Early morning.
Vincent, who had just had a good nap, opened his eyes and sat up to look out the window.
The Silencing Charm is really effective; you can't hear anything, even amidst hand-to-hand combat and flying spells.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face.
When I went downstairs to the dining table, Evelyn had already prepared breakfast.
Eric was reading the newspaper, and his expression became increasingly exaggerated as he read.
"My God! Your classmate's dad won the lottery!"
Vincent leaned closer and saw that it was a photo of Arthur and Molly receiving their prize money.
With Percy, Ron, and the Gwent prize money, the Weasley family should be able to improve their lives considerably.
Etc,
Yesterday on the train, Fred and George seemed to have mentioned the possibility of the whole family going on a trip to Egypt.
700 Gold Galleons is enough, and there might even be quite a bit left over.
"That's a real shame." Eric put the newspaper aside. "I was planning to invite them to Italy for a vacation."
My eldest son has been away from home for four years, so I shouldn't bother them.
Vincent spread jam on his toast with a knife. "Speaking of which, I've never met their Bill and Charlie."
The upperclassmen they knew at Gryffindor spoke highly of them.
Bill, the eldest Bill, is the Prefect and Head Boy, and he has earned 12 OWLs exam certificates.
Charlie, the second brother, is not a good student, but as the former captain of the Quidditch team, he must have a lot of athletic talent.
With two older brothers like these as role models, it's no wonder that Percy is always so serious and Ron is always a little insecure.
As for Fred and George...
If pranks are a talent, then they are definitely masters.
After a cheerful breakfast, Sam dragged in two bodyguards covered in bruises.
"Can't even last one night? That's so lame!"
He tossed the two of them to the ground like rags, saying, "Listen, I'll heal your wounds now, and we'll continue after breakfast!"
"Yes, Boss Sam."
Vincent walked upstairs with a sense of sympathy, as did Eric and Evelyn.
Don't be fooled by their pitiful appearance now; they may have done even more cruel things in the past.
After the Wayne family came down, the pity they had shown earlier was gone.
"Keep up the good work, gentlemen."
"Yes, Master Wayne!"
"I put some money in the outer drawer, so don't go hungry."
"Yes, Mrs. Wayne!"
"Remember to keep an eye on your home."
"Yes, Master Wayne!"
Under the reluctant gazes of the two, the Wayne family finally left the house.
What awaits them is an incredibly cruel hell.
The Wayne family arrived at the airport, went through security, and then boarded the plane to wait for takeoff.
"Dad, why have those two become so obedient?"
Eric's expression became inscrutable. "After I came back last month, I've had Sam train them according to the standards the team used to have."
Vincent gasped.
No matter how good the wizard's physical abilities are, he's still a special forces soldier from the start...
There was no way to resist; one could only obey.
And the opponent is Sam, so it's a miracle they haven't gone crazy.
"Maybe by this winter, they'll be qualified bodyguards."... Seeing his dad's smug little expression, he obligingly gave him a thumbs up.
Wow! Dad, you're amazing!
"Of course, I've trained a lot of troublemakers before, and someone like Sam is top-notch. He'll be especially useful if you put him in the right position."
The Auror of the Magical Congress will eventually have to return, and Patel and Lake cannot be let go.
So, they first bound each other with Unbreakable Vow, and then instilled a spirit of obedience deep within their souls, thus creating two true bodyguards belonging to the Wayne family.
Vincent's eyes widened in horror.
This tough dad, who always believed that might makes right, was surprisingly good at understanding human nature.
"Dad, I'm completely convinced!"
"No big deal," Eric waved his hand casually. "If a few more unlucky guys came, I could train them into a qualified elite squad in no time."
Midway through our contemplation of a bright future, a flight from London to Modena, Italy, took off.
Overturning the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy would be tantamount to becoming an enemy of the International Confederation of Wizards.
Grindelwald once tried to overthrow the current chairman by becoming chairman himself, but Dumbledore, who stopped him, was elected chairman decades later.
If they support it, that's fine; if they don't, we'll have to reason with the International Confederation of Wizards.
Once we acquire the land title at the end of Knockturn Alley, and with the Ministry of Magic's "protection," we should be able to field two or three elite squads with ease.
With a sinister smile full of cunning, the flight landed safely before noon.
Modena is known as the Silicon Valley of supercars.
This area is home to many top supercar manufacturers such as Ferrari, Lamborghini, Sarah, and De Tomasso.
As you exit the airport terminal, you can see a black sports car that you've never seen before parked by the roadside in the distance.
Arched air intakes and the Bugatti logo in white lettering on a red background.
"Dad, is that car ours?"
"Yes.
The Bugatti EB112 is a four-door, five-seat concept car equipped with a V12 engine and a top speed of 187 mph.
Vincent first walked around the car to take a look.
The car has a flat and rounded shape, and the rear end looks very similar to the Volkswagen Beetle.
The Bugatti engineer who drove it over walked up behind him and asked, "Kid, do you like this car?"
"It's alright, but it would be better if the exterior were a bit thicker."
"Heavy and imposing? That would certainly be more intimidating."
Eric went up and gave the engineer a gentle hug.
"Mr. Wayne."
"Luca, she is my wife Evelyn, and he is my son Vincent."
"I know." Luca Schreiber nodded to Vincent.
"Mr. Wayne, Mrs. Wayne, your son has perfectly inherited the best qualities of both of you."
He inherited his father's robust physique and his mother's handsome appearance.
After a few pleasantries, Luca drove the Wayne family to the Bugatti factory in Campogalliano, near Modena.
The square building's smooth blue walls are divided into lines like bricks, with a slightly darker blue oval logo in the center.
The word "BUGATTI" is clearly visible through the white patterns on the "bricks".
Standing outside the car factory were four of the industry's top automotive engineers, all of whom were part of the design team hired at high salaries by former boss Romano Artiole.
From the supercar EB110 to the coupe EB112.
For Bugatti, which has been restructured for less than five years and pursues uniqueness, such a research and development speed is actually not slow.
However, simply standing out from the countless supercar manufacturers is far from enough to survive in the current economic downturn.
The world's fastest production car, the Bugatti EB110, has a top speed of only 342 km/h.
So what if a mass-produced car with a speed of over 400 kilometers per hour appeared?
Can this groundbreaking Speed Myth bring Bugatti back to life?
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