Changes at the Dursleys'

Grandpa Wayne had brought down the most game, while Gu Gu, dragging a pheasant, had long since collapsed from exhaustion.

Just as it planned to rest properly before continuing, the golden retriever it had bullied last night came over, wagging its tail.

It picked everything up in its mouth, then started running.

"Gu Gu—" Only the owl's miserable cries remained at the scene.

Just as Vincent was counting on his fingers how much exercise that would be, a sight appeared that nearly made the three generations of the family pop their eyes out.

The golden retriever Qiuqiu carried a pheasant in its mouth, while Gu Gu stood on its back, lightly flapping its tiny wings.

The weight-loss plan had failed yet again.

Weren't cats and dogs supposed to be natural enemies?

The victor between him and Gu Gu had been decided, but Eric and Grandpa Wayne were not finished yet.

No matter how intense the battle became, Vincent was no longer in the mood to watch.

As the biggest winner, Gu Gu clearly no longer held any hostility toward the big dogs after returning to the cabin.

By the time the father and son returned with their plentiful haul, they were already playing and chasing each other outside.

Perhaps Grandpa Wayne had won again. He no longer spoke to Eric with a dark expression.

"Dad, why don't you move back to London? That way, you can see us whenever you want."

"No. The environment here is quite nice, and adventurous young people occasionally come by."

Seeing their relationship improve, Vincent's previously gloomy mood was swept away.

A little extra weight was fine. At worst, he could invent some alchemical tools to assist with flight.

He could miniaturize a flying broomstick. If one lacked enough power, he could just make several.