This Hogwarts is not normal

5 hours passed quickly.the

The second time the Time-Turner was activated, Vincent led Hermione up a hill leading to a cave.

If I remember correctly, there is a lair of an acromantula inside.

As he said, even at the door of the house, these big cuties did not come out to disturb.

"How on earth did you come to an agreement with them?"

Vincent raised his right hand and made a fist.

Hermione twitched, feeling like she was asking an idiotic question.

Not to mention the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, she thought that all the lairs had been rattled more than once.the

"Hagrid will be very sad if he finds out."

"He actually knows." Vincent made a gesture of drawing his sword and slashing at the air,

"Do you remember when I gained the friendship of the horse people in the first grade?

At that time, I also made a bet with Hagrid in their tribe, on the condition that they would not favor the heirs of Aragog. "

There were not many small animals released into the Forbidden Forest the year before last, and if Jorm Gand did not exist, the adult acromantids would have eaten them all.

This was the first time Hermione had heard of it.

Compared with the centaur in shooting and swordsmanship with Hag, only Vincent dared.the

"Wow——" There was a small wolf howl in the distance.

Vincent raised his head, "Today is a full moon, so it must be a werewolf on a high mountain on the edge of the Forbidden Forest."

Hermione listened, and could hear more howling.

Soon, the surroundings became quiet again.

Pure-blooded werewolves or not, they transform once the full moon is full.

The hybrid werewolves can still maintain some sanity, but those who are infected are hard to say.

The werewolves who can live on the high mountains of Hogwarts are good werewolves who will not take the initiative to attack.the

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

"There is no such plan at the moment."

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

Inside are some simple spells like laundry and cooking spells, 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 started to feel sleepy.

"Go to sleep first, I will call you if you don't wake up."

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

My eyelids were fighting, I set the alarm clock, went to bed and fell asleep.

Vincent outside yawned, drank a bottle of Buffy Brain Refreshing Potion, and continued to arrange the magic runes.

The speed of repair has caught up with the speed of loss, but he has not given up on finding the optimal solution.

There is a lot of time, and we cannot achieve true perfection, but we must try our best to achieve the best.

"Ring-ring--"

He put down his wand and pressed the alarm clock, and stretched his hands.the

After almost 30 hours of simmering, the effect of Buffy Brain Refreshing Potion will only become weaker and weaker.

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

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

Vincent lifted the tent with one hand, only to see a raised quilt.

He walked forward with black lines all over his face, put his hands on the quilt and counted down loudly.

"Three! Two! One!"

With a sound of "shua", the entire quilt was thrown into the air.the

Hermione, who was in a drowsy sleep, opened her eyes and saw Vincent's half-smiling face.

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

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

Hermione lowered her head and straightened her messy hair,

"It's true, it would be great if you don't suddenly lift the quilt next time."

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

Although she is a good friend, she is a girl after all.the

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

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

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

As he fell asleep, he could vaguely smell a fragrance.

It's amazing, the smell of barbecue.

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

Walking out of the tent, it turned out that Hermione was grilling.the

The first few times I just ate small snacks, but now I am really hungry.

"Are you awake? Rinse your mouth and come over to eat."

Vincent took the mouthwash she handed over, "It's well prepared, even the barbecue grill and sauce."

It doesn't look like much from the outside, but she's really improved from the ones baked at last year's birthday party.

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

A little burnt, but the taste is okay.

He gave a thumbs up, "It's delicious!"

With a big smile on her face, Hermione turned and continued to brush the barbecue.

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

She always remembers a sentence:

[Food cooked with magic throughout the process is like an industrialized assembly line product, they have no soul——]

Cooking is an art, not eating for the sake of eating.

Even if the hands are freed by magic, the pursuit of delicious food remains the same.

After eating a barbecue until dawn, Vincent certainly had his hands full.the

Hermione stared blankly as he took control of the grill as he pleased.

The extra two and a half months really passed as expected.

No matter how difficult the research was, he did not treat himself badly.

Hermione has actually been very envious of such a mentality since a long time ago.

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

She ate Vincent's barbecue and tasted something different.

"Do you want to continue?"

"of course."

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

The last time I used the time switcher to go back to 5 hours ago, both of them went back to the dormitory to rest.

The whole process was not discovered by others, and nothing in the past was changed.

Of course, the giant arachnids who are spoiled by the aroma of barbecue are not counted.

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Weekends are for relaxing.

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

Rare rest time, of course, to relax.

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

The cute pets are here, and so is Astoria.

They prefer Coke on ice to butterbeer.

"Goo—" Gugu, who was lying down and drinking Coke through a straw, burped.the

Seeing the look of enjoyment on its face, Crookshanks also took a tentative sip.

Maybe it was on the top, just after inhaling it, it fell down on the bar with a "snap".

Crookshanks shook his head and limply raised his little paw.

It gurgled and rolled in front of Vincent, and acted like a baby to him with a "meow".

It's just a sip of Coke, it looks like you've been smoking catnip for a long time.

Hermione was in a bad mood.

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

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