This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The pale moonlight fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves, shining on the werewolf's dark gray head.

Fierce eyes, slender face, short hair, sunken cheeks.

Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth onto the black spikes, and the stench became stronger as the distance shortened.

"Boom-Boom-Boom-"

The werewolf suddenly opened his eyes, and his mouth opened as if to express the extent of excitement.

Almost at the same time, Vincent, who finally found the right opportunity, closed his eyes and quickly stretched out his wand.

"Ultimate fluorescent flash!"

A bright light that was more dazzling than the fluorescent flash lit up from the tip of the wand, as if countless thin steel needles were piercing the werewolf's blood-red eyes.

"Woo--" He screamed in pain, fell on the spikes, covered his eyes with his hands and pushed back.

The strong light can be seen through the eyelids, and the eyes that look directly at it are probably useless.

After depriving vision, the next thing is the ability to move.

The alder wand was stuck in the soil, and the black spikes on the ground turned into rings, strung together to form chains.

When a chain was tightened, the werewolf could tear it apart with a wave of his hand.

Two chains required a little more force, and three, four, and five chains?

He struggled continuously with a hissing sound until the dense chains bound him and made him unable to move.

Vincent gasped.

It seemed that hundreds or thousands of objects were transformed at the same time, but in fact they were completed in dozens of batches.

But even so, the feeling of being drained away in an instant was still strong.

"Are you okay?" Hermione supported Vincent, who was a little shaky and could no longer maintain the Disillusionment Spell.

"It's okay, at least I didn't faint."

If you are in the mood to joke, it shouldn't be a big problem.

She waved the spell to remove the Disillusionment Spell and put his arm on her shoulder.

Without any reservation, Vincent hesitated several times, and did not say anything until he was helped to sit down next to the nearest tree.

Too close, beyond the scope of opposite-sex friends.

Hermione half-knelt in front of him and took out a particularly exquisite cube from the white semicircular cloth bag she carried with her.

Each side has 49 grids. This is a high-end universal medicine box that cannot be mass-produced.

She poured the light blue potion into the teacup, "I usually drink this to restore my physical strength after exercise."

Vincent took the teacup and smelled it.

The smell couldn't be more familiar. This is a vitality tonic that can not only refresh the mind, but also quickly restore energy.

If anyone can't stand the cruel Quidditch training, Wood will give him a bottle with a bright smile.

The effect is outstanding, and it only takes 15 minutes to return to the peak.

The potion brewed by Hermione is not bitter, and there is a particularly fresh jasmine smell. ơɱ

The recipe should not have been changed, just the taste was slightly adjusted.

Vincent handed back the empty teacup and gently moved his wrist, "Thank you, I feel much better."

Hermione put away the small cloth bag and stared at the tightly tied werewolf with vigilance.

He did not give up struggling and kept roaring.

"It's not safe here." As soon as Vincent put his hand on the tree trunk, Hermione pulled him against her shoulder.

He could still smell the faint citrus shampoo when he ran all the way here.

He didn't dare to make any extra movements and let her hold him up and stand up.

"Awoo--" The werewolf howled, as if venting his inner unwillingness.

Walking into the trap of "weak" prey, or even being controlled by them, no one would watch them leave.

Vincent suddenly sank his face, "Oh no, if the werewolves on the mountain hear this cry..."

He didn't continue, but Hermione already knew what he wanted to say.

Whether it's wolves or humans, most of them are social animals.

She released her right hand and quickly pointed her wand at the werewolf.

"Silence!"

The translucent spell accurately hit the ferocious mouth that was still howling.

"Go!" She almost carried Vincent forward.

It turns out that the Disillusionment Charm cannot effectively avoid werewolves.

The fourth-year Smell Elimination Charm can block the spread of odors, and the fifth-year Silence Charm can isolate the sound caused by itself.

But unfortunately, these two spells were not learned in advance because they were not used much.

Vincent moved forward with difficulty, and saw anxiety and uneasiness on Hermione's face.

"Don't worry, the werewolf tribe is on the mountain, and it's hard to hear it even if it's loud."

She knew the werewolf's keen hearing, and she also understood that he was comforting herself.

But she didn't know since when, she had developed the habit of thinking about everything in a bad direction, and making the worst plan based on the existing conditions.

Vincent had just drunk the vitality tonic a few minutes ago. If the werewolf's howl was heard by his companions, they might have chased him before he recovered.

Find a closed place to hide as soon as possible, preferably a cave or a hole in the ground, and then seal the entrance completely, so that you can wait safely until the time converter cools down.

"Awoo--" Several long howls came from behind.

Murphy's Law worked, and the worst situation really happened.

Hermione gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.

Vincent weighed nearly 60 kilograms. Although he had recovered a little bit of his strength, supporting him was not comparable to the usual weight-bearing exercise.

"Ah!" She accidentally tripped over a tree root lying on the ground.

Vincent tried to stand as steady as possible, and put his right hand on her shoulder to exert force, but he still fell with her in the end.

Fortunately, the tree roots were not big, and the fallen leaves buffered some of the gravity.

But even so, Hermione, who was pressed underneath, still felt as if her bones were falling apart.

Vincent supported the ground with both hands and turned to the side with all his strength.

He gasped for breath and could only barely sit up.

"I'm fine." Hermione also sat up, and the pain from her left ankle made her curl up instinctively.

But she recovered quickly, straightened her waist, and pulled up her left trouser leg with pain.

The skin of the sprained ankle was blue and red, and the capillaries in the soft tissue under the skin should have ruptured.

She touched it lightly, and tears welled up in her eyes due to the pain.

There is no worst, only worse.

Hermione gritted her teeth and aimed the wand at the ankle joint.

"You..." Vincent was about to blurt out the words, but he swallowed them back into his stomach after meeting her determined eyes.

"Healed as before -" Hermione chanted the spell in a trembling voice.

"Ka" sound, tears streaked across her face.

The potion can relieve the pain, but the current situation does not allow every second to be wasted.

Vincent silently put his arm around Hermione's thin arm.

He tightly grasped the alder wand in his hand, and was pulled up by her without saying a word.

If he was stronger, strong enough to fight the werewolf head-on, then things would not develop into what they are now.

Obviously there is almost unlimited time, why not use it to improve your strength?

Because it is enough?

No, it is not enough, far from enough.

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