This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent in the room upstairs was improving the output of the alchemy engine, and the Waynes and Hermione downstairs were also chatting happily.

"He really likes Chinese food. Yesterday I cooked a few things according to our cooking teacher's recipes. After he finished eating, he begged me to cook more Chinese food."

Evelin signed up for the Chinese cooking class with Hermione, and the two made an appointment to go to Chinatown together yesterday afternoon.

Eric had just learned about this, "This kid always hides something on his mind. Hermione, that's the kind of character he has. Don't be too accommodating to him."

Hermione shook her head and quickly explained, "Uncle, Vincent is a very independent person. He didn't say it out loud just because he didn't want to trouble everyone."

The Waynes looked at each other silently again.

With such a clear understanding, it seems there is no need to worry.

Evelin winked at Eric and said, "Yes, he has been a very independent child since he was a child. Once something is decided, no one can stop it."

In fact, Hermione is the same type of person.

She smiled and fed snacks to Gugu in her arms, "Auntie, don't you think such a person is very attractive?"

People who devote themselves wholeheartedly to one thing without even realizing the passage of time tend to be very single-minded.

Eric, who received the hint, shook his head slightly at Evelin, "He only has such an advantage. He must have gotten into trouble a lot in school, right?"

Hermione shook her head subconsciously, almost without thinking, "Of course not. He is one of the few model students in the school. Without him, our college would not have won the College Cup for three consecutive years."

This was the first time the Waynes had heard of this.

Every time Vincent came home, he simply talked about his grades and some big things that happened in school, but nothing else.

However, he has never liked to show off everywhere since he was a child. Maybe he feels it is unimportant or he doesn't want his parents to worry too much.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Waynes learned many things about their son at school through Hermione.

For example, the origin of some campus ghost stories, or the battle of wits with a certain professor.

Being able to help the college win the College Cup for three consecutive years under such obvious targeting, even though the old principal is a particularly partial person, is enough to illustrate Vincent's ability.

"This year he also has a title recognized by all students in the school, Hogwarts' number one social terrorist."

He dared to post disgusting photos of pink toads at the door of the opponent's club for all the teachers and students in the school to see. He did not become the public enemy of the whole school because of his good reputation.

Especially among the girls.

Lockhart, the biggest liar in the wizarding world, taught them not to just look at people on the surface. The real inside is always more important than the glamorous appearance.

As parents, Eric and Evelyn automatically straighten their backs.

They knew their son was excellent, but they didn't expect that he was so outstanding. The club they started on a whim even attracted almost all the students in the school to join.

With such popularity, the fifth graders are sure to become prefects, and the seventh grade boys' student union president is also guaranteed.

After graduation, I can get ahead in the magic world by messing around.

The smiling Waynes didn't know that Hermione was actually hiding a lot of things.

She drank some black tea and fed some snacks to Gugu, who was looking at her eagerly in her arms.

Suddenly a loud "boom" sound came from upstairs, and then a few wisps of black smoke floated from the top of the stairs.

"Cough cough cough -" A gray-headed Vincent came down from the black smoke, holding a metal boot in his hand.

The Waynes and Hermione stepped forward with concern.

"Ahem...it's just a little accident." He waved all the black smoke back upstairs, and then looked back at the metal boots in his hands.

Although he just blew up one, he has found a way to achieve flying boots.

The alchemy engine has a wide range of applications, and installing it inside a broomstick is just a foundation. The only thing that can limit it is imagination.

Vincent suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at Hermione in front of him.

He looked at his parents, "Mom and Dad, I shouldn't be dazzled, right?"

Hermione winked at him playfully, "You don't believe your eyes that much?"

Vincent stretched out his dirty hand and took it back, then looked down at the clothes on his body.

He didn't feel ashamed, "I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

The corners of Hermione's mouth raised slightly, "Wait for me."

She went back to get her small satchel, took out a bag of wet wipes and handed it over.

Vincent didn't answer and leaned towards her.

Hermione glanced at the Waynes on the side, carefully opened the package and took out a wet tissue.

Her movements were gentle, gently wiping away the dirt on his face.

Eric and Evelin looked at each other and smiled, and wisely found an excuse to leave, leaving space for the two of them.

"My dear, it's been a long time since we went shopping together, right?"

"Let's go, it's almost noon, we can go to the supermarket."

As soon as the Waynes left, Hermione suddenly increased the strength in her hands.

Vincent's face was full of innocence, "Be gentle, it hurts..."

Hermione's slender fingertips lightly scratched his face, "No way? You are so thick-skinned, and I didn't use much strength. I shouldn't hurt you?"

Vincent grabbed her flailing little hand and said, "I'd better do it myself."

Now she is becoming more and more bold, which should be considered a good thing.

She has a proactive personality originally, and this kind of behavior means that she is beginning to adapt to the relationship between the two.

Vincent wiped his face clean and looked down at his clothes again.

The explosion was a bit violent just now, and the white shirt was almost turned black.

He handed the wet wipe back to Hermione, "I think I need to take a shower now."

Hermione glanced upstairs curiously, "Well, then I'll wait for you here."

Of course Vincent knew what she was curious about.

In the West, which values ​​personal privacy, even parents will not enter their children's rooms casually.

"Do you want to wait up there? It seems you haven't visited my room yet, right?"

"Okay." Hermione's eyes were full of anticipation.

Although she already knew him well, the two were now in a relationship and she had always wanted to know more about her boyfriend's preferences and daily life.

"Wait for me first." Vincent raised his hand to catch the flying double snake staff.

"Clean up--"

His ruin-like room returned to its original appearance, including the hole that was knocked out of the ceiling.

"Let's go."

"Cuckoo!" Cuckoo on the sofa suddenly flapped its little wings and flew into Hermione's arms.

It opened its eyes pitifully, as if it was hinting at something.

Hermione smiled and nodded, as if she knew what it was implying.

Vincent looked at her, and then glanced at Gugu, who was tightly held in her arms.

"What are you doing here, you little traitor?"

"Cuckoo!" It raised its round little head proudly.

"As a guide? Do I still need a guide to visit my room?"

"Goo!"

Vincent was speechless.

Didn't he just want to take the opportunity to get some snacks? He even bothered to use the tour guide as an excuse. This little guy was really hopeless.

For Hermione's sake, he just warned Gugu with his eyes and did not expose it on the spot.

The two of them came upstairs at once.

It was slightly different from what Hermione imagined. As soon as she arrived on the third floor, she could see a huge alchemical boiler.

Vincent reached out and patted it gently, "I don't need to use this thing much now, so I moved it out of the room."

She immediately imagined a factory-like room.

Boilers, forging tables, robotic arms...

Not only was she not disappointed, but she had high expectations.

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