This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Bone Healing Spirit and Bone Bone Spirit are both targeted magic potions that specialize in treating bone trauma.

The former allows bones to heal and the latter allows bones to grow back.

Vincent has a broken bone, and he will be fine if he drinks some water to heal his bones.

For example, Draco, who had his entire bone removed by Lockhart last year, was able to use the bone spirit, which was more difficult to prepare.

Hermione took out a few candies from her small white semicircular bag and said, "You should eat some of this first. The bitter taste of Gu Yu Ling will not last long."

She tore open the packaging bag and paused with her little hand in the air.

The atmosphere became awkward again.

Vincent was only seriously injured, not disabled.

Are you a little too concerned?

Just when she was about to put down her little hand, Vincent suddenly opened his mouth and said "ah".

Hermione, whose face was hot, didn't dare to look at him, and threw the candy away in a panic.

"Oh--" It was the first time he was rude to the face.

"Ouch——" It hit my nose for the second time.

"Stop!" Vincent was almost hit in the eye and leaned back, staring in horror at the candy that was about to touch his eyelashes.

The test results showed that there really seemed to be something to him.

Hermione summoned the courage to raise her head and gently handed the candy to his mouth.

Vincent opened his mouth again.

We went out together at night, studied together, defeated Voldemort together, encountered basilisk attacks together, used time turners together...

Tonight, we will follow Umbridge together to investigate the cause of the dementors' abnormality, and even bring down a dozen werewolves together.

It's not that he is sentimental, but if he doesn't even feel a little bit, then his life will be a failure.

"Hermione—"

"Vincent——"

"Ladies first."

Hermione pursed her lips tightly and fiddled with her fingers unconsciously, "Vincent, you still have a lot of wounds scratched by branches..."

She suddenly scratched her hair in annoyance, "If - if it's not dealt with as soon as possible, it's likely to leave scars."

Vincent was not stupid and knew that she was changing the subject.

"That's what I want to say." He used his left hand to hold up his right arm that was hanging down weakly.

"You know how my parents are. If they knew I had scars all over my body at school, I can't even imagine they would send me something."

This is definitely not an exaggeration. It is foreseeable that the Waynes, with his biological son, would give the wizarding world a little Muggle shock.

Hermione hurriedly picked up the universal medicine kit, "It's inconvenient for you to apply the medicine yourself, so let me do it."

After saying that, she pressed down the grid of white moss, poured it into her palm and spread it evenly.

"This..." Vincent lowered his head and looked at the large and small wounds on his body.

He glanced at the mithril suitcase lying quietly nearby and hesitated, "Sorry, I'll trouble you."

While taking off her tattered coat and shirt with one hand, Hermione lowered her head the whole time and didn't dare to look over.

When Vincent's upper body was revealed in front of her, all her attention was focused on the bruised and scabbed wounds.

Hermione's fingertips gently touched a small cut scratched by a branch, "It must be very painful with so many wounds."

"It's okay." Vincent smiled, "Although this is the first fracture, I was often injured when I was learning fighting with my father. ♝♦  ♦♦"

It wasn't like he was forcing a smile, but he did want to make her feel better.

They protected each other, and neither owed the other anything.

Hermione was very gentle when applying the medicine to Vincent, for fear that she might accidentally use too much force and pull the wounds that were about to heal.

Her eyes were extremely focused, even more serious than during class.

After applying the medicine, wrap the bandage.

Vincent lowered his head, looking dumbfounded at the right arm hanging on his chest and tied to a branch.

It's true that it won't leave any scars, but it's bandaged like this...

Hermione circled around him a few times, patched some white moss on his lower back, then untied the straps and re-wrapped them.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if she was satisfied with her work.

Vincent twitched his lips.

If there weren't many wounds on the leg, I'm afraid it would be wrapped up like a mummy.

His new look doesn't look like a serious injury at all, but more like hemiplegia.

Well, upper body.

Forget it, you are nervous about him after all.

But even if his expression could hide it, his eyes still betrayed him in the end.

Hermione blushed and hurriedly packed up the items scattered on the floor.

Vincent, who was idle, raised his left hand and hooked the scissors that his watch turned into.

His physical strength has recovered a lot, and he successfully casts the wandless flying spell.

A gentle touch of the scissors' magic runes transforms it back into its original watch.

At 1:30 in the morning, we will be able to go back safely soon.

Vincent stood up and took a few steps.

Hermione, who was packing her things, quickly came back to help him, "Don't move around, the Bone Healing Spirit doesn't work so quickly."

"..." Vincent seemed to be choked.

He wanted to say it was okay, but Hermione's concern made his heart warm, and he couldn't say anything.

Simple friendship seems to have become complicated.

If it were before tonight, he could be sure that his choice would be to clarify the relationship in a way that would neither cause embarrassment nor damage the friendship between the two parties.

But not anymore.

To be precise, I don’t want to.

"Vincent?" Hermione stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Sorry, I was distracted." Vincent pretended to be nonchalant.

If it were someone else, they would definitely not notice anything.

But the person standing in front of him was Hermione, who knew him inside out, if not everything.

She cooperated tacitly, "Are you worried about the werewolves?"

Vincent nodded a little guilty, "Yes-yes."

After a short silence, Hermione continued to pick up the things on the ground.

Approaching the completely liquid fragments of the mithril robe, they flew back to the worn parts as if they were summoned.

It didn't take much time for the robe to be repaired.

She picked up the suitcase and gently patted off the dust on it.

"Ouch!" A familiar howl suddenly came from the silent surroundings.

Hermione turned back subconsciously.

In the woods behind Vincent, there was a pair of blood-red eyes that brought her fear.

"Watch out behind you!" She ran over with all her strength.

But at the same time, the werewolf leader jumped out of the darkness, like a hunter who had lost his patience, and rushed towards the prey he had been looking for for a long time.

Vincent fell to the side reflexively.

The claws scraped across the neck, splashing a few drops of blood.

The werewolf leader seemed to be stimulated, twisting his body back in a posture that was completely impossible for humans to do.

He stared at Vincent, who was lying on the ground, holding his right arm with a painful expression, with blood-red eyes full of hatred.

The claw that had grown back slowly raised up, as if it would bring death in the next moment.

"Bang!" At this critical moment, Hermione, who finally arrived, raised her suitcase and hit the werewolf leader's back hard.

However, this did not change anything.

The werewolf leader did not even look back.

Despair instantly spread to Hermione's whole body.

She desperately stretched out her hands and hugged the thick arm with open claws tightly.

The werewolf leader shook her several times, but he still couldn't throw her off.

He grinned with his big mouth that was burned and blistered by the fire spell, as if he wanted to change the order.

The stinking saliva dripped on Hermione's pale little face.

"Ah!" Vincent desperately stood up and rushed forward with all his strength.

The werewolf leader staggered and grabbed him in mid-air with his other claw.

It's over, completely over.

"Ah!" Another howl sounded.

A tall and thin figure rushed over quickly and pounced on the werewolf leader's open mouth.

It's him! It's the werewolf of the Screaming Shack!

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