This Hogwarts is not normal

Bone healing spirit and bone healing spirit are both targeted magic potions that specialize in treating bone trauma.

The former can make bones heal, and the latter can make bones grow back.

Vincent has a broken bone. Drinking some water will heal his bones.

For example, Draco, who had all his bones removed by Lockhart last year, was able to use the bone spirit, which was more difficult to prepare.

Hermione took out a few candies from her small white semicircular bag and said, "You should eat some of this first. The bitter taste of Gu Yu Ling will not last long."

She tore open the packaging bag and paused for a moment with her little hand in the air.

The atmosphere became awkward again.

Vincent was only seriously injured, not disabled.

Are you a little too concerned?

Just when she was about to put down her little hand, Vincent suddenly opened his mouth and said "ah".

Hermione, whose face was hot, didn't dare to look at him, and threw the candy away in a panic.

"Oh--" It was the first time he was rude to the face.

"Ouch——" It hit my nose for the second time.

"Stop!" Vincent was almost slapped in the eye and leaned back, staring in horror at the candy that was about to touch his eyelashes.

The test results showed that there really seemed to be something to him.

Hermione mustered up the courage to raise her head and gently handed the candy to his mouth.

Vincent opened his mouth again.

We went out together at night, studied together, defeated Voldemort together, encountered a basilisk attack together, and used the time turner together...

Tonight, we will follow Umbridge together to investigate the cause of the dementors' abnormality, and even bring down a dozen werewolves together.

It's not that he is sentimental, but if he doesn't even have the slightest feeling, then his life will be a failure.

"Hermione—"

"Vincent--"

"Lady first."

Hermione pursed her lips tightly and fiddled with her fingers unconsciously, "Vincent, you still have many wounds scratched by branches..."

She suddenly scratched her hair in annoyance, "If - if it's not dealt with as soon as possible, it's likely to leave scars."

Vincent is not stupid and knows that she is changing the subject.

"That's what I want to say." He used his left hand to hold up his right arm that was hanging down weakly.

"You know the character of my parents. If they knew that I had scars all over my body at school, I can't imagine what they would send me."

This is definitely not an exaggeration. It is foreseeable that the Wayne couple would give the wizarding world a little Muggle shock by having him as their biological son.

Hermione hurriedly picked up the universal medicine kit, "It's not convenient for you to apply the medicine yourself, so let me do it."

After saying that, she pressed down the grid of white moss, poured it into her palm and spread it evenly.

"This..." Vincent lowered his head and looked at the large and small wounds on his body.

He glanced at the mithril suitcase lying quietly nearby and hesitated for a moment, "Sorry, I'll bother you then."

While taking off her tattered coat and shirt with one hand, Hermione lowered her head the whole time and didn't dare to look over.

When Vincent's upper body was shown in front of her, all her attention was focused on the bruises and scabs.

Hermione's fingertips gently touched a small cut scratched by a branch, "It must be very painful with so many cuts."

"It's okay." Vincent smiled, "Although this is the first fracture, I was often injured when I was learning fighting with my father."

It wasn't like he was forcing a smile, but he really wanted to make her feel better.

They protected each other, and neither owed the other anything.

Hermione was very gentle when applying the medicine to Vincent, for fear that she might accidentally use too much force and pull the wounds that were about to heal.

Her eyes were particularly focused, even more serious than during class.

After applying the medicine, wrap the bandage.

Vincent lowered his head, looking dumbfounded at the right arm hanging on his chest and tied to a branch.

It's true that it won't leave any scars, but it's bandaged like this...

Hermione circled around him a few times, patched some white moss on his lower back, then untied the straps and re-wrapped them.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was very satisfied with her work.

Vincent twitched his lips.

If there weren't many wounds on the leg, I'm afraid it would be wrapped up like a mummy.

His new appearance doesn't look like a serious injury at all, but more like hemiplegia.

Well, upper body.

Forget it, I am nervous about him after all.

But even if his expression could hide it, his eyes still betrayed him in the end.

Hermione blushed and hurriedly packed up the items scattered on the floor.

Vincent, who was idle, raised his left hand and hooked the scissors that his watch turned into.

His physical strength has recovered a lot, and the wandless flying spell was successfully cast.

Gently touch the magic runes of the scissors to turn it back into its original watch.

At 1:30 in the morning, we will be able to go back safely soon.

Vincent stood up and took a few steps.

Hermione, who was packing her things, quickly came back to help him, "Don't move around, Bone Healing doesn't work so quickly."

"..." Vincent seemed to be choked.

He wanted to say it was okay, but Hermione's concern made his heart warm, and he couldn't say anything.

Simple friendship seems to have become complicated.

If it were before tonight, he could be sure that his choice would be to clarify the relationship in a way that would neither cause embarrassment nor damage the friendship between the two parties.

But it can't be done now.

To be precise, I don't want to.

"Vincent?" Hermione stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Vincent pretended to be nonchalant.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely not notice anything.

But standing in front of him was Hermione, who at least knew everything about him.

She cooperated tacitly, "Are you worried about those werewolves?"

Vincent nodded guiltily, "Yes - yes."

After a brief silence, Hermione continued to pack things on the floor.

Approaching the completely liquid mithril robe fragments, they flew back to the worn parts as if they were summoned.

It didn't take long for the robe to be repaired.

She picked up the suitcase and gently dusted it off.

"Ouch!" A familiar howl suddenly came from the silent surroundings.

Hermione turned back subconsciously.

In the woods behind Vincent, there was a pair of blood-red eyes that brought fear to her.

"Be careful behind you!" She ran over with all her strength.

But at the same time, the werewolf leader jumped out of the darkness, like a hunter who had lost his patience, and rushed towards the prey he had been looking for for a long time.

Vincent reflexively threw himself aside.

The sharp claws scratched across the neck, splashing a few drops of blood.

The werewolf leader seemed to be stimulated and twisted his body back in a position that was completely impossible for humans.

With blood-red eyes full of hatred, he stared at Vincent who was lying on the ground, covering his right arm with a painful expression.

The sharp claw that had grown back slowly lifted up, as if it would bring death in the next moment.

"Bang!" At this critical moment, Hermione, who finally arrived, raised her suitcase and hit the werewolf leader hard on the back.

However this doesn't change anything.

The werewolf leader didn't even look back.

Despair instantly spread throughout Hermione's body.

She desperately stretched out her hands and hugged the thick arms with open claws.

The werewolf leader shook her hard several times, but he still couldn't shake her off.

He opened his mouth, which was blistered by the fire-making spell, as if he wanted to change the order.

Foul-smelling saliva dripped onto Hermione's pale face.

"Ah!" Vincent stood up desperately and hit it with all his strength.

The werewolf leader staggered and used his other claw to catch him in the air.

It's over, completely over.

"Ouch!" Another howl sounded.

A tall and thin figure rushed over quickly and pounced on the werewolf leader's open mouth.

It's him! It's the werewolf from the Shrieking Shack!

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