This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Falling from a height of nearly 300 feet, not being smashed everywhere on the spot was the best result.

The running werewolves stopped in front of a big tree that was broken in the middle, silently watching a deep pit with a diameter of more than ten feet in the distance.

Under the pale moonlight, a sharp claw stretched out from it.

They walked forward quickly and watched the shortened part slowly grow back.

The thin and tall werewolf was also there, but he seemed to not care about the life and death of the werewolf leader, staring at the direction of the heavy sound with complicated eyes.

He sniffed hard with his nose, as if he smelled something.

"Ah!

!" With a howl, a sharp claw stretched out from the deep pit again.

The soil was torn apart, revealing the fierce face of the werewolf leader.

Blood flowed down his head, as red as his eyes.

Several werewolves jumped into the deep pit, and were stunned by the roar before they got close.

The werewolf leader opened his claws and lifted up large pieces of soil.

He stood up and roughly slapped off the claws that the werewolf in front of him stretched out.

It was obvious that anger had taken over his heart.

His blood-red eyes looked into the distance, which was the direction where the tall and thin werewolf was staring.

The werewolf leader's nose moved slightly, as if he had smelled something.

He grinned and looked very excited.

"Awoo--" He raised his head and howled at the moon, and limped in that direction.

The werewolves looked at each other for a moment, and followed from a distance.

The tall and thin werewolf looked down at his tightly clenched claws and followed at the back.

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The pit at the other crash site was not big, but it dragged out a deep mark that was not short.

There were several pieces of black cloth lying quietly on it.

Its edge was flowing liquid, and the silver light was very similar to the mithril suitcase that fell to the side, which should have been worn off from the mithril robe.

The drag mark mixed with mud and blood was less than one meter, and Hermione, who was lying on her side at the end, was breathing steadily and did not seem to be in danger of life.

Vincent, who was protected in her arms, suddenly moved his fingers.

He opened his eyes and quickly closed them. The soft touch on his cheek made him take a deep breath subconsciously.

"Cough cough cough——" There was a severe pain in his chest.

It was good that he didn't go to see Mr. Merlin, not to mention that he was not seriously injured.

Vincent endured the severe pain, slightly moved away from Hermione's arms, and looked down at the wounds on his body.

There were bruises and scratches, and being able to move meant that the problem was not serious.

He looked at Hermione, his eyes fixed on a small pool of blood that had seeped into the soil under her body.

Remember that before he lost consciousness, he was still holding the mithril suitcase that served as a shield tightly in his hand.

"Cough cough cough——" Vincent, who tried to sit up, fell back and coughed violently again.

His right hand was soft and he couldn't use any strength, and his internal organs seemed to be burned. ♦♦  ♦♦

This time he was really seriously injured.

He twisted his neck with difficulty, raised his left hand and hooked it towards the suitcase.

There was no response, not even a movement.

There was no hope for the healing potion in the box, but there was Hermione's universal medicine box.

Vincent raised his unbroken left hand, reached out to her robe, and groped according to the position in his memory.

"Hmm--" Hermione's tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

He gently reached his hand into the semicircular white cloth bag.

Notebooks, metal blocks, small mirrors...

There were quite a lot of things, and there were quite a few square ones.

Tissue boxes, makeup boxes, jewelry boxes...

After all, she was a girl, so he kept looking.

Finally, he touched the universal medicine box.

"Hiss--" He supported the ground with his left hand, and gasped in pain as soon as he exerted force.

Vincent sat up despite the severe pain, pressed the grid representing the healing potion in the universal medicine box, and then raised it to his mouth to drink the potion.

Feeling a little better, he put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and tried to turn her over.

"Hmm--" Perhaps because of the wound, her tightly closed eyelashes trembled again.

When the wound was exposed to Vincent, he breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Fortunately, with the protection of the mithril robe, the wound looked quite large, but it was not too serious.

There was selected white moss in the medicine box, and it would not leave scars as long as it was treated in time.

Without thinking too much, Vincent bit the crown of the watch on his left wrist and turned it two notches to turn it into scissors.

The worn edge of the mithril robe had begun to liquefy, but it was not repaired because a part was missing.

He was very glad that the watch that Linyin gave him was made of mithril, and he personally transformed it into an alchemical item not long ago.

With a few "squeaks", the clothes near the wound were cut open along with the robe.

Vincent quickly used his newly recovered physical strength to cast a wandless cleaning spell to remove all the dirt attached to the wound.

Then he picked up the universal medicine box, poured a proper amount of white moss on it and spread it evenly.

Before the mithril robe was repaired, he lay down heavily after doing all this.

Not long after, Hermione opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Vincent's sweaty face, and then a pile of items scattered on the ground.

Scissors, universal medicine box, makeup box...

When she saw the notebook, she was so excited that she sat up directly.

Seeing her so energetic, Vincent was completely relieved.

As for what was written in the notebook, he was not very interested.

After all, there was still a little bit, but she was so anxious that she took it back in a hurry. She probably didn't want him to know.

Vincent supported himself with one hand and sat up, "How do you feel?"

Hermione moved her arm slightly, and her face was immediately pinched in pain.

In addition, she felt that something was wrong.

She looked over her left shoulder and lowered her head without saying a word.

Vincent also looked very embarrassed.

I didn't pay much attention just now, and it seemed that even the small belt was cut off.

"This... I have treated your wound." He pointed to the universal medicine box,

"Don't worry, I didn't pour too much white moss, it won't leave a scar."

Hermione stared at his left hand closely.

The bloody white moss stuck to it, and there was no sign of cleaning at all.

Everyone knew that Vincent had a mild mysophobia. Although she was unconscious at the time, she didn't feel disgusted by it. Instead...

Hermione retracted her gaze guiltily, but unexpectedly saw his right arm that was drooping weakly, with bruises and a large swelling.

"You broke a bone?"

Vincent nodded gently.

Hermione grabbed the universal medicine box, took out a delicate teacup from the small cloth bag, and quickly mixed the potion and handed it to his mouth.

"I've already drunk the healing potion--"

Her eyes did not allow rejection.

Vincent opened his mouth blankly.

It tasted bitter and astringent, just like high-concentration dark chocolate.

Seeing him pinching his entire face, Hermione thought he had accidentally touched another wound just now, "What's wrong? Do you have any broken bones?"

"No." Vincent pointed to her empty teacup with his left hand, "This thing is too bitter, what did you add to it?"

Hermione's expression relaxed, holding the universal medicine box to explain.

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