Two Bugatti supercars, one blue and one silver, were driving at a snail's pace through the streets of London.
Inside the blue car, Eric seemed to be muttering something.
Sam, in the passenger seat, heard about the fuel consumption and traffic jams.
"Uncle, is this car very fuel-inefficient?"
"Nonsense, it's a 12-cylinder engine. The DB5 you've been dreaming of driving on the street only has a 6-cylinder engine."
They have that much common sense.
Even if doubling the number of cylinders doesn't result in double the fuel consumption, it's still not something an average family can afford.
Wayne's small shop hardly has any customers. Could it be that reselling arms is really that profitable?
"High risk means high reward." Eric parked his car at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green.
"Don't you Auror often arrest wizards who illegally sell Dark Magic items? Weapon merchants are in the same boat as them."
Sam suddenly realized.
It's no wonder that Vincent developed such a terrible personality under the influence of such a family.
They say it includes meals and accommodation, but the pay is pitifully low.
Unscrupulous and heartless boss!
Vincent, inside the other silver car, instinctively looked out the window.
Sam spoke very quickly, and it was unclear what he was Grawp.
He looked away, a fawning smile on his face. "Mom, please let me drive it for a bit."
"No." Evelyn saw the green light turn on and gently pressed the accelerator.
"You're not even 13 years old yet, we'll have to wait until you get your temporary driver's license before we talk about it."
The minimum age to take the driving test in the Britain is 17, but you can apply for a provisional driving license when you turn 16.
Of course I had a driver's license in my past life. All I need to do is switch to right-hand drive and remember the traffic rules...
There are still more than three years to go, let's wait patiently.
However, there are no age requirements in the Wizarding World.
If I remember correctly, most wizard traffic laws only apply to flying vehicles, so it should be fine as long as Muggle don't find out.
His little scheme didn't escape Evelyn's notice. "Honey, building a car using Alchemy must be quite difficult, right?"
"Ah, yes..." Vincent slumped in his chair with a bitter face.
"If we choose Mithril the material, and it has to be able to be transformed into airplanes and submarines, I think it would take almost three years to build it."
"Go for it, baby."
"I will, Mom."
He decided that the first thing he did upon returning home was to go upstairs and pack his luggage, so that he could fly to Italy the next day to visit his family's car factory.
London was quite congested on the weekend, and I didn't get home until evening.
Vincent unbuckled his seatbelt, Eric rushed over and glanced at the dashboard.
Damn fuel consumption!
The round trip was less than 100 kilometers, yet I used up almost 20 liters of gasoline with a high octane rating.
"Dad, don't look at me like that."
Modifying Muggle cars with magic is illegal, especially since he was soon to be the Britain youth representative for Wizengamot.
Those who knowingly break the law deserve a double penalty.
Eric said sternly, "You wizards don't have any laws that forbid Muggle from driving magical vehicles, do you?"
"It seems not."
His expression instantly relaxed, and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Sam was inexplicably horrified after getting off the bus and taking only a few steps.
Not only is his bad temper inherited, but his lawlessness is also hereditary.
After greeting the two bodyguards, he dropped his suitcase and went straight upstairs... Run!
Run back to North America!
Before they are completely assimilated!
Vincent picked up the suitcase on the first floor and was about to yell something upstairs when he saw Sam carrying a large pile of luggage downstairs.
What are you doing?
"Go home, go back to my home in United States."
"Is it urgent?"
Sam smiled and shook his head. "Yes, I've been away for more than half a year. It's time to go back."
Vincent glanced at the Famicom in his arms. "This... never mind, just consider it a souvenir for you."
The oaths between the two bodyguards outside the door were mutual, and they wouldn't have any ideas if there was no wizard in the house.
Eric and Evelyn were saying goodbye, telling him to come visit Wayne's house whenever he had time.
The two bodyguards were unusually friendly, as if they couldn't wait for him to leave.
Vincent, however, said nothing.
Because this person will definitely come back soon.
My hunch was right.
Sam returned just as dinner was beginning.
The Magical Congress's arrest warrant is still in effect, and he's not mentally prepared to face Bradley yet.
"Um, can I stay a few more days?"
The Wayne winked at their son discreetly. "Of course, no problem."
Sam was so moved that he sniffled.
The pay was a bit low, but the family was very kind and compassionate.
It would be even better if we could get a raise.
Tonight's dinner was particularly lavish; even the two bodyguards, who usually eat canned food, were given a large plate of stewed potatoes and meat.
After finishing his meal Vincent wiped his lips with a napkin and then went upstairs to pack his luggage.
When Sam, who wanted to apply for better treatment, arrived, he just opened his suitcase and took out his school robe.
"Wayne, I have something very important to tell you!"
Vincent reached into the wardrobe and caught several short-sleeved shirts that Accio him. "What? Don't expect me to contact Mr. Graves for you."
"Do I look like that kind of person?"
You're not even as good as that kind of person.
Sam clutched his chest and took a deep breath.
I have to put up with this nonsense right after starting my vacation?
But staying at Wayne's house is better than being homeless, and being scolded is better than being beaten.
He watched as clothes were put into a suitcase, then suddenly his eyes widened as he stared at Vincent.
What are you doing now?
"Wayne, you brat, are you thinking of running away from home?"
Vincent calmly closed his suitcase. "Our family is going to visit a factory in Italy tomorrow."
If there's nothing important, please leave my room now.
Sam was pushed out the door in a daze.
"Wait, what about me?"
Do you have an Italy passport?
"I can create illusions—"
"Don't forget what happened in Japan."
The door slammed shut.
Speechless, Sam walked toward his room, suddenly remembering that he hadn't yet mentioned his request for a better treatment.
He resisted the urge to go back and went downstairs.
The two bodyguards are doing post-meal exercises.
After nearly two months of perseverance, the muscles that fill out the black suit are already clearly visible.
"Mountain—Boss Sam!"
"The boss and his family are going to Italy tomorrow."
They instinctively took a few steps back.
"Boss Sam, are you coming along?"
"No, I'm staying to look after the house."
The worst has happened.
Whenever Sam was in a bad mood, he would always find some excuse to beat them up.
Things like improving resilience and training physical reaction speed.
Do you even know what the boss's position is?
"Know."
"If you know that, why aren't you in the backyard yet!" Sam cracked his knuckles.
"You haven't even dealt with your previous employer yet. If she takes this opportunity to send people over to cause trouble for the boss's family again, do you think you can handle it?"
Yes, of course.
They were somewhat well-known in Knockturn Alley, and the Wayne family had all sorts of other people, big and small.
After a wave of intense, saturation attacks, the true dark wizards will likely be reduced to ashes.
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