This Hogwarts isn't normal.

One coincidence may really be a coincidence, but so many coincidences are entangled together that it can no longer be called a coincidence.

Dumbledore would certainly be well prepared to hire a werewolf as a professor.

So Snape, who had a grudge against Lupine, reluctantly brewed the Wolfsbane potion.

Then, losing his mind was not due to an accident, but because as a potion master, he deliberately reduced the effectiveness of the wolfsbane potion.

But the real surprise came.

No wonder they didn't pursue the matter of escaping from the castle. No wonder they were even willing to hand over the magical potion at the bottom of the box.

It turns out that the mastermind behind everything is Snape, the shameless man.

Hermione suddenly stopped in front of the door of the auditorium, "But Professor Lupine doesn't seem like a person who can lie. Since he demolished Snape's office, why didn't he admit it just now?"

Vincent put his hand on the door, "He must have lost his mind when he demolished it. Strictly speaking, it cannot be counted as his doing."

Putting that lake on the wall and then spreading it evenly, is this something a human being with a normal mental state can do?

Therefore, if there was not something wrong with Snape's potion, they would not have fought with a large group of werewolves last night.

And without Lupine holding on to the werewolf leader, he would have been infected and turned into a werewolf even if he wasn't torn apart.

Hermione nodded in agreement.

Lupine is a werewolf and a wizard. It can be seen from his ragged clothes that he is not living a good life.

It's not like pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, but more like choosing to live alone in a deserted place in order not to actively harm others.

He's a good professor and a good werewolf.

The real culprit was Snape, who was responsible for brewing the potion.

Just want to send them away with two bottles of magic potion?

By the end of the school year, everything in the Batcave has returned, and a complete "Operation Three Lights" is inevitable.

With an increasingly strong desire for revenge, Vincent gnashed his teeth and finished the breakfast.

Afterwards, he went to the Owl Court activity room on the fifth floor and dealt with several large sandbags.

Hermione in the audience pursed her lips so tightly that Daphne next to her thought they were quarreling.

"Did he know? Or did you tell him?"

Hermione blushed quickly and nodded, then shook her head.

Daphne felt a little confused.

Already know, but haven't shown any relationship?

this……

While the two little witches were whispering, Vincent soon knocked down a sandbag.

Daphne, who roughly understood, didn't know what to say.

She has never been in love, so she can't figure out what kind of relationship the two have.

Close friends of the opposite sex?

Good brother?

Good bestie?

So Vincent in the ring was worried about how to face Hermione?

"No, he and I are angry about another thing."

Under Daphne's questioning, Hermione didn't reveal even half a word.

“All I can say is that we promised to keep it a secret, and we really can’t say anything more.

There was another loud "Peng" sound, and Vincent knocked down the second sandbag.

Daphne's mind became even more confused.

It wasn't that she was curious about the secret that couldn't be told, but she always felt that they were both deliberately avoiding something.

Vincent rarely showed his emotional side. The last time they were blocked by Byron's gang of black swans on their way to the Forbidden Forest.

Hermione was even better at hiding her worries. She didn't even show it when she was ostracized by her classmates when she first entered school. If Vincent hadn't taken her on a night out later, she probably wouldn't be able to open her heart to anyone now.

Daphne suddenly stared at her blankly, "Could it be at that time..."

"When?"

"It's you..."

With a "Peng" sound, the third sandbag also came down.

Hermione blushed and looked back at the ring, "I don't know, I changed a lot about him at that time, maybe I still have a good impression of him."

Daphne finally understood.

Each of them hides their thoughts better than the other, and neither of them is willing to take the first step.

Hermione is a girl, so it's normal to be shy.

Vincent probably didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two, so he pretended not to know when he knew.

"Alas -" Daphne sighed quietly, "Are you really not prepared to do something on your own initiative?"

Hermione was stunned by the question.

She and Vincent both have personalities that prefer reason over emotion, so the ambiguity is expected to last for a long, long time.

But what she had to admit was that she was undoubtedly a complete failure in attracting the opposite sex.

Vincent is handsome, tall and strong, with a very charismatic personality and a lot of dazzling halos on his head.

Of course Hermione is also very good, but in comparison...

Daphne noticed that her eyes were beginning to shrink, so she very suddenly reached out and held her shoulders.

"Hermione, actually you don't need to feel inferior at all, Vincent is not a superficial person.

There are many good-looking girls in the world, but they may not all have your mind. Even if they are as smart as you, there is no way they can help him with everything. "

No matter how beautiful the vase is, it can only silently protect the other person from behind.

Hermione regained her confidence and her eyes became firm, "Then what should I do? Go and tell him clearly?"

"No." Daphne glanced at the arena.

He almost knocked down all the sandbags, but he still looked very angry.

"What you have to do is not try to catch up with his back, but really stand side by side with him."

Hermione nodded seriously.

For this goal, it is certain that she will be busy.

On Monday,

After three classes at the same time, Hermione walked to the Transfiguration classroom while reading a book.

She was reading "Advanced Potion Making", a textbook that will only be learned in the sixth and seventh grades.

Perhaps the content was too obscure and difficult to understand, and she didn't relax her frown until McGonagall walked into the classroom.

In the first half of the class, she raised her hand to answer questions as usual to win house points, and in the second half of the class, she won house points with excellent performance in free practice.

Many students found that she had changed, and seemed to have become much more confident.

McGonagall on the podium nodded secretly.

After what happened the night before, it seems that Hermione has grown up.

Vincent can't see it for the time being, but he thinks he should be the same as her.

In fact, Neville was the only one in the whole classroom who knew that he was not concentrating in class, and even took notes that looked like some doodles.

But they were all very complicated, the kind that made you dizzy just by looking at them.

The bell rang, and Vincent closed his notebook.

After McGonagall announced the end of get out of class, he was the first to take his textbook and walk out of the classroom.

The next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and if nothing unexpected happened, it would be another practical class.

The little lions walked into the classroom with full expectations, but they were all petrified the next moment.

The professor standing on the podium was not Lupin, but Snape, who seemed to be in a good mood with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

He tapped the table with his fingers and glanced at the little lions.

Except for two people who quickly calmed down, the others had their own doubts.

Oh - Potter and Weiss are not here, it's great.

Vincent pulled up the collar of his shirt, "Professor Snape, what are you doing?"

"Lupin asked for leave." Snape squinted and glanced at the scar on his neck.

"He said he was not feeling well today, so he sincerely entrusted me to teach you."

"What -" Seamus quickly covered his mouth.

The feeling of looking forward to something so much but then being disappointed is really too painful.

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