This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Passing by the huge alchemy boiler is a room with two doorways facing each other.

On the left is Vincent's room, and on the right is the utility room where Sam slept.

Hermione hugged Gugu and followed him into his room.

It's very different from what I just imagined. Not only does it not have any factory-like atmosphere, it doesn't even have much alchemy equipment.

The wallpaper is a very plain white, with a few yellowed celebrity posters on it.

Desks and wardrobes are very common styles. The layout of the entire room is very simple, and everything is arranged neatly. It is so clean that it doesn't look like a boy's room.

Vincent opened the closet and randomly picked out a set of clothes, "You take a look around first, I'll be back soon."

As soon as he walked out of the room, Gugu in Hermione's arms raised his little wings and pointed at the desk drawer.

She quietly came to the desk and opened the drawer, which was filled with all kinds of snacks.

Gugu happily jumped into the drawer and picked.

Hermione did not help look after the wind, but looked at the Eiffel Tower night light on the desk with longing eyes.

This was a birthday gift she personally made for Vincent last year. At that time, it took her a total of half a month to make this one that was somewhat visible.

Her eyes left the night light and came to the notebook on the other side of the desk.

There are many design drafts of alchemy props that are completely incomprehensible. Fortunately, there are many English words underneath.

Second generation mobile communication protocol, chip digital signal processor, plug-in baseband, image processing unit, high-resolution photosensitive element...

Hermione closed her notebook blankly.

She could understand the text, but combined with the design draft, she couldn't understand it at all.

She bit her lower lip and opened the notebook again.

RF chip? Mobile network module? Image sensor? Light sensor? Proximity sensor? Gyroscope?

No, my head is spinning.

She couldn't understand it, but she didn't feel discouraged because she knew that these must be advanced parts that were far ahead of their time, and their designer was her boyfriend.

However, there is still a little bit of disappointment.

Hermione put the notebook back where it belonged, lowered her head and picked up the Gu Gu from the drawer.

"That's almost enough. Have you stuffed half of it into the claw ring?"

Gugu shook his round little head.

"Don't be so mean. How about I bring you some more in a few days?"

It opened its eyes wide and nodded its little head.

Hermione closed the drawer gently and carried Gugu to the bedside.

She reached out and took off a few brown feathers on the pillow, put it in front of Gugu's eyes and shook it.

"You don't sleep here every day, do you?"

"Gu Gu."

"Then he usually doesn't press you when he sleeps?"

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

"Are you saying it's safe to sleep next to him?"

"Gu Gu."

"He won't move?"

"Gu Gu."

The corners of Hermione's mouth raised slightly, she held Gugu in one hand and sat on the bed holding some of its feathers in the other.

It's very soft, very comfortable, and will really improve your sleep quality.

But it mainly depends on the person. She is not very honest when sleeping. She always kicks off the quilt in winter.

"Gugu!" Gugu in her arms stretched out its little wings and pointed to the bottom of the bed.

"You mean there's a lot hidden underneath?"

"Goo!"

Hermione's curiosity was aroused and she looked at the door of the room warily.

She put Gugu on the bed, and then stood up anxiously.

As if she felt bad, she sat back down on the bed.

"Gugu?"

"This is not good. He has hidden everything under the hood. There must be some secrets that he doesn't want others to discover."

"Gugu!" Gugu stretched out his little wings and patted his round chest.

"Uh...are you making sure he won't be angry?"

"Gu Gu."

"How did you know I wanted to get to know him better?"

Gugu shook his little head angrily.

"Uh...you want to show that you are experienced?"

"Gu Gu."

Hermione rubbed its little head.

Her curiosity was indeed piqued again.

Since there is Gugu's guarantee and the two are lovers now, it shouldn't be okay to take a brief look.

She carefully knelt on the floor, stretched out her little hands and groped under the bed.

Soon she took out a gunmetal-colored briefcase.

"What's this?"

Gugu is famous for making gestures with its small wings.

"Can it transform?"

"Goo!"

Hermione held the briefcase in front of her and looked at it carefully.

Its surface is very smooth, and except for the magic runes symbolizing Vincent in the middle, there are no other words or mechanisms.

"Gu Gu."

"You mean I can open it?"

"Gu Gu."

She opened the briefcase gently and saw the densely packed small rockets inside.

"this……"

"Gugu?"

"This...well, I really shouldn't have opened it."

Hermione closed the briefcase gently and carefully put it back under the bed.

Gugu tilted his head and opened his round eyes.

"Goodbye, there should be some very important things down there."

Perhaps in order to repay her snacks, Gugu flapped her little wings and got under the bed.

After a while, it came out with a few dusty magazines in its mouth.

Hermione gently dusted it off before looking at the magazines.

She blushed and closed her eyes after just one glance.

Even though there was dust between them, the sexy bikini girl on the cover was like a brand in her mind, and she couldn't shake it off no matter how hard she shook her head.

As a boy, it's understandable that she likes these things.

Her roommates often discussed which boy had a better figure, and their comments on Vincent...

He had a perfect figure like a sculpture, smooth and powerful muscle lines, and a majestic beauty all over his body, as well as that intoxicating unique masculine charm.

Hermione's little heart was pounding, and she stretched out her little hand and gently fanned her hot face.

"Gugu?" Gugu tilted his head and looked puzzled.

It probably didn't understand what she was shy about, after all, owls were covered with feathers all over their bodies, and the clothes of bipeds were the same no matter how much they wore.

Gugu turned around and got under the bed again.

This time it dragged out a big guy, and it was so tired that it sat on the floor with its butt.

Hermione, who felt much better, looked at the pillow in front of her in confusion.

It should be what Vincent used when he was a child, but the size is too big.

It's more than one meter long, but why does it look new?

Hermione picked it up, and when she turned it to the back, she screamed and threw it away subconsciously.

"This... this..." She stuttered and looked at Gugu.

"Gugu?"

Hermione suddenly became excited, "Do you know what he usually uses this thing for?"

"Gugu."

"Ah? You don't know?"

She looked at the full-length pillow that was thrown on the windowsill and seemed to be about to fall down soon.

"Maybe it's a sandbag?"

"Gugu?"

"Yes, it must be."

Hermione got up and walked to the windowsill, staring fiercely at Draco printed on the front of the pillow.

She picked it up and hit it hard a few times in a particularly rude way.

It feels pretty good, so I have to hit it a few more times.

Vincent's sexual orientation is obviously normal, and those magazines just now are the best proof.

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