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Bruce was tired of looking at this kind of housing, it was uncomfortable to look at for a long time. Because it lacks something unique and is too monotonous for his taste.

While he was busy assessing the complex in his heart, Robert had already gotten out of the car and opened the door to the house.

"Come in, don't be shy. Consider it your own home, soon the night will come," he said, waving his hand.

Bruce did not hesitate to enter, entering his house like he was the one who owned the property instead of Robert.

By the way, when he came to this world, the position of the sun was still upright in the sky, around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. 

The system will finish recording the coordinates of this world tomorrow, and for the next 10 hours, he can do whatever he wants to do.

Robert took me on a tour of his house. 

The bathroom, kitchen, living room, and other rooms that I can use during my stay here are located on the first floor.

After circling for a few minutes, we both sat on the couch watching a 1990 television broadcast to pass the time. And when night fell, Bruce immediately took a shower and had dinner with Robert. 

After that, he pretended to be tired, yawning at every opportunity.

Robert asked Bruce endless questions. 

Some of these questions have to do with his false wealth. He could only answer earnestly, further strengthening the identity of a child from a wealthy family.

Robert drove Bruce to his room and locked the door from the outside.

"What the hell, is he a psychopath who will kill me as soon as I fall asleep?" Bruce was astonished to see his prudence. 

It wasn't that he was afraid of psychopaths, but rather that Bruce expected the man to do so, he lacked laboratory mice to tinker with. 

Bruce waited for the next few hours while meditating with his eyes closed. 

Time passed, and after being sure that Robert would not knock on the door and attack him, he began to get ready.

He intends to go out tonight and venture into the house of his neighbors, the Dursley family.

Little Whinging in 1990. 

This means that he came to this world before the canon scenario began, about a year before Harry went to Hogwarts and studied magic there. Bruce wanted to visit the boy's residence, wanted to make sure whether Harry Potter's face was like in the movies or not, and wanted to make sure of his gender too.

It is important to do, he had already been deceived once in the world before. 

The Yautja he fought did not behave like in the movies that Bruce had watched, their nature was cowardly and very cunning. 

Very far and inversely proportional to what the film portrays about the goddamn aliens. It was also his fault because he believed too much in one source of information.

The world of predators he came to may be a different multiverse than the one in the movies. Bruce doesn't doubt the theory, it's not just that the Marvel Universe has a variety of different timelines. Most of the movies he's seen have that, let alone the DC Universe.

He pulled out a plain black hoodie from his inventory and wore the outfit along with black pants.

Bruce crawled out of his room through the open window without making any noise. Then he closed the window carefully and walked slowly away from Robert's house.

His steps are silent.

While walking, he noticed many houses had turned off the lights, some houses still had nighttime activity that Bruce could hear.

- There is no one on this street except me- he said to himself when he saw a deserted street.

Bruce walks leisurely through the streets with his hands in hoodie pockets, his destination is house number four.

Although acting relaxed and indifferent to his environment, he is in a state of very high alertness. 

Be ready to react when hear a slight disturbance, whatever it is.

Robert had told him about the sequence of houses on Privet Drive, from number one to the last. He just had to walk tens of meters from Robert's house to arrive at his destination, the Dursley house.

"Hmm?" Bruce raised his head and glanced at the thorny bushes.

He heard a voice from that direction.

Bruce stood quietly and stared at the bushes that made noise. After paying close attention, he was finally able to see a cat. 

Two eyes glowed in the dark.

"Meow" 

The cat walked out of the bushes and went in a different direction from its goal.

Bruce glanced at the cat.

It is a tabby cat that we often encounter in pet stores or maybe at your friend's house who also likes cats. The cat has shades of white combined with black, and the tail moves like a snake on the back.

"Meow~" 

The cat then disappeared from his sight.

Bruce stood there like a statue. 

As he followed the cat's movements, he found something strange. The movements are too smooth and graceful for a cat. She is also not like wild cats in general, who will be surprised and hiss when they see humans. 

From the way it looks, it looks like a noblewoman on a walk.

- Animagus- he said confidently, not receiving any answer other than that.

- Is she Professor McGonagall?-

- I don't know anyone else who has an animagus form that is of the cat type - he thought briefly about the identity of the witch who transformed into a tabby cat.

Bruce looked at the way the tabby cat left and looked back at house number four, not far from where he was standing. 

Now that he's hesitating, is it a good idea to continue his plan?

It was all because the Dursleys oppressed the orphan too much, making him think there was no one to keep the poor child safe. How wrong he was, the house to be visited is the residence of The Boy Who Lives.

A hero of the Wizarding World.

Bruce had just approached the home of the savior of the wizarding world within a few tens of meters, and an animagus warned him. 

Yes, he took the appearance of the cat earlier as a warning symbol.

According to his guesses, it's not just Professor McGonagall who will be looking after the boy who lives. There may be several wizards on duty to guard it around house number four, such as the order of the phoenix from Albus Dumbledore's or the Aurors, the police in the Wizarding World.