The Wayne's house has been in peace for the whole week since the night Eric quietly installed a few small things.
The headlines of the "Prophet Daily" these days are finally no longer them, but are replaced by boys who are about to enter school.
"Harry Potter..."
Eric would whisper the name several times every day with a hoarse throat.
"Dad, this is pretty good."
Vincent has been worried about his old father's hairline recently, "Maybe the reporter is scared."
"It's better."
Eric, who had a little dissatisfaction on his face, must be jealous of his future classmates.
So what if you drink a bottle of Gampo?
With this little popularity, can it be more than the savior of a man who runs into a bald socket?
Vincent's mentality is quite easy-going.
Since he had blown up all the third floors, he has been as calm as seeing through the world.
The limited edition red and white machine will disappear if it is gone,
It is said that even time travelers are rushing to IBM5100, which is nothing bad for them.
There is always a chance to replicate the signature albums of the world's top stars.
He won't feel sad about this!
But according to the only insider Gugu, the big boy who seemed to be calm and gentle, just knelt in front of a pile of debris last night and choked speechlessly.
Ah, Merlin! The price of learning magic is too high
If there was no repair curse, Vincent would have gone crazy.
A few days later, he had learned this spell and soon reached the point where he took the initiative to break things for practice.
Under the classic replica Vincent theory, Wayne's home is basically in a state of integrity and damage, whether it is electrical appliances or furniture.
Five days before school starts.
The boy who survived the disaster after bombing for more than half a month finally did not occupy the entire newspaper headlines.
"The Pros and Disadvantages of Porter and Wayne, Mixed Race Family and Muggle Family?"
According to the strict bloodline of wizards, parents and grandparents can only be considered pure blood without Muggles.
There are no Muggles within the five generations, and there is also a well-known title - the Twenty-Eight Holy Tribes.
If you dare to give such a title, it is obviously to cause trouble.
After breakfast, Wayne's family looked at each other in a sympathetic manner.
If not expected, something will definitely happen today.
Eric smiled and took out a cute piece of big from the window, and then put Huang Cancan's peanuts into it one by one.
"Private property is sacred and inviolable..."
When he said this, Vincent thought he was so handsome.
"Dad, don't beat anyone to death."
"I know, I'm a good deal."
Under four bad smiles, night fell quietly.
The temporary command of Wayne's house was set up on the third floor, which I don't know how many times it has been blown up.
According to the most cutting-edge night imaging monitoring equipment at present, there are no abnormalities inside and outside the entire building.
"Be patient." Eric, wearing a night vision device, held a new AW sniper rifle, and glanced back and forth at the nine small screens in front of him.
Vincent, holding a magic wand, looked out the window, "Mom, you didn't call the police, are you?"
"Not now." Evelyn flirted with her long light blonde hair, "It's hard to say when she catches someone later."
"Gugu——" Gugu, who had wide eyes wide open, seemed to notice something abnormal.
The family of three looked at each other and found that it was a small beetle flying in the low altitude in the night.
"Captain, powerful magic is ready."
"Okay." Eric put the gun on the windowsill and instantly aimed at the target flying to the first floor.
"Person captain, keep an eye on monitoring equipment at any time."
"Receive." Evelyn, who responded in a low voice, closed her smile.
"Preparation--" Eric, who was concentrating on his index finger, pressed slightly towards the trigger.
"Open fire!"
7.62-caliber peanuts cut through the night sky and galloped towards the door with a loud noise.
"puff--"
Eric did not misstep, but the little beetle's movements were too flexible.
Vincent raised his wand and immediately reacted and recited the spell.
"Stay dead with legs!"
The tip of the rod seemed to jump out of a large invisible sound wave, covering the half-meter area near the gate of the first floor.
The little beetle was hit by a spell, and the three pairs of feet seemed to be glued together with strong glue.
It struggled to maintain balance in a shaky way.
Eric lost his index finger and said, "Captain! It's your turn to appear!"
"Gugu——"
The round Gugu jumped high and flew out of the window and smashed hard towards the little beetle's position.
"Dong~"
Less than three meters away from the gate, it successfully suppressed the mission target with its big butt that had grown new feathers.
That proud expression of victory was deeply imprinted in the minds of the Wayne family.
Such awesome owl should have the surname Wayne!
How could Hogwarts' broken environment tolerate such a divine beast?
At the gate, three pairs of green eyes were staring at the small beetle under Gugu's crotch couldn't help but tremble violently.
It was defeated by its contempt for the Muggles.
When it was put into a small glass cover, it suddenly bumped around like crazy.
"Give up, this is tempered glass produced by the only major country in the East—"
Eric took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "This thing is more than enough to resist rocket launchers."
The cigarette he was holding came to Evelyn's hands in the blink of an eye.
"Dear, haven't you quit smoking?"
"Ahem...I'm just going to smell it."
This performance of using heavy punches to attack the outside world and submissiveness made Vincent's eyelids tremble.
Look at Bruce,
Look at James again,
Should I change my name to Vince?
"Bang-Bang-" The little beetle was still struggling.
He picked up the glass cover and followed his parents back to the first floor.
"This little guy is quite stubborn."
Vincent shook the glass cover hard, "It's like this, and he still refuses to be honest."
Eric, who was alert at the door, looked at his watch, "Kyle should be coming soon."
With such a big gunshot, the Oxford Street Police Department will definitely send someone over.
And the one who came here is probably his old acquaintance in the army, Kyle.
When Vincent thought of this inappropriate fat uncle, he put down the glass cover indifferent interest.
Although Kyle appears to have a legitimate career, he is actually a veteran driver behind his back.
There are no entertainment venues of all sizes in London that he hasn't been to.
Vincent, who was idle, fiddled with the newly disassembled handheld thermal imager.
All of them are already in this situation, and the reporter probably won't come again.
According to the Ministry of Magic, the wizard who dares to blatantly violate the Secretariat Act has not appeared for eleven years.
Eric said in fear: "Be gentle, I can't afford to pay for this thing."
"Don't worry." Vincent flipped out the screen and pointed the instrument at Gugu, who was eating dried fish.
The color is orange and red, and the owls in the magic world are not much different from ordinary body temperature.
“40.5 degrees, normal.”
He aimed the thermal imager at the little beetle in the glass cover.
36.7 degrees?
In addition to being a little lighter in color, its overall temperature is much higher than that of the outside world.
"Dad, there's something wrong!"
Even if the little beetle keeps hitting the glass, it should not be so active when the back shell is higher than the outside world.
"How come the body temperature of this little beetle is the same as that of a human?"
Four pairs of big eyes looked at each other from afar, and quickly reacted the next second.
This unyielding little beetle body is not officially registered and the first illegal Animagus to be discovered this century.
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Chapter completed!