This Hogwarts is not normal

In the room upstairs, Vincent was improving the output power of the alchemical engine, while downstairs, the Waynes and Hermione were chatting happily.

"He really likes Chinese food. Yesterday I made a few dishes according to our cooking teacher's recipes. After he ate them, he asked me to make more Chinese food."

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

Eric just found out about this. "This kid is always hiding something in his heart, Hermione. This is just his personality. You must not indulge him too much."

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

The Waynes looked at each other silently again.

Now that I understand it so clearly, it seems there is no need to worry.

Evelin winked at Eric and said, “Yeah, he’s been a very opinionated kid since he was young. Once he makes up his mind, no one can stop him.”

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 to one thing wholeheartedly and don't even realize the passage of time tend to be very dedicated.

Eric got the hint and shook his head gently at Evelin. “That’s the only good thing about him. He must have gotten into a lot of trouble at school, right?”

Hermione shook her head subconsciously, almost without thinking, "Of course not, he is a rare model student in the school. Without him, our house would not have won the house cup for three consecutive years."

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

Every time Vincent came home, he would simply talk about his grades and some big things that happened at school, and nothing else.

However, he has never liked showing off since he was a child. Maybe he felt it was not important or he didn't want to make his parents worry too much.

Taking this opportunity, the Waynes learned a lot about their son's school through Hermione.

For example, the origin of certain campus ghost stories, or the battle of wits and courage 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 was a particularly biased person, was enough to show Vincent's ability.

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

He had the guts to post the disgusting photo of the pink toad at the entrance of the rival club for all the teachers and students in the school to see. The only reason he didn't become the public enemy of the school was because of his good reputation.

Especially among girls.

Lockhart, the number one liar in the wizarding world, taught them not to judge people by appearance alone, and that the true inner self is always more important than the glamorous appearance.

As parents, Eric and Evelyn automatically straightened their backs.

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

With such popularity, he will definitely become a class monitor in the fifth grade, and will definitely be the president of the male student union in the seventh grade.

After graduation, I can make a name for myself in the magic world by just hanging around.

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

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

Suddenly, a loud "bang" was heard from upstairs, followed by a few wisps of black smoke floating from the stairs.

"Cough cough cough--" Vincent, covered in dust, came down from the black smoke with a metal boot in his hand.

Mr. and Mrs. Wayne and Hermione walked forward with concern.

"Ahem... Just a little accident." He waved his hand to roll all the black smoke back upstairs, then looked back at the metal boots in his hand.

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

The alchemical engine has a wide range of applications, and installing it inside a flying broom is just the basic requirement. The only thing that can limit it is your imagination.

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

He looked at his parents, "Mom and Dad, I'm not dazzled, am I?"

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

Vincent stretched out his dirty hand and then retracted it, then looked down at his clothes.

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

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

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

Vincent didn't answer and leaned towards her.

Hermione glanced at the Waynes beside her, carefully opened the package and took out a wet wipe.

She was gentle, wiping the dirt off his face.

Eric and Evelyn smiled at each other, then tactfully found an excuse to leave, leaving the space for the two of them.

"Honey, it's been a while 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 of her hands.

Vincent looked innocent, "Be gentle, it hurts..."

Hermione's slender fingertips gently stroked his face, "No way? You're so thick-skinned, and I didn't use much strength, it shouldn't hurt you, right?"

Vincent grabbed her restless hands and said, "I'll do it myself."

She is becoming more and more bold now, which should be considered a good thing.

She has a proactive personality, so this kind of behavior means she is beginning to adapt to their relationship as a couple.

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

It was exploded quite hard just now, and the white shirt is almost turning black.

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

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

Of course Vincent knew what she was curious about.

In the West, where personal privacy is valued, even parents will not enter their children's rooms casually.

"Would you like to wait up there? I don't think you've even visited my room yet?"

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

Even though she already knew him very well, they were now in a relationship and she always wanted to know more about her boyfriend's preferences and daily life.

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

"Clean up--"

His ruined room returned to its original state, including the hole in the ceiling.

"Let's go."

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing here, little traitor?"

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

"Be a guide? Do I need a guide to visit my room?"

"Cuckoo!"

Vincent was speechless.

He just wanted to take the opportunity to get some snacks, but he went to so much trouble to use the tour guide as an excuse. This little guy is really hopeless.

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

Two men and one eagle came upstairs.

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

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

She immediately imagined a factory-like room.

Boiler, forging table, robotic arm...

Not only was she not disappointed, but she raised her expectations to the maximum.

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