This Hogwarts is not normal

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Vincent, who was sitting at the long table, held his chin, "I don't know if the four deans will fight."

"Hululu——"

Hermione next to her looked at Hagrid at the next table quite speechlessly.

Mag must have woken him up before going out, but he fell asleep again when the two came.

"I think--"

"Hululu——"

"I think they-"

"Hululu——"

The snoring was getting louder and louder.

Hermione simply shook her head at Vincent.

"Then you said they -"

"Hululu——"

Vincent lay on the table with a defeated look on his face.

He turned his head suddenly and blinked at Hermione.

Hagrid had been a gamekeeper for decades, so he must have dealt with werewolves, and he might have known about the grudge between Snape and the lanky werewolf.

Hermione cleared her throat and shouted together with Vincent:

"No! Professor McGonagall and the others are back!"

With a "thud", Hagrid fell off the chair.

He sat up in a hurry, "I didn't fall asleep! I just slipped accidentally!"

He looked around the auditorium suspiciously until he saw Vincent and Hermione at the next table.

"Uh-you guys?"

Hagrid suddenly patted his forehead and said, "I remembered that Professor McGonagall said that you had committed a crime, and she told me to keep a close eye on you and not let you run around."

Vincent blinked his big eyes at Hermione.

See, there’s no need for clichés.

After just a little talk about what happened that night, Hagrid already told everything he knew.

"Did you really defeat Warwick? After his transformation, he was as tall as me."

The werewolf leader's name is Warwick, and he is an extremely rare hybrid descendant of a werewolf and a wizard.

His physical fitness far exceeds that of a pure-blood werewolf, and after his transformation, he can even compete with the half-blood giant Hagrid.

But in a pure competition of strength, there is no doubt that Hagrid will win.

The werewolf's talents are recovery and agility, while the giant's health bar and defense are full.

What's more, the full moon night only happens once a month, so no matter how hard you lose your mind, you can only end up with a tie.

"What!" Hagrid's eyes widened, "Warwick has really lost his mind?"

Vincent pointed to a small cut on the left side of his neck that has never healed, "This is proof that it's not healed yet."

The werewolf's saliva is poisonous, and so are its claws.

Although it cannot infect others, it can leave scars that will never heal.

Hagrid came over and looked at it carefully, his face becoming more and more shocked.

As long as saliva comes into contact with a bleeding wound, you will be infected with lycanthropy and become a werewolf.

In comparison, claws that instantly lose their toxicity when leaving the main body are not worth mentioning.

And Vincent and Hermione defeated one... no, they defeated two irrational werewolves, but they only left a less conspicuous scar?

But if you think about it carefully, he had a palm-sized Acromantula when he was in third grade, and now it's as tall as him.

"As expected of our Gryffindor students!" Hagrid smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Then he patted Vincent and Hermione on the shoulders with his big hands, "And last year's Jom Gander, you will all be great wizards in the future!"

The force was a bit strong and I was almost knocked off the chair.

After the werewolf leader Warwick, it was the turn of the werewolves of the Shrieking Shack.

"Running away with red eyes, tall and thin?" Hagrid recalled for a long time with a sullen face.

He suddenly shook his head, "I have never seen that werewolf, at least not in their tribe."

"Is that so..." Vincent was a little frustrated.

If Hagrid doesn't even know him, only Dumbledore might know.

It's a pity that he hasn't come back since he went out, and he probably wouldn't say anything if asked.

Vincent looked at Hermione and found that she was staring at him.

To be precise, he was staring at the scar on his neck.

Hermione suddenly reached out her hand and lifted the collar of his shirt slightly.

"It can barely be covered. If I change to a high collar, it should be able to cover it all."

She met Vincent's eyes and sat back with a blushing face.

Hagrid looked left and right, wondering why they were both a little shy.

"Gu——" Hermione suddenly lowered her little head.

"Gu——" Vincent's stomach also growled.

"Are you hungry?"

They both nodded at the same time.

Hagrid grinned widely, "What's the shame? I'll go to the kitchen and prepare something for you."

After saying that, he strode out of the auditorium.

"Wait..." Vincent lowered his hand that was in the air.

It took him so long to realize that he really cared about Hermione's actions just now.

The two remained silent.

Friends get along very casually, but their current relationship is already a bit ambiguous.

If it continues to develop...

Vincent looked over secretly and found that Hermione was also secretly looking at him.

But this time they looked at each other without hiding, as if they were expressing something.

"Long wait!" At this critical moment, Hagrid came back holding two large bowls.

The two of them quickly sat down and pretended as if nothing happened.

Hagrid placed the bowl in front of them carelessly, "I asked Dobby and Papa, and he said you often eat this."

The color is bright, red and yellow, it is tomato egg noodles.

Vincent and Hermione looked at each other, then quickly picked up their forks.

The taste didn't change, but they both ate a little absentmindedly.

Hagrid was confused, "Isn't it to your liking?"

The two shook their heads and started eating.

The portion of noodles was the same as before, and it was all eaten quickly.

Not long after I put down the bowl, the professors also came back from the Forbidden Forest.

Returning with them was a tall, lanky werewolf who was unconscious and covered in bandages.

They were densely packed in circles, and they were wrapped as if they were trying to strangle someone.

Snape snorted at Vincent and then returned without saying a word.

McGonagall came over and said, "Hagrid, can you take him to the school hospital?"

Hagrid glanced at the tall and thin werewolf lying on the wooden bed, "No problem, wrap it up on me."

The three professors had extremely serious expressions and sat opposite Vincent and Hermione.

I was a little nervous before, but now I am even more nervous.

"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, I hope you can keep tonight's events a secret."

After Mag finished speaking, the two nodded obediently.

"As for your leaving the school without authorization, Professor Dumbledore needs to come back before making a decision."

Under normal circumstances, points will definitely be deducted on the spot.

But for some reason, none of the three professors seemed to intend to pursue the matter further.

It's not like they're covering up Vincent and Hermione, it's more like they're pretending that nothing happened.

Vincent asked tentatively: "Professor, did you stop Professor Snape in time?"

"No." McGonagall hesitated for a moment, "Professor Snape did not hurt the werewolf, but even bandaged his wounds."

If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, anyone would think that the werewolf was dead.

Could Snape be so warm-hearted?

Even if he wasn't killed, he must have done something other than bandaging during the time he was alone.

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