This Hogwarts is not normal

The Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts is very large, and the connection path is very close to the high mountain on the edge.

"Aww—" the howl of wolves came from the mountain one after another.

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

Vincent had a bitter face, "I feel that I have been favored by the god of misfortune."

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

"Yes." Vincent looked up at the mountain in front of him, remembering the time when he rode Reeves to meet them.

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

It would be great if he could go to the werewolf tribe with the horse people in advance, at least for now, he would not have to worry about uncertain factors other than Sirius.

Running back to the castle?

No, the lost Sirius is one threat, and the sentient werewolves are another.

Cast a coming spell to summon a rogue rabbit and fly back to the castle on a broomstick?

It still doesn't work, and the position will be exposed if you don't ride it.

After much deliberation, only the Time Turner is the safest.

But under the noses of the werewolves...

"Let's get out of here quietly first."

Hermione was led slowly forward by him.

"Pay attention to your step, Sirius will appear at any time."

The atmosphere became tense.

Even under the cover of the illusion spell, as long as there is any trouble around them, they will stop to confirm their safety before moving on.

I don't know who was so nervous that the palms were sweating, and the two of them felt sticky holding hands together.

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

"Swish -" the sound of leaves swaying sounded again.

The same as the countless times before, the leaves this time were also blown by the wind.

"Crack-"

Before Vincent could breathe a sigh of relief, there was the faint sound of a branch breaking in his ears.

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

Under the pale moonlight, the Forbidden Forest is perilous.

The bleak wind sounded like thunder, making their hearts beat violently.

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

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

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

The voice is hurried, as if running.

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

Not Sirius or a werewolf, just a Muttra rat who seems to have lost his way.

"Huh—" she relaxed and whispered something in Vincent's ear.

Hagrid was too irresponsible to lose important live teaching aids.

Once the crisis is over, you can move on.

"Zhizhi——" After walking a few steps, the Motra came back again.

The tentacles on its back stood up, and its cry was filled with panic, as it flew past in front of its eyes as if fleeing.

"Wow——" the wolf's roar answered the doubts in the hearts of the two of them.

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

A werewolf came down, could it be discovered?

Vincent and Hermione's heartbeat quickened, and they stood still and did not dare to move.

Werewolf is actually a magical disease, a contagious disease called lycanthropy.

Spread through saliva and blood, like Muggle AIDS, the disease can be controlled but irreversible.

The werewolves in the Forbidden Forest are almost all purebred or mixed blood who can maintain their sanity after transformation, and logically they would not come down on a full moon night.

The worst happened.

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

"Swish - thump -"

The sound of leaves swaying one after another is okay, the key is that the sound is getting clearer and clearer, as if falling on a thick tree trunk.

Perhaps it was because of the Muttra, the werewolf was fast approaching here.

The Illusion Charm cannot block the smell. If you are unlucky and you are discovered, you can only pray that the other party can have a friendly communication.

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

Hermione's body was shaking, and Vincent had to hold her little hand tightly.

Although she couldn't see the expression on his face, Hermione knew he had prepared for the worst.

She felt an inexplicable sense of familiar reassurance.

When attacked by the basilisk, when Byron was beaten violently.

Is this what it feels like to be protected?

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

The werewolf hopped over one thick tree trunk after another before landing on the ground about 50 feet away from the pair.

Although there is only a blurred back, he vaguely appears to be in a half-prone posture, clearly using his sensitive nose to sniff around and hunt down the prey that attracted him.

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

The weird blood red shrouded in darkness is very similar to Sirius who is suspected of being magically transformed.

Azkaban prison breakers are werewolves?

No, the answer I just pieced together was wrong.

The screaming of pain in the screaming shack is brought about by the transformation, and the attack is not intended to hurt others.

As for why they left the group and hid...

The werewolf suddenly jumped over.

Vincent quickly held his breath, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

As the other party got closer, this idea became stronger and stronger.

No matter how weak the breath and heartbeat are, there are still smells that are much more complex than nature.

The blood-red eyes were very close, and he could already feel the fiery breath from the werewolf.

Although invisible, the werewolf just knew there was something in front of him.

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

One, two, three...

From a distance, he looks very thin, but his sharp claws give people the feeling that they can tear apart steel plates.

Constantly getting closer and further away, it doesn't look like they can communicate well.

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

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

It's not the bloody smell as imagined, but a stench worse than not brushing your teeth for half a year.

Gradually, he seemed to be impatient, and the frequency of waving his paws became faster and faster, and his posture became more and more irritable.

The blowing breeze stirred Vincent's hair, and the invisible alder wand quietly aimed at the ground under his feet.

Since there is no way to communicate, it can only "reasonable".

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

The werewolf didn't seem to notice it, and continued to tear open the surrounding air indiscriminately.

Under Vincent's expectation, he stepped on the spike trap as expected.

The werewolf didn't wave his paw again.

He got down on the ground as if he couldn't feel the pain, and sniffed the spikes turned from fallen leaves with his nose.

"Aww—" he screamed, closing his blood-red eyes, as if he was listening carefully.

Perhaps out of the instinct of the beast, he crawled along the spike.

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