The Little Wizard Who Had Been Kissed by Magic Twice

Vincent, who had thoroughly searched the Daily Prophet's pages, finally found a line of small, vertically printed text in a corner on the back of the newspaper, near the cut edge.

"Gringotts was broken into, but fortunately the contents of the vault had been taken by the owner earlier."

He reached up and pushed up glasses that weren't actually on his nose. "Professor, I think they're trying to cover this up."

"This..." McGonagall, her expression slightly changing, pursed her lips and took the newspaper into her hands.

The pages that used to be almost entirely praising the Ministry of Magic have been almost entirely replaced with reports about the Wayne family.

The only difference is this line of small characters that are hard for the average person to notice.

Why is something happening at Gringotts, a place deeply trusted by wizards, summarized in just a few words?

This is not in line with the Daily Prophet's style of doing things; it's more like the Ministry of Magic's foolish habit of trying to cover something up.

"Professor, what's wrong?"

"No." McGonagall neatly folded the newspaper.

"You're really smart, Vincent."

She gave a somewhat awkward compliment, and then, when returning the newspaper to the clerk, asked them to prepare a set of textbooks for the new students.

"There's a problem..." Vincent showed no sign of anything unusual.

When paying, he made it clear that Eric, who was signing autographs for the young wizards, was his own father.

There's no free meal, just a mere two Gold Galleons saved.

With McGonagall in a lack of interest, the Wayne family, who were the center of attention wherever they went, quickly got used to it.

After buying everything on the list, it was already evening.

"Professor, can Gu Gu really stay in our house?"

"Of course, as long as you bring it back to Hogwarts when school starts."

Outside the Leaky Cauldron, McGonagall, though preoccupied, didn't forget to remind them, "If other wizards come to visit you, remember not to have too much contact with them."

If it's reporters, you can refuse their interview requests, especially Rita Skeeter's.

The Wayne family took her earnest instructions to heart.

"Professor, may I write to you to ask you about my studies?"

For some reason, Vincent had a feeling that his request would be granted.

"It can only be a problem with your studies." McGonagall agreed without much thought.

It's a feeling that's similar to intuition, yet completely different.

"See you at the start of the semester, Professor McGonagall."

See you when school starts.

The Wayne family waved goodbye and drove out of Charing Cross Road in the same car they had come in.

Vincent, sitting in the back seat, watched McGonagall walk into the Leaky Cauldron, his mind replaying the feelings he had just experienced.

He was so confident that his request would be granted that he felt as if he had written down the correct answer in an exam.

"This world is real; there's no way that kind of weird thing called 'favorability' could exist..."

Having only a superficial understanding of the magical world, he began to wonder if it might actually be a special talent.

The fact that Muggle can produce wizards is enough to prove that magic may have once been present throughout the entire human world.

Is it possible for recessive genes in our blood to mutate or evolve as they are passed down from generation to generation?

"Honey, what's wrong?" Evelyn noticed his troubled expression in the rearview mirror and asked him what was wrong.

"Don't tell me that you're applying for a leave of absence from Hogwarts just because your dad is a bit famous."

"No, that's not true," Vincent firmly denied. "I'm just troubled by fame."

"Real?"

"I swear on my dad's allowance this year."

Evelyn's concerns were dispelled, but it was Eric, who was driving, who was annoyed.

"Kid, didn't you say you'd save it?"

"Yes, it's precisely because it doesn't belong to me that I dare to use it as a swearing oath."

If it weren't for safety concerns, Eric would have given them a beating no matter what.

Yes, in my mind.

The Wayne family's dinner was, as always, low in oil and low in salt.

Even with the abundance of dishes, Vincent still missed the roast suckling pig he had at noon.

A qualified housewife in the Britain must first master various can-opening skills.

Secondly, it is important to ensure that breakfast, lunch, and dinner are eaten in a balanced ratio of the various nutrients required by the human body.

Finally, there's the taste of the food.

Evelyn, who has been a full-time housewife since getting married, has already honed these three skills to an unparalleled level.

Simply put, it's green and healthy; you can eat it for a lifetime and not gain weight.

"I'm full." Vincent had broken his own dining record, picked up a bag of cookies and went upstairs.

"Gu Gu— " The Gu Gu and flapped its little wings as it followed.

"My dear, is something troubling our son?"

Eric, who was engrossed in his meal, mumbled, "After all, he's eleven years old. It's about time he entered puberty."

Evelyn squinted. "I have a feeling something's going to happen to this child."

"What can a little kid do in his own room?"

Eric scoffed, "You can't just chant a couple of spells and blow up the whole room, can you?"

"I must be overthinking it."

The third floor of Wayne's department store is Vincent's independent kingdom.

He sat on the black sofa and slowly opened the package in his hand.

"Let's just have this one meal for now, and then we'll sneak out to find something better to eat tomorrow."

The little cookie in its Gu Gu flapped its wings to express its joy.

With a smile, Vincent picked up the textbooks stacked next to him.

As long as you keep a close eye on the cats on the street, no one can make Gu Gu "suffer" anymore.

Both field mice and dried fish must be provided.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall will be very happy."

He opened the book "Standard Book of Spells, Beginner" and recalled the correct pronunciation of the Levitation Charm.

"Is it Le Viozza, or Le Viozza...?"

Upon receiving the wand, he suddenly realized what was happening and recited the complete incantation.

"Wingardium Leviosa— "

The tip of the cane was pointing directly at a red and white game console.

It floated in mid-air, spinning and undulating as Vincent directed.

Following the pronunciation that had just flashed into my mind, I successfully cast the Levitation Charm.

"Why don't other spells have this feeling..."

He stood up, holding the book in one hand, deeply doubting his unreliable magical talent.

"Gu Gu— " After dinner, the Gu Gu flew up and landed on the Famicom that was frozen in mid-air.

Vincent suddenly looked up, staring intently at it. "How do you know I can't cancel the spell?"

Gu Gu out his little chest and widened his eyes to show that he believed he wouldn't do that.

"You believe me, but why should I believe I'm right?" He stared blankly at the incantation in the book.

If it's because the Levitation Charm has been heard before, what about these things that have never appeared?

The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy stipulates that underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school, and there is still a full month before the start of the school year.

Even if Vincent was riding a flying broom, strictly speaking, it wouldn't be considered a violation.

Ministry of Magic?

Don't be ungrateful!

He moved his wand toward the bag without the cookies and uttered a spell he didn't know how to pronounce correctly.