Marvel’s Hogwarts Wizard

"Whew~"

Jerry turned into a white line in the air and landed firmly in front of a window of the Gotham Royal Hotel.

"Jerry, Jerry, how about my necklace, does it look good?"

As soon as he entered the room, Catwoman approached excitedly.

"It's very beautiful. Where did you steal such a big pearl necklace? You won't go to the jewelry store again."

Turning his head and taking a look, Jerry asked casually.

The pearl necklace on Catwoman's neck is very valuable at first glance, and it is not something that ordinary people can have.

"Snatching jewelry stores? I've quit doing that kind of unskilled thing a long time ago. I found this from the room of the richest playboy in Gotham tonight.

There were quite a lot of traps in his room, but I easily settled them all. "

With her chin raised, Catwoman showed a smug expression on her face.

Obviously, this difficult theft tonight satisfied her exuberant curiosity very much.

"The richest playboy in Gotham, you don't mean Bruce Wayne?"

Jerry was also taken aback when he heard this.

Catwoman nodded immediately.

"Of course, I have investigated it before. This guy is the richest son in Gotham, and he changes girlfriends every day. A typical scumbag. I hate this kind of scumbag the most. If you don't steal from him, you will steal from anyone."

"Well, then he may have had a miserable day today."

Jerry scratched his chin, didn't pay much attention, and jumped into a cardboard box in the room.

"I'm going to start practicing, don't disturb me!"

I don't know why, since he became a cat, he doesn't like to be on a comfortable sofa when he is practicing, but he especially likes to have nothing to point to.

Catwoman saw that Jerry entered the cultivation practice, uninterestedly undressed and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and also entered the dream.

At the same time, Batman, who has doubted his life, also returned to his mansion.

He remembered very clearly the process of turning himself into a cat for two minutes, but at that time he couldn't control his behavior rationally and acted entirely on instinct.

Therefore, it also caused a certain spiritual shadow to him,

"Master, you are back, the washing things are ready."

The white-haired Ah Fu looked at the tired Bruce with a distressed look on his face.

After finally waiting for Bruce to return to the family, he didn't expect that the child would play a monster every day to go out to uphold justice, and he would always get himself injured.

"Alfred, do you believe a cat can talk?"

"Cats can talk, you mean Tom?"

Afu froze for a moment and replied.

Bruce waved his hand:

"It's not the blue cat in the cartoon. It's a raccoon cat, just a little bigger than a palm. It's about one or two months old."

"Master, did you accidentally hurt your head during the battle today?"

Ah Fu hurriedly stepped forward to touch Bruce's head and began to inspect nervously.

Bruce stopped Ah Fu and said helplessly:

"No, Alfred, I'm going to wash up and go to bed first, and I'll talk to you about what's going on tomorrow."

Regarding what happened to him today, Bruce didn't know how to speak for a while. He planned to talk about it in detail with Ah Fu after he sorted out the relevant videos tomorrow.

Of course, the behaviors that occurred after I became a cat must be reduced in advance.

"Oh, okay, then master, you can rest, I won't bother you anymore."

Seeing that there was no wound on Bruce's head, Ah Fu nodded in relief and left the room.

But shortly after leaving the room, he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Go to the pet store in the city to see if there is a raccoon cat for sale. Yes, it is that kind of Huaguo cat. Buy one back. Don't want an adult one, just a one or two months old with the size of a palm. Buy one. When it arrives, send it to the manor immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Ah Fu murmured:

"I didn't expect the young master to be interested in cats. Well, keeping cats can relieve anxiety and release stress."

In Afu's eyes, since Bruce came back to become Batman, it seems that the flame of revenge in his heart has not diminished. Transforming into Batman is just another way to vent.

He is very worried about Bruce's state. He has served three generations of the Wayne family and treats Bruce as his own child. What he hopes most is that Bruce can marry a wife and have children in peace, and live a happy life.

Instead of turning into Batman every night to fight criminals, you don't know when you will die in the hands of criminals.

Maybe having a cat would calm Bruce down a bit.

"Is there really such a thing as magic in the world?"

After taking a shower, Bruce was wearing pajamas, drinking the top red wine, thinking about how to deal with the magic cat next time.

Just when he had no idea, he accidentally glanced at the safe across from the bed, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"Damn it, you actually stole something and came to my house!"

It turned out that he found that there was a gap in his locked safe. It was obvious that it had been opened but not closed tightly.

After checking it out, I found that my grandmother's favorite pearl necklace was missing.

Batman, the evil nemesis of Gotham City, was actually stolen from his home.

"Huh, calm down, a necklace is not important, what is important is to think of a way to deal with that cat first, and not let it kill people in Gotham City at will."

After stabilizing his mentality, Bruce continued to think of countermeasures.

The next day, Bruce, who slept too late thinking about countermeasures yesterday, was woken up by cat meowing.

Opening his eyes and looking at the table, the drowsiness of being frightened suddenly disappeared. He turned over and jumped off the bed, picked up the chair next to him and said vigilantly to the kitten on the table:

"It's illegal to specialize in private residences."

He didn't expect that, after thinking about how to target the other party all night, before he had time to prepare, the other party took the initiative to come to the door.

Now without wearing a bat suit and taking all kinds of equipment, the chances of winning are very low!

"Master, what are you doing?"

Ah Fu, who came in with milk and bread, saw Bruce wearing pajamas and carrying a chair, facing the cat on the table like a forest enemy, he was immediately confused.

Bruce, on the other hand, did not dare to relax at all, and blocked himself with a chair, fearing that the other party would shoot him with magic and turn himself into a cat again. At the same time, he replied to Ah Fu without turning his head:

"Alfred, get out, this cat is dangerous, it can do magic!"

"It can do magic? Master, you didn't really hurt your head last night, did you? It's just a kitten I just bought. It's only a month and a half old. It can't even catch mice."

Ah Fu looked at Bruce worriedly, and put a small pot of goat milk in the tray on the table.

Bruce, on the other hand, froze, and carefully looked at the kitten on the table, and found that it was indeed slightly different from yesterday's one in appearance, and there was no bell on its neck.

"Meow?"

The kitten looked at Bruce and tilted his head, then happily licked the milk pot.