Turning a person into something else was a magic act, a visual trick that required extensive preparation.
What overturned everything the Waynes had previously believed was Minerva McGonagall transforming from a kitten into an adult.
She wore deep green robes and a pointed wizard's hat.
That brief transformation of only a few seconds had already proven that magic existed.
Vincent was not surprised. He had even figured something out.
The reason Gu Gu had not eaten the little field mouse was definitely because of the stern-faced deputy headmistress standing before him.
"Little Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts owls do not have a habit of eating mice—"
Behind her square glasses, McGonagall's emerald eyes looked at Gu Gu, who was hiding in his arms.
"I am very curious... never mind."
She seemed to be in a hurry. "Mr. Wayne, Hogwarts is not some malignant institution.
It is a magic school in Europe with a long history, and it is also the best school in the world."
She deliberately stressed the word "Hogwarts."
Eric awkwardly rubbed his nose. "Ms. McGonagall, please understand a father's good intentions."
"Of course." McGonagall slightly relaxed her pursed lips. "Magic is hard for Muggles—sorry, Muggles are people who cannot use magic.
For Muggles, magic truly is too unbelievable."
The plain truth was laid out right before the Wayne couple.
Evelyn seemed rather excited. "Is your headmaster Gandalf?"
McGonagall pursed her lips again. "No. Our headmaster is the greatest wizard of this age, Albus Dumbledore."
Eric gave a helpless, bitter smile. "My wife has always yearned for magic."
He glanced toward the bookshelf. "Those are her treasures. Even I am not allowed to touch them."
"I understand." McGonagall did not seem to be as unapproachable as she appeared.
Having noticed that, Vincent blinked and stepped forward with an utterly harmless