This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Dementors are scary.

But no matter how scary they are, they can't do anything to Vincent.

Perhaps realizing this, they suddenly stopped spinning, closing their big black holes and surrounding the train.

The process of searching for Sirius was the same as before.

"Ah——"

Draco's scream could be faintly heard in the sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the carriage.

Then, the Suanni Patronus appeared.

They were beaten up and beaten all over.

Vincent was calm and even wanted to laugh.

It was strange to look at the past again from a different angle.

Unlike the memory of the Pensieve, this is the real world.

Now I can still suppress the idea of ​​changing the past, if something unexpected happens...

Vincent stood up, shook his head and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

In the distance was Hogsmeade Station, it was time to get out.

Before the train completely stopped, he had already Apparated to a small cave in the village.

The bright light disc player on the tip of the stick dispersed the darkness.

It rained heavily today, so of course my old friend Mr. Bock was not here.

The small cave is actually very big, just right for killing time.

Compared with the outside that is often cleaned, the environment inside is very natural.

There is not much dust, but the number of spider webs and small creatures is far beyond imagination.

They are shyer than each other, and hide deeper when they see Vincent.

It is useless to dim the light on the tip of the wand a little, after all, they are small creatures that like darkness and humidity.

"Da Da--" The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside.

He ran over in such a heavy rain, probably to meet some clients.

The school robe became loose, and then slightly raised his body.

Vincent, who was dressed in a black robe, put on his hood and walked back with his wand.

But when he arrived at the place, it was not Mr. Bock who came into the cave, but a big black dog.

The skeleton was as big as an adult, but the body was so thin that the ribs could be seen.

The big black dog's eyes were very alert.

Vincent noticed that it was leaning to the left.

Looking down, it turned out that the left front leg was injured.

He squatted down, trying to reduce his threat.

But his experience in dealing with big dogs failed.

The big black dog bared its teeth, as if it was ready to rush over and attack at any time.

It was raining outside, and it was injured again, it seemed unwilling to leave here.

Vincent reached into his robe.

The small biscuits left by Gugu were soaked, but they could be restored with magic.

He approached carefully little by little, put down a few biscuits a few meters away, and then slowly backed away.

"Ah--" The big black dog roared in a low voice, as if issuing a warning.

Ordinary people would better stay away from this situation.

But Vincent is a wizard, and he is still a wizard who is worried about how to kill time.

The skeleton is big, but it is so thin that you can see the ribs. It must have been bullied a lot.

You must be patient when dealing with such a big dog.

The man and the dog confronted each other like this.

The big black dog became more and more fierce, and even straightened its front legs and roared loudly in pain.

Vincent looked directly at it from under his hood.

He had already shown his best intentions. It seemed that he had been bullied so badly that he was unwilling to trust strangers.

"Hmm..." He suddenly looked down at his clothes.

This was Hogsmeade. It was definitely not a Muggle who could bully such a big black dog.

It should be a wizard, or a wizard in a black robe.

The tip of the alder stick pointed to his chest, and the hood and black robe turned back into school uniforms.

His height was also shrinking, returning to his original appearance.

The big black dog stopped roaring, bent his two front legs as if frightened, and half-crouched on the ground.

Vincent guessed right.

Snape's gloomy image was indeed not welcome anywhere.

"You must be very hungry, right?"

He pointed to the biscuits on the ground, "Eat it, low in oil and salt."

The big black dog raised his injured left front paw and took a cautious step forward.

His expression was still fierce, but not holding on to the pain was a good start.

It walked faster and faster, sniffed with its nose and ate the biscuits.

This is the basis for building trust.

Vincent smiled and shook the last half bag left.

"Ah--" The big black dog's growl was not as hostile as before.

But even so, it had no intention of coming over.

Everything seemed to have returned to the starting point.

Vincent had to squat and approach carefully.

Every step closer, the big black dog would growl.

It did not retreat, proving that there was trust.

The closer the distance, the smaller the roar.

Animals are sensitive and can distinguish between kindness and malice by instinct.

Vincent squatted in front of the grinning big black dog, reached into the bag and took out a biscuit.

Its turbid yellow eyes glanced at it, and then opened wide and stared back.

No attack, a very good situation.

Vincent handed the biscuit to its mouth.

The big black dog put down its left front leg that had been raised all the time, and opened its mouth hesitantly.

Nian Hu Hu's tongue licked the biscuit away.

The second, the third...

During the feeding process, Vincent took the opportunity to touch the dog's head.

It half-crouched and took a small step back without roaring.

Finally, a good trust relationship was established, and the next few biscuits were touched while feeding.

Tired of standing, the big black dog completely lay on the ground, allowing Vincent to increase his strength little by little.

After eating the last cookie, it used its nose to push away the hand pressing on its forehead.

"You are so realistic." Vincent reached into his school robe, pretending that there were still cookies inside.

The big black dog turned his head away, very proud.

He couldn't be fooled, probably because he was often fooled.

Vincent held up its left front paw with some embarrassment.

There was no resistance, everything he had done before was worth it.

"Healed as before--"

The tip of the alder stick lit up with a warm light blue light, pressing against the wound that seemed to have been cut by a sharp object.

The big black dog glanced at it, and then turned his head away again.

Trust collapsed in just a moment, and it took twice the effort to rebuild it.

Vincent succeeded, and succeeded in making it trust humans again.

The wound was deep, and the healing speed was very slow while minimizing the pain.

After more than ten minutes, the alder wand was removed from the front leg.

The big black dog tried to stand up, but was pushed back hard.

"It's not healed yet."

The warm light blue light started from its nose and swept over very slowly.

There were all kinds of wounds on its body, and lice, ticks and other small creatures were everywhere.

The black short hair was severely dried, and it was stuck with the dandruff from the ringworm infection.

The big black dog just symbolically resisted a few times, and then let Vincent use magic to clean its body.

"It turned out to be a male..."

"Woo!"

"Oh~ You have a bad temper~"

The long black tail swung over, and immediately splashed rain on his face.

Vincent put away his wand, pulled its head and rubbed it hard.

Even though he had a slight obsession with cleanliness, the skinny big black dog soon fell down from exhaustion.

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