"Let me tell you." Eric took a deep breath, "Dad, Vincent didn't go to Eton."

The old man and the old lady relaxed.

The fat, ball-shaped owl can come from anywhere, as long as it's not a cannibal.

"He didn't go to Westminster either."

When you are old, your grandson can go to school wherever he likes.

Mr. Wayne is very open-minded.

If he had not asked Eric to study at Eton, the relationship between father and son might not be as tense as it is now.

"He goes to school at Hogwarts, a magic school with a history of nearly a thousand years."

"oh."

Wait—magic school!?

Old Mrs. Wayne also reacted.

The old man opened his throat with a dark face: "Are you kidding me?

Let your biological son go to a magic school? You bastard, do you want to piss me off to death?"

Eric knew he was going to get scolded.

He quickly winked at his precious son.

"Grandpa and grandma, actually..." Under the old man's already restrained gaze, Vincent took out the wand from his opened suitcase.

"Actually, magic is real, and Gugu comes from the magical world."

A small flame burned on the tip of the ebony stick.

Under the gaze of two pairs of questioning eyes, the flames expanded several times in an instant.

All the golden retrievers jumped up in fright.

The old man and the old lady stared at the blazing flames with disbelief on their faces.

Being able to distort the surrounding air is indeed not an illusion projected by technology.

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Chapter completed!