This Hogwarts is not normal

Pale moonlight fell from the gaps in the branches and leaves, shining on the dark gray head of the werewolf.

The eyes are fierce, the face is slender, the hair is short, and the cheeks are sunken.

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

"Pounding—pounding—"

The werewolf suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth as if expressing excitement.

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

"The Ultimate Fluorescent Flash!"

A strong light that is more dazzling than fluorescent lights shines from the tip of the staff, as if countless thin steel needles are piercing the werewolf's blood-red eyes.

"Woo—" he hissed 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 looking directly at it may have been useless.

After deprivation of vision, the next step 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 tightens, a werewolf can snap it with a wave of his hand.

You need to use a little force for two, three, four, and five?

He whimpered and struggled until the dense chains bound him so that he couldn't move.

Vincent gasped.

It seems that hundreds of thousands of object deformations are performed at the same time, but in fact, dozens of batches are completed.

But even so, the feeling of being exhausted in an instant is still strong.

"Are you okay?" Hermione supported Vincent, who was a little wobbly and unable to maintain the Disillusionment Charm.

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

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

She waved the spell to break the Disillusionment spell, and put his arm around her shoulders.

Without any shyness, Vincent stopped talking several times, until he was helped to sit down next to the nearest tree, but he didn't say anything.

Too close, beyond the category of friends of the opposite sex.

Hermione squatted in front of him, and took out a particularly delicate cube from the small white semi-circular cloth bag she carried with her.

There are 49 grids on each side. 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 strength after exercising."

Vincent took the teacup and smelled it.

An unfamiliar taste, this is a vitality tonic that not only refreshes the mind, but also restores energy quickly.

If anyone couldn't handle the brutal Quidditch training, Wood would bring him a bottle with a bright smile.

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

The potion Hermione brewed was not bitter, and had a particularly fresh jasmine scent.

The formula should not have been changed, but the taste has been slightly adjusted.

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

Hermione put away the little cloth bag, and stared at the tightly tied werewolf with vigilant eyes.

He didn't give up struggling and kept roaring.

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

I ran all the way before, and I could still smell a faint citrus-flavored shampoo.

He didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements, and let her stand up in his arms.

"Aww—" the werewolf howled, as if expressing his inner unwillingness.

Walk into the trap of "weak" prey, and even be controlled by them, no one will watch them leave.

Vincent suddenly lowered his face, "Oops, if the werewolf on the mountain hears this cry..."

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

Be it wolves or humans, most of them live in packs.

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

"Silence!"

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

"Go!" She almost carried Vincent forward.

Facts have proved that the disillusionment spell is not effective in avoiding werewolves.

The fourth grade's odor-eliminating spell can block the spread of smells, and the fifth grade's silent spell can block the sound caused by itself.

But it's a pity that these two spells were not used much, so they didn't learn them in advance.

Vincent walked forward with difficulty, seeing anxiety and uneasiness on Hermione's face.

"Don't worry, the werewolf's tribe is on the mountain, and no matter how loud it is, it's hard to reach it."

She was well aware of the werewolf's keen sense of hearing, and also understood that he was trying to comfort herself.

But she didn't know when she had developed a habit of thinking about everything in the wrong direction, and prepared for the worst based on the existing conditions.

A few minutes after Vincent drank the vitality tonic, 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 cave, and then completely seal the entrance of the cave, and you can safely wait until the time converter cools down.

"Aww—" Several long howls came from behind.

Murphy's law worked, and the worst happened.

Hermione gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.

Vincent's weight is nearly 60 kilograms. Although he has regained a little physical strength, supporting him is not comparable to the usual weight-bearing exercises.

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

Vincent tried his best to stand still and put his right hand on her shoulder hard, but in the end he fell down with her.

Fortunately, the roots are not big, and the fallen leaves buffer part of the gravity.

But even so, Hermione, who was crushed below, still felt that her whole body seemed to be falling apart.

Vincent put his hands on the ground and turned sideways with all his strength.

Panting heavily, he could only force himself to sit up.

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

But she recovered quickly, straightened her waist, and reluctantly pulled up the left leg of her trousers.

The skin of the sprained ankle was blue and red, and there should be broken capillaries in the soft tissue under the skin.

She touched it lightly, and tears rolled in her eyes in pain.

There is no worst, only worse.

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

"You..." The words Vincent was about to blurt out were swallowed back into his stomach after meeting her firm eyes.

"Healed as ever—" Hermione said the incantation in a trembling voice.

With a "click", tears ran across her face.

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

Vincent put Hermione's thin arm in silence.

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

If he was stronger, strong enough to single out 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 enough is enough?

No, not enough, far from enough.

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