but you can often see it at Hogwarts."
He reluctantly looked at the owl in his arms and said, "I'll find you after school."
Such a well-behaved performance made Mag push it back, "Little Mr. Wayne, today is not over yet."
As expected by the Wayne couple, the Hogwarts vice-principal in front of them, like the old principal in Westminster, was under the control of Vincent.
"Do wizards have transport?"
"We have floo powder, portkeys, broomsticks..."
"Wow, I really want to experience it soon!"
If he hadn't had to know his way, Vincent would have to experience it no matter how sloppy he was.
Eric, who drives, is very easy-going.
Although he didn't know the process of "persuading" the old headmaster, it might not be too different from now.
Evelyn, who understood deeply, was always smiling.
Children who can act like a baby have candy to eat,
She didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.
Listening to McGonagall and Vincent in the back seat of the car talking about the travel methods in the wizarding world, and talking about the customs of wizards, these little days are really good.
Without electricity, they would use magic to light it.
You don't have to do housework such as washing clothes and cooking.
She was one of 1 in favor of her son going to Hogwarts.
Eric dare to have an opinion?
It is not a question of dare, but a question of can.
"Does the wizarding world pay taxes?"
"we do not need."
McGonagall roughly explained the wizard's economic system with extremely simple words.
First of all, the currency made by fairies is completely impossible to imitate by magic because it is made with special craftsmanship.
Secondly, the population of wizards is not so large that it is difficult to manage.
Last but not least, any wizard who knew a little magic would not starve to death.
In their eyes, money is just a non-necessity to improve the quality of life.
"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!"
The Mag next to him had a sore nose.
At such a young age, he already knows how to share the worries of his parents.
It was really hard for her to imagine what kind of life this family of three would have lived in the future if the other party's name hadn't been written in the admission book of Hogwarts at birth.
"Oh boy—"
McGonagall took off the square glasses, "I promise everything will be fine."
"Thank you, Professor."
Vincent, who was extremely ecstatic in his heart, seemed to be inspired on the surface, "I will become the number one in the whole grade, so that both parents can live a happy life!"
"Oh, Vincent, you are the most sensible kid I've ever met!"
His eyes were slightly red, "Professor McGonagall, this is what I should do."
McGonagall, who was obviously moved by what he said, couldn't help but recall the rules of Hogwarts.
Owls belonging to the school property are not allowed to be pets of any students in principle.
However, if it is borrowed, it is not prohibited.
If she performed well, she felt that there was nothing wrong with giving some rewards.
"We're here." Eric parked the car firmly in front of a bar on Charing Cross Road.
Small and broken is its synonym.
The signboard of "The Leaky Cauldron" is still a bit wobbly.
Vincent reached out his hand in front of the stunned parents and wiped the thick dust from the door.
"Wow, this place must be hundreds of years old?"
Mag opened the door calmly, "It was already standing in this place at the beginning of the sixteenth century.
After the implementation of the "International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act", it has been responsible for hiding the existence of Diagon Alley so far. "
The environment inside the bar is not much better than outside.
Some hunchbacked Tom the proprietor even stuck his thumb in when he handed the bar patrons full glasses.
Eric's eyelids twitched as he just walked in.
The word "clean and hygienic" was his first impression of the magic world.
"Oh, Minerva—"
Tom greeted cordially: "You are still as competent as ever."
"Duty." Mag greeted as if nothing happened.
"Hagrid already came?"
"Yes, he brought little Harry."
"You didn't scare him, did you?"
"Of course not," Tom assured, "Including those people, I don't think any wizard in the whole of England would dare to harm him."
McGonagall nodded and introduced the Wayne family to him.
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And it was Minerva McGonagall, who turned from a kitten into an adult, who overturned all the previous cognitions of the Wayne couple.
She wore dark green robes and a pointed wizard's hat on her head.
This transformation process in just a few seconds has already proved the existence of magic.
Vincent was not surprised, and even figured out one thing.
The reason Gugu didn't eat the little field mouse must be because of the serious vice principal in front of him.
"Little Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts owls don't have the habit of eating mice—"
The emerald green eyes under Mag's square glasses looked at Gu Gu who was hiding in his arms.
"I'm curious...forget it,"
She seemed to be in a hurry, "Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts is not a cancer,
It is a magic school with a long history in Europe and the best school in the world. "
The word "Hogwarts" was deliberately emphasized by her.
Eric touched his nose in embarrassment, "Ms. McGonagall, please forgive a father's hard conscience."
"Of course," McGonagall loosened her pursed lips a little, "magic is for Muggles—sorry, Muggles refer to people who don't know magic.
For Muggles, magic is indeed too unbelievable. "
The glaring facts were right in front of the Wayne couple.
Evelyn seemed a little excited, "Is your headmaster Gandalf?"
McGonagall pursed her lips again: "No, our principal is the greatest wizard today, Albus Dumbledore."
Eric smiled helplessly, "My wife used to yearn for magic very much."
He looked at the bookshelf, "This is her treasure, even I can't touch it."
"I can understand." McGonagall didn't seem to be as unreasonable as it appeared on the surface.
Vincent, who noticed this, blinked his eyes and walked forward with a harmless face.
"Vice-principal, if Gu Gu Gu doesn't eat mice, what should he eat?"
"As long as it's not raw," Mag focused on the unsealed packaging bag in his hand: "There are also small dried fish."
Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, plus a little humorous personality.
Vincent tightened his grip on the cutie in his arms, "Vice Principal, where can I buy the items on the list?"
Under the gaze of the two pairs of cute and big eyes, Mag stopped keeping a straight face, "Little Mr. Wayne, there is a special store in Diagon Alley that sells these things."
"How much is the tuition fee? My dad can't even afford this month's rent."
"Hogwarts doesn't need tuition fees," she couldn't ignore her innocent eyes. "We can even provide scholarships to families with financial difficulties."
The dark-faced Waynes, especially Eric, immediately felt offended.
This building belongs to his father, even if business is hard to do recently, can they still drive their family out?
What's more, the old man who crossed the sea is still the second backer.
"Thanks to the vice principal," Vincent said with twinkling eyes, "Can I make Googoo my pet?"
"No in principle, but you can often see it at Hogwarts."
He reluctantly looked at the owl in his arms and said, "I'll find you after school."
Such a well-behaved performance made Mag push it back, "Little Mr. Wayne, today is not over yet."
As expected by the Wayne couple, the Hogwarts vice-principal in front of them, like the old principal in Westminster, was under the control of Vincent.
"Do wizards have transport?"
"We have floo powder, portkeys, broomsticks..."
"Wow, I really want to experience it soon!"
If he hadn't had to know his way, Vincent would have to experience it no matter how sloppy he was.
Eric, who drives, is very easy-going.
Although he didn't know the process of "persuading" the old headmaster, it might not be too different from now.
Evelyn, who understood deeply, was always smiling.
Children who can act like a baby have candy to eat,
She didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so.
Listening to McGonagall and Vincent in the back seat of the car talking about the travel methods in the wizarding world, and talking about the customs of wizards, these little days are really good.
Without electricity, they would use magic to light it.
You don't have to do housework such as washing clothes and cooking.
She was one of 1 in favor of her son going to Hogwarts.
Eric dare to have an opinion?
It is not a question of dare, but a question of can.
"Does the wizarding world pay taxes?"
"we do not need."
McGonagall roughly explained the wizard's economic system with extremely simple words.
First of all, the currency made by fairies is completely impossible to imitate by magic because it is made with special craftsmanship.
Secondly, the population of wizards is not so large that it is difficult to manage.
Last but not least, any wizard who knew a little magic would not starve to death.
In their eyes, money is just a non-necessity to improve the quality of life.
"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!"
The Mag next to him had a sore nose.
At such a young age, he already knows how to share the worries of his parents.
It was really hard for her to imagine what kind of life this family of three would have lived in the future if the other party's name hadn't been written in the admission book of Hogwarts at birth.
"Oh boy—"
McGonagall took off the square glasses, "I promise everything will be fine."
"Thank you, Professor."
Vincent, who was extremely ecstatic in his heart, seemed to be inspired on the surface, "I will become the number one in the whole grade, so that both parents can live a happy life!"
"Oh, Vincent, you are the most sensible kid I've ever met!"
His eyes were slightly red, "Professor McGonagall, this is what I should do."
McGonagall, who was obviously moved by what he said, couldn't help but recall the rules of Hogwarts.
Owls belonging to the school property are not allowed to be pets of any students in principle.
However, if it is borrowed, it is not prohibited.
If she performed well, she felt that there was nothing wrong with giving some rewards.
"We're here." Eric parked the car firmly in front of a bar on Charing Cross Road.
Small and broken is its synonym.
The signboard of "The Leaky Cauldron" is still a bit wobbly.
Vincent reached out his hand in front of the stunned parents and wiped the thick dust from the door.
"Wow, this place must be hundreds of years old?"
Mag opened the door calmly, "It was already standing in this place at the beginning of the sixteenth century.
After the implementation of the "International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act", it has been responsible for hiding the existence of Diagon Alley so far. "
The environment inside the bar is not much better than outside.
Some hunchbacked Tom the proprietor even stuck his thumb in when he handed the bar patrons full glasses.
Eric's eyelids twitched as he just walked in.
The word "clean and hygienic" was his first impression of the magic world.
"Oh, Minerva—"
Tom greeted cordially: "You are still as competent as ever."
"Duty." Mag greeted as if nothing happened.
"Hagrid already came?"
"Yes, he brought little Harry."
"You didn't scare him, did you?"
"Of course not," Tom assured, "Including those people, I don't think any wizard in the whole of England would dare to harm him."
McGonagall nodded and introduced the Wayne family to him.
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