This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts is very large, and the place where the path connects is very close to the high mountains on the edge. ♙♕  ♦♦

"Awoo——" wolf howls came from the mountain one after another.

Tonight is the night of the full moon, the night when the werewolves transform.

Vincent had a bitter face, "I feel like I've been taken away by the God of Doom."

Hermione held his little hand tightly, "Don't scare yourself, didn't you say that the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest are not aggressive?"

"Yes." Vincent looked up at the high mountain in front of him, and remembered the time when he met them on Reeves before.

We greeted each other, so it should be considered friendly, right?

It would be nice if we could go to the werewolf tribe with the centaurs in advance, at least now we don't have to worry about the uncertainties other than Sirius.

Run back to the castle?

No, the missing Sirius is a threat, and the werewolves with sensitive senses are another threat.

Cast the flying spell to summon the rogue rabbit, and then ride a broom to fly back to the castle?

Still no, if you don't ride it, you will expose your position.

After thinking about it, only the time converter is the safest.

But under the eyes of the werewolves...

"Let's leave here quietly first."

Hermione was led by him and walked slowly forward.

"Watch your feet, Sirius will appear at any time."

The atmosphere became tense.

Even under the cover of the Disillusionment Charm, as long as there is any movement around, they will stop to confirm safety before moving forward.

I don't know whose palms are sweating with nervousness, both of them feel that their hands are sticky when they hold hands together.

Maybe Vincent's, or Hermione's, more likely they both have.

"Shua shua——" The sound of leaves swaying sounded again.

Just like the countless times encountered before, this time the leaves were also blown by the wind.

"Kacha——"

Before Vincent could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the faint sound of branches breaking.

Hermione felt the strength of his holding her, and tacitly stood back to back with him.

Under the pale moonlight, the Forbidden Forest was full of dangers.

The bleak sound of the wind was like thunder, making the hearts of the two people beat violently.

A dark shadow flashed from the corner of Hermione's eyes and disappeared into the dark and deep huge forest.

The sweat on Vincent's forehead ran across the tip of his nose and dripped onto the withered yellow leaves at his feet.

"Chacha--" Something stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground.

The sound was rapid, as if running.

Another dark shadow flashed by, and Hermione saw it clearly this time.

It was not Sirius or a werewolf, but just a Mortla rat that seemed to be lost.

"Huh--" She relaxed and whispered in Vincent's ear.

Hagrid was too irresponsible to lose an important living teaching aid.

The crisis was resolved and we could move on.

"Squeak--" After walking a few steps, the Mortla rat just now ran back again.

The tentacles on its back stood up, and the cry was filled with fear, as if it was running away.

"Awoo--" The wolf's howl answered the doubts in the two people's hearts.

This is a dangerous signal, because the cry is very loud, it can be determined that it is not coming from the high mountains behind.

A werewolf is coming down, has it been discovered?

Vincent and Hermione's heartbeats quickened, and they stood there and dared not move.

Werewolves are actually a magical disease, an infectious disease called "Lycosis".

It is transmitted through saliva and blood, just like Muggle AIDS, the disease can be controlled but is irreversible.

The werewolves in the Forbidden Forest are almost all purebreds or half-bloods who can maintain their sanity after transformation. Logically, they will not come down on a full moon night.

The worst situation has happened.

Werewolves have strong physical strength, excellent eyesight, sharp hearing, strong sense of smell, hard hair, sharp claws...

"Shua shua--winter--"

The sound of the leaves swaying continuously is fine, the key is the sound that is getting clearer and clearer, as if falling on a thick tree trunk.

Perhaps because of the Mortra rat, the werewolf is approaching here quickly.

The Disillusionment Charm cannot isolate the smell. If you are unlucky and are discovered, you can only pray that the other party can communicate in a friendly manner.

Every second is torture, and time passes very, very slowly.

Hermione's body is shaking, and Vincent has to hold her little hand tightly.

Although she can't see the expression on his face, Hermione knows that he has made the worst plan.

She inexplicably felt a familiar sense of security.

When the basilisk attacked, when Byron was beaten violently.

Is this the feeling of being protected?

She held Vincent's big hand in reverse, no longer afraid of the approaching black shadow in the distance.

The werewolf jumped over one thick tree trunk after another, and finally landed on the ground about 50 feet away from the two.

Although there was only a vague back view, he seemed to be half-lying, and he was clearly using his sensitive nose to sniff around and chase the prey that attracted him.

But the moment he turned around, he revealed a pair of extremely impressive eyes.

The strange blood-red color shrouded in darkness was very similar to Sirius, who seemed to have been transformed by magic.

Is the prison escapee in Azkaban a werewolf?

No, the answer I just pieced together is wrong.

The painful screams in the Shrieking Shack were caused by the transformation, and he did not attack because he did not want to hurt others.

As for why he left the tribe and hid...

The werewolf suddenly jumped over.

Vincent quickly held his breath, with only one thought in his mind.

As the other party approached, this thought became stronger and stronger.

Breathing and heartbeats exist no matter how weak they are, not to mention the smell that is much more complex than nature.

The blood-red eyes were very close, and he could already feel the hot breath exhaled by the werewolf.

Although he couldn't see it, the werewolf knew that there was something in front of him.

He raised his slender arms like bamboo poles and waved his claws around casually.

Once, twice, three times...

He looked very thin from a distance, but his claws gave people a feeling that he could tear steel plates.

Constantly approaching and moving away, it didn't look like he could communicate well at all.

The werewolf opened his fierce big mouth, revealing two rows of sharp fangs.

Perhaps the "new prey" was too tempting, and he secreted a lot of saliva.

It was not the bloody smell as imagined, but a more foul smell than not brushing teeth for half a year.

Gradually, he seemed to be impatient, waving his claws faster and faster, and his posture became more and more irritable.

The breeze blew Vincent's hair, and the invisible alder wand quietly pointed at the ground under his feet.

Since there was no way to communicate, he could only "reason".

The withered yellow leaves stood up one by one, turning into long black spikes.

The werewolf didn't seem to notice, and continued to tear the air around him randomly.

As Vincent expected, he really stepped on the spike trap.

The werewolf didn't wave his claws again.

He lay down as if he didn't feel the pain, and sniffed the long spikes that turned from fallen leaves with his nose.

"Awoo--" He howled, closed his blood-red eyes, and seemed to be listening carefully to something.

Perhaps out of the instinct of a beast, he crawled along the long spikes.

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