This Hogwarts is not normal

The pale moonlight fell from the gaps between the branches and leaves, shining on the werewolf's dark gray head.

He has fierce eyes, a slender face, short hair, and sunken cheeks.

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the black spikes, and the stench became stronger as the distance shortened.

"Thumping—thumping—"

The werewolf suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth as if to express his excitement.

Almost at the same time, Vincent, who finally found the opportunity, closed his eyes and quickly stretched out his wand.

"The ultimate fluorescent flash!"

A bright light that was even more dazzling than fluorescent light shone from the tip of the staff, as if countless thin steel needles were piercing the werewolf's blood-red eyes.

"Ugh——" He hissed in pain, fell on the spike, covered his eyes with his hands and pushed back.

You can see the bright light through your eyelids, and if you look directly at it, your eyes will probably become useless.

After depriving vision, the next step is the ability to move.

The alder wand was inserted into the soil, and the long black nails on the ground turned into rings, strung together to form chains.

When a chain is tightened, the werewolf can break it with a wave of his hand.

Two lines require a little more force. What about three, four, and five?

He screamed and struggled continuously until the dense chains restrained him so that he could not move.

Vincent gasped.

It may seem that hundreds or thousands of object deformations are being performed at the same time, but in fact it is completed in dozens or dozens of batches.

But even so, the feeling of exhaustion from being momentarily empty is still strong.

"Are you okay?" Hermione supported Vincent who was swaying a little and could no longer maintain the Disillusionment Curse.

"It's not bad, at least I didn't faint."

If you're in the mood to joke, it shouldn't be a big problem.

She waved her magic spell to break the Disillusionment Curse and put his arm around her shoulders.

There was no hesitation at all. Vincent hesitated several times to speak, and he did not say anything until he was helped to sit down next to the nearest tree.

They are too close, beyond the scope of friends of the opposite sex.

Hermione half-crouched in front of him and took out a particularly delicate cube from the small white semicircular bag she carried with her.

There are 49 grids on each side. This is a high-end universal medical kit that cannot be mass-produced.

She poured the light blue potion into the tea cup, "I usually drink this to restore my strength after exercise."

Vincent took the tea cup and smelled it.

An extremely familiar taste, this is an energy tonic that not only refreshes the mind, but also quickly restores energy.

If anyone can't stand the brutal Quidditch training, Wood will give him a bottle with a bright smile.

The effect is outstanding and you can return to your peak in just 15 minutes.

The potion brewed by Hermione was not bitter and had a particularly fresh jasmine smell.

There should be no changes to the formula, just slight adjustments to the taste.

Vincent handed the empty tea cup back and gently moved his wrist, "Thank you, I feel much better."

Hermione put away the small bag and stared at the tightly tied werewolf with alert eyes.

He did not give up the struggle and kept roaring.

"It's not safe here." As soon as Vincent put his hand on the tree trunk, Hermione pulled him and leaned on her shoulder.

When I ran all the way here, I could still smell the faint citrus scent of shampoo.

He didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements and let her hold him and stand up.

"Ouch--" the werewolf howled, as if to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

If you walk into the trap of "weak" prey, or even be controlled by them, no one will watch them leave.

Vincent suddenly darkened his face, "Oops, if the werewolves on the mountain hear this cry..."

He didn't continue, but Hermione already knew what he wanted to say.

Whether wolves or humans, most animals live in groups.

She released her right hand and quickly pointed her wand at the werewolf.

"Silence!"

The translucent spell accurately hit the hideous mouth that was still howling.

"Let's go!" She almost carried Vincent forward.

Facts have proven that the Disguise Curse is ineffective in evading werewolves.

The fourth-year odor-eliminating spell can block the spread of odor, and the fifth-year silent spell can isolate the sound caused by oneself.

But it is a pity that these two spells were not used much, so they did not learn them in advance.

Vincent moved forward hard, seeing anxiety and uneasiness on Hermione's face.

"Don't worry, the werewolf tribe is on the mountain. No matter how loud it is, it will be difficult to reach it."

She was well aware of the werewolf's keen hearing, and she also understood that he was trying to comfort herself.

But she didn't know when she had developed the habit of thinking about everything in the worst direction and preparing for the worst based on the existing conditions.

Just a few minutes after Vincent drank the vitality tonic, if the werewolf's howl was heard by his companions, he might have chased him before he could recover.

Find a closed place to hide as soon as possible, preferably a cave or an underground cave, and then completely seal the entrance, so that you can safely wait until the time turner has cooled down.

"Ouch--" Several long howls came from behind.

Murphy's Law worked, and the worst-case scenario did happen.

Hermione gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.

Vincent weighs nearly 60 kilograms. Although he has regained a little strength, supporting him is not comparable to the usual weight-bearing exercises.

"Ah!" She accidentally tripped over a tree root lying on the ground.

Vincent stood as steady as possible and put his right hand on her shoulder as hard as he could, but in the end he fell down with her.

Fortunately, the tree roots are not big, and the fallen leaves buffer some of the gravity.

But even so, Hermione, who was pressed underneath, still felt as if all the bones in her body were falling apart.

Vincent put his hands on the ground and turned over to the side with all his strength.

He was panting heavily and could only force himself to sit up.

"I'm fine." Hermione also sat up, the pain coming from her left ankle causing her to instinctively curl up together.

But she soon recovered, straightened her waist, and reluctantly pulled up her left trouser leg.

The skin of the sprained ankle will be blue and red, and there should be capillary rupture in the soft tissue under the skin.

She touched it lightly, causing tears to well up in her eyes.

There is no worst, only worse.

Hermione gritted her teeth and pointed her wand at her ankle.

"You..." The words Vincent was about to blurt out were swallowed back into his stomach after meeting her firm eyes.

"Healed as before -" Hermione recited the spell in a trembling voice.

There was a "stuck" sound, and tears streaked down her face.

The magic potion can relieve the pain, but the current situation does not allow for wasting a second.

Vincent silently put his arm on Hermione's thin arm.

He clutched the alder wand in his hand tightly and was pulled to his feet by her without saying a word.

If he had been stronger, strong enough to challenge a werewolf head-on, then things wouldn't have developed like this.

We obviously have almost infinite time, so why not use it to improve our own strength?

Because it's enough?

No, not enough, far from enough.

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