"It's amazing," he said, opening the portrait-like door. "This is the most interesting way of opening a door we've ever found."

"It's quite interesting."

Vincent walked into the kitchen and saw four long tables that were the same as those in the auditorium above.

The house elves probably put the food in the same place and then transferred it to the top through their own special magic.

"Papa, we are here~" George took care of her very familiarly.

The house elf named Papa stepped forward timidly, "Three distinguished little wizards, do you need anything?"

"Let's do it ourselves." Vincent stopped the twins who were about to name the dishes.

"Please." After Papa said, he hid in the corner with the elves.

It is better to say that he is a slave than a servant.

"They are born to serve their masters."

George was keenly aware of what made him uncomfortable, "Brother, don't think we are all bad wizards."

"I know history." Vincent took out a small piece of pumpkin pie from a large plate, "I just think that Muggles and wizards are actually no different."

The law of nature, the law of the jungle, is also universal in the magic world.

Wizards who stand at the top by fighting have the same thinking logic as Muggles.

"It's quite delicious." He gave a thumbs up to the elves in the corner.

"On behalf of everyone, Papa thanks Mr. Wayne for the compliment."

Papa, who was full of etiquette, bowed and saluted him.

"You're welcome." Vincent picked up the second piece.

He has no way to change the current situation, he can only give the elves the respect they deserve.

Fred and George, who saw everything in their eyes, understood why they would soon develop a crush on him on the train.

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Chapter completed!