To prepare a sumptuous meal for Gugu, Vincent almost traverses the entire Oxford Street.

Gugu cut off the large artery of the field mouse, then completed the peeling process gracefully, and finally opened his mouth to enjoy this hard-won delicacy.

"Oh, it's so cruel..."

He said this, but the speed of handing the little field mouse in his hand was not slow at all.

"I have the opportunity to take you to where my grandfather lives. The air there is very good, there is less pollution, and it is even bigger than what we are here."

Gugu, who had a full meal, slid his little head in his arms.

Surrey, where the old man lives, is a good place with outstanding people.

Prices are low, the per capita living area is large, and the living pressure is not as high as that of neighboring London.

Vincent was extremely suspicious of whether his father Eric had long been eyeing several buildings on Oxford Street.

Nowadays, those who open firearms stores don’t make much money at all.

"My grandfather likes small animals very much, and he also keeps a lot of puppies."

"Don't be afraid, they're just a little enthusiastic."

Gugu smacked his little mouth and turned over, leaning on his shoulder with unfulfilled expression.

This top-notch meal with fresh, juicy, tender meat is obviously several grades better than Hogwarts’s.

Who likes to eat cookies for serious owls? The title of raptor is not for nothing.

"Gugu?"

The little beetle that jumped out of the grass on the roadside instantly aroused its vigilance.

"What's wrong? Are you not full yet?" Vincent turned around with some confusion.

It's just a little beetle, not a cat.

"You don't like to eat bugs, so don't worry about it."

He continued to move forward with no interest.

Let's turn the corner and it's Wayne's department store.

"Gugu!"

Gugu was swaying in his arms, as if he wanted to break free from his arms.

"Be good, moving randomly is not good for digestion." Vincent curled his hand to its little head.

Gugu's round eyes rolled upwards, and the whole cat face humanized to express several different emotions.

"Yo, don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Gugu, who was rubbed by a pair of big hands, completely lost.

Vincent hung the unique smile of the winner and walked slowly into the store.

Eric, who was maintaining the gun, raised his head and his face immediately turned dark.

He looked at Evelyn, who was holding a series of books at the counter, "Why did you say Merlin was Deyi?"

"Merlin is Animagus." Vincent answered the question.

"Okay." Eric pointed his hand at the door of the store, "Child, where did you find this weird beetle?"

"Eh?" Vincent turned around in confusion and found that the little beetle he had met just now was actually lying on the door frame.

According to the History of Magic, druids are an ordinary intellectual class who will neither become animals nor communicate with them.

The owl Gugu is sending letters,

Professor McGonagall came to visit his home.

What about this little beetle going home?

Looking at the close-up four pairs of big eyes, it spread its small wings as if it was frightened and flew outside.

"There is something weird..." Eric made a conclusion confidently.

With his many years of military career and the characteristics of wizards always having strange magic, this little beetle was definitely controlled to explore the way.

"When the time is right, the Prophet Daily will send senior reporters to me to give me an exclusive interview~"

"Mom, what do we have for lunch?"

“Sandwich and fruit salad.”

The mother and son who gradually walked away had already had enough of Eric's increasingly inflated narcissism.

After the meal, Vincent went upstairs to practice the spell, while Evelyn continued to read a series of books.

Eric always believed that there would be interviews coming to the door, and even when washing dishes, he would not take off his demeanor.

When the little beetle returned, he even showed an extremely gentlemanly smile.

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The next morning.

"Wang Defa!"

Vincent on the dining table held the newspaper in his hand and sprayed out the fried egg that had just been put into his mouth.

Today's title is really scary.

"The Gentleman: Mr. Wayne's True Face"

"Mr. Eric Wayne, who has successfully challenged Gamp's wine, is the largest Muggle arms dealer in Europe..."

Vincent put down the newspaper in his hand, took out two tissues to wipe his mouth, "Dad, have you finally gotten it?"

Eric calmly rolled up his sleeves, and then the following content looked.

The reporter who secretly infiltrated also listed a list of Muggles' weapons of destruction.

From pistols and daggers to steel monster birds and mushroom bullets, Wayne's family is actually involved?

Evelyn leaned over and said, "Dear, can you really get a fighter?"

Eric's smile gradually increased, "Of course, I still have this."

"Wow, it's so awesome~" Vincent curled his lips, "Dad, this is obviously spreading rumors."

It is already a hell level to be able to get old antiques from World War I and World War II.

Mushroom bullets? Even if you have a queen, you can't get it.

The whole article is full of random prophets' daily newspapers, and the only real one is probably the name.

"Dad, did the little beetle from yesterday come back?"

Eric nodded calmly, "Yes, he didn't fly away until before dinner."

Thinking of Gugu's strange behavior, Vincent dared to be sure that the little beetle was abnormal.

Beetles are a general term for Coleoptera insects and belong to the entire metamorphosis of the Winged Subclass.

"Where Are the Fantastic Beasts" he got upstairs does not record even one of which is similar to yesterday's beetles.

“There are only seven Animagus who have been officially registered this century…”

According to the records in "History of Modern Magic", the Animagus forms of these seven wizards are not beetles.

Vincent and Evelyn stared at Eric in surprise.

If a reporter really sneaks in secret, the biggest suspect can only be the little beetle from yesterday.

Either it is manipulated by people, or it is transformed by a wizard.

"There are several possibilities." Vincent held Professor McGonagall's letter.

When the newspaper was delivered today, she thought of several secret ways to sneak in, and wrote a letter to tell Wayne's house as soon as possible.

Relying on conventional means such as illusion body spells and potions, and using unconventional means such as magical creatures, you only need to pay more attention to prevent it.

Such as infrared sirens and thermal imagers.

As long as the other party does not know these arrangements in advance, the possibility of successfully arresting is quite high.

Eric picked up the world's first GSM mobile phone with great calmness, TPU900.

"It's me, I'll prepare some small things and wait to send you a fax."

After hanging up the phone in a flash, he packed up the dining table as if nothing had happened.

"Mom, our family..."

"Shh-Beware of that weird beetle."

Vincent went upstairs.

No matter whether it is human or not, this little thing will not go back as long as it comes.

He gently combed Gugu's shiny brown feathers.

"Our family should be quite bloody in the next few days."

Gugu was not afraid at all, but instead stretched out his small wings and flapped excitedly.

Vincent smiled at it, "Just go to Hogwarts again? I have to ask the professor to ask for a little self-defense spell."

"Gugu!"

"make a deal!"

Let us give our warmest applause, congratulations to the cute and charming owl Gugu for getting a full meal of a little field mouse meal.

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Chapter completed!