This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The Great Hall,

Vincent, who was sitting at the long table, held his chin up, "I wonder if the four deans will fight."

"Snoring--"

Hermione, who was standing next to him, looked at Hagrid at the next table in silence.

McGonagall must have woken him up before she left, but he had fallen asleep again when the two came.

"I think--"

"Snoring--"

"I think they--"

"Snoring--"

The snoring was getting louder and louder.

Hermione simply shook her head at Vincent.

"Then you say they--"

"Snoring--"

Vincent lay on the table with a defeated look on his face.

He suddenly turned his head and blinked at Hermione.

Hagrid had been a gamekeeper for decades, and he must have dealt with werewolves before. He might know the grudge between Snape and the tall and thin werewolf.

Hermione cleared her throat and shouted loudly with Vincent:

"Oh no! Professor McGonagall and the others are back!"

Hagrid fell off his chair with a "winter".

He sat up in a hurry, "I wasn't asleep! I just slipped accidentally!"

He looked around the hall suspiciously until he saw Vincent and Hermione at the next table.

"Uh-you guys?"

Hagrid suddenly slapped his forehead, "I remember, Professor McGonagall said you guys were in trouble, she told me to keep an eye on you and not let you run around.

Vincent blinked his big eyes at Hermione.

See, there's no need to be polite.

Just talking a little about what happened that night, Hagrid has already said everything he knows.

"Did you really beat Warwick? He was as tall as me after he transformed. "

The name of the werewolf leader is Warwick, a rare hybrid of a werewolf and a wizard.

His physical fitness is far superior to that of a pure-blooded werewolf, and after transformation, he can even compete with the half-giant Hagrid.

But if it is just a competition of strength, there is no doubt that Hagrid wins.

The werewolf's talents are recovery and agility, while the giant has full health and defense.

Besides, the full moon night only comes once a month, no matter how crazy you lose, you can only end up in a tie.

"What!" Hagrid widened his eyes, "Did Warwick really lose his mind?"

Vincent pointed to a small cut on the left side of his neck that never healed, "This is the proof, it's not healed yet. "

The werewolf's saliva is poisonous, and so are its claws.

Although it cannot infect others, it can leave scars that can never heal.

Hagrid came over to take a closer look, and his face became more and more shocked.

As long as the bleeding wound is touched by saliva, it will be infected with lycanthropy and turn into a werewolf.

In comparison, the claws that lose their toxicity instantly when they leave the body are not worth mentioning at all.

And Vincent and Hermione defeated one... No, they defeated two insane werewolves, and only left an inconspicuous scar?

But think about it carefully, he raised a palm-sized eight-eyed giant spider in the third grade, and now it has grown as tall as him.♦♗  ♦♦

"You are worthy of being our Gryffindor students!" Hagrid smiled and gave a thumbs up.

Then he patted Vincent and Hermione on the shoulders with his big hands, "And last year's Jomgand, you will all be great wizards in the future! "

The force was a bit too strong, and he was almost knocked off the chair.

After the werewolf leader Warwick, it was the turn of the werewolves in the Shrieking Shack.

"Running away with red eyes, tall and thin?" Hagrid recalled for a long time with a gloomy face.

He suddenly shook his head, "I haven't seen that werewolf, at least not in their tribe."

"Is that so..." Vincent was a little frustrated.

If even Hagrid didn't know him, only Dumbledore might know.

It's a pity that he went out and hasn't come back yet, and he probably won't tell me even if he asked.

Vincent looked at Hermione and found that she was staring at him.

To be precise, she was staring at the scar on his neck.

Hermione suddenly reached out and lifted the collar of his shirt slightly.

"It can barely cover it. If you change to a high-collared one, it should be able to cover it all. "

She met Vincent's eyes and sat back with a red face.

Hagrid looked left and right, not understanding why they were both a little shy.

"Gurgle--" Hermione suddenly lowered her head.

"Gurgle--" Vincent's stomach also growled.

"Are you hungry?"

They both nodded at the same time.

Hagrid grinned, "What's there to be embarrassed about? I'll go to the kitchen and prepare food for you."

After that, he strode out of the hall.

"Wait..." Vincent lowered his hand that was stretched in the air.

It took him so long to react. He really cared about Hermione's behavior just now.

The two remained silent.

Friends get along casually, and their current relationship is already a little ambiguous.

If it develops further...

Vincent secretly looked over and found that Hermione was also secretly looking at him.

But this time, neither of them dodged or dodged when looking at each other, as if they were expressing something.

"Sorry for the wait! "At this critical moment, Hagrid came back with two big bowls.

The two of them sat down quickly and pretended that nothing had happened.

Hagrid put the bowls in front of them, "I asked Dobby and Papa, and they said you often eat this."

The color is bright, red and yellow, it is tomato and egg noodles.

Vincent and Hermione looked at each other, and then quickly picked up their forks.

The taste was the same, but they were both a little absent-minded when eating.

Hagrid was puzzled, "Not in your appetite?"

The two shook their heads and ate in big mouthfuls.

The amount of noodles was the same as before, and they were all finished soon.

Not long after they put down the bowl, the professors also came back from the Forbidden Forest.

With them came the tall and thin werewolf who was unconscious and wrapped in bandages.

The bandages were so dense and round that it seemed to strangle someone to death.

Snape snorted at Vincent and went back without saying a word.

McGonagall came over, "Hagrid, can you take him to the school hospital?"

Hagrid glanced at the tall and thin werewolf lying on the wooden bed, "No problem, I'll take care of it."

The three professors looked extremely serious and sat opposite Vincent and Hermione.

They were already a little nervous, and now they were even more nervous.

"Mr. Wayne, Miss Granger, I hope you can keep what happened tonight a secret."

After McGonagall finished speaking, the two nodded obediently.

"As for your leaving the school without permission, Professor Dumbledore needs to come back and make a decision."

Under normal circumstances, points would definitely be deducted on the spot.

But for some reason, the three professors didn't seem to intend to pursue it.

It didn't seem like they were shielding Vincent and Hermione, but more like they were pretending nothing had happened.

Vincent asked tentatively: "Professor, did you stop Professor Snape in time?"

"No." McGonagall hesitated for a moment, "Professor Snape didn't hurt the werewolf, but bandaged his wound."

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of the chest, everyone would think that the werewolf was dead.

Would Snape be so kind-hearted?

Even if he didn't kill him, he must have done something other than bandaging during this time alone.

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