This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Five hours passed quickly.

After starting the time converter for the second time, Vincent took Hermione to a hillside leading to a cave.

If I remember correctly, there was a nest of eight-eyed giant spiders inside.

As he said, even at the doorstep, these cute little creatures did not come out to disturb.

"How did you reach a consensus with them?"

Vincent raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

Hermione twitched her lips, thinking that she had asked a very stupid question.

Not to mention the outer edge of the Forbidden Forest, she thought that all the nests had been ravaged more than once.

"Hagrid would be very sad if he knew."

"He actually knew." Vincent made a sword-drawing and slashing gesture in the air,

"Do you remember that I gained the friendship of the centaurs in my first year?

At that time, I made a bet with Hagrid in their tribe, on the condition that I would no longer favor the descendants of Aragog."

There were not many small animals left in the Forbidden Forest two years ago. If it weren't for Jomgand, the adult eight-eyed giant spiders would have eaten them all.

This was the first time Hermione had heard of this.

Only Vincent dared to compete with centaurs in shooting and Hagrid in swordsmanship.

"Awoo--" A small wolf howl suddenly came from the distance.

Vincent raised his head, "Today is a full moon, it's probably the werewolves on the mountain at the edge of the Forbidden Forest."

Hermione listened carefully and could hear more howls.

Soon, the surroundings became quiet again.

Whether they are pure-blooded werewolves or not, they will transform once the full moon comes.

Half-blood werewolves can still maintain some rationality, but those infected are hard to say.

Werewolves who can live on the mountains of Hogwarts are good werewolves who will not attack actively.

Hermione suddenly stared straight into Vincent's eyes, "You didn't go to their place, did you?"

"No plans for the time being."

She opened the hardcover edition of "Practical Magic Encyclopedia" with peace of mind.

There are some simple spells like laundry spells and cooking spells in it, which are not difficult to learn at all.

Learn two in 5 hours, and learn three in another 5 hours.

After using the time-turner for the fourth time, Hermione began to feel a little sleepy.

"You should take a nap first. I'll call you if you don't wake up."

She nodded and took out a folded new tent from a small cloth bag.

Her eyelids were fighting, and she set the alarm clock, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Outside, Vincent yawned, drank a bottle of Bafe's brain-stimulating agent, and continued to arrange the magic runes.

The repair speed has been able to catch up with the speed of loss, but he has not given up looking for the optimal solution.

There is a lot of time. If you can't achieve true perfection, you must try your best.

"Ring-ring-ring--"

He put down his wand and turned off the alarm clock, stretched his arms and stretched.

After nearly 30 hours, the effect of Bafe's brain-stimulating agent will only become weaker and weaker.

After waiting for a few minutes, he got up and walked towards the tent.

There was also an alarm clock inside, and it seemed that Hermione continued to sleep after turning it off.

Vincent opened the tent with one hand, and only a bulging quilt could be seen.

He walked forward with a frown on his face, put his hands on the quilt and counted down loudly.

"Three! Two! One!"

With a "swish", the quilt was lifted up to the air.

Hermione, who was sleeping soundly, opened her eyes and saw Vincent's half-smiled face.

She quickly sat up, blushing, "Sorry, I'm really too sleepy."

"Uh..." Vincent seemed a little surprised, "I thought you would be angry."

Hermione lowered her head and tidied up her messy hair,

"It's true, if you can not suddenly lift the quilt next time."

"Okay." Vincent turned and walked out of the tent, "I will pay attention next time."

Although they are good friends, she is a girl after all.

Back to 5 hours ago, this time to the lake.

The smoke magic arranged by Dumbledore is still there, but the range is much smaller.

Vincent went into his tent to sleep, and it was Hermione's turn to be alone outside.

As he slept, he could vaguely smell a fragrance.

It was very strange, the smell of barbecue.

After having a full meal in his dream and being woken up by the alarm clock, he could still smell the aroma when he opened his eyes.

When he walked out of the tent, it turned out that Hermione was grilling.

He had only eaten a few snacks the last few times, but now he was really a little hungry.

"Are you awake? Come and eat after rinsing your mouth."

Vincent took the mouthwash she handed over, "You are well prepared, even with a grill and sauce."

She didn't look much, but compared to the ones grilled at last year's birthday party, she really made great progress.

After rinsing his mouth, he picked up a string and tasted it.

It was a little burnt, but the taste was fine.

He gave a thumbs up, "Delicious!"

Hermione turned around with a bright smile on her face and continued to brush the sauce on the barbecue.

Although she had learned the cooking spell, she obviously had no intention of casting it.

She always remembered a sentence:

[Food cooked entirely with magic is like industrial assembly line products, they are all soulless——]

Cooking is an art, not for eating for eating.

Even though he freed his hands with magic, his pursuit of delicious food remained unchanged.

A barbecue lasted until dawn, and of course Vincent also took action.

Hermione was stunned when he controlled the grill as he pleased.

The extra two and a half months were just as he had imagined.

No matter how difficult the research was, he never treated himself badly.

Hermione had envied this mentality since a long time ago.

Fate always loves to play tricks on you. The more you care about something, the harder it is to achieve it.

She ate Vincent's barbecue and tasted a different flavor.

"Are you still going?"

"Of course."

There can be countless closed time loops, but there are only so many safe spots in the Forbidden Forest.

The last time they used the time converter to go back to 5 hours ago, they both went back to the dormitory to rest.

They were not discovered by others during the whole process, and nothing in the past was changed.

Of course, the eight-eyed giant spiders that were tempted by the aroma of barbecue were not counted.

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Weekends are for relaxation.

In Vincent's world, more than 20 days have passed since the last weekend.

It's a rare rest time, so of course you have to relax.

Not long after breakfast, he came to the Pig's Head Bar with his friends.

The cute pets were there, and Astoria was there too.

Compared to the sweet butter beer, they prefer iced cola.

"Gu--" Gugu, who was lying down and drinking Coke with a straw, burped.

Seeing that it looked like it was enjoying itself, Crookshanks also took a sip tentatively.

Maybe he was intoxicated, as he fell down on the bar with a "bang" right after he finished.

Crookshanks shook his head and raised his little paws softly.

It rolled over in front of Vincent with a gurgling sound, and meowed to him and acted coquettishly.

It was just a sip of Coke, but it looked like it had been sucking catnip for a long time.

Hermione was in a bad mood.

The more Crookshanks rubbed against Vincent, the uglier her face became.

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