But no matter how scary it was, there was still nothing he could do against Vincent.
Probably realizing this, they suddenly stopped rotating, and the black holes with their big faces closed around the train.
The process of searching for Sirius was the same as before.
"ah--"
Amidst the sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the car, Draco's scream could be faintly heard.
Then, the patron saint Suanni appeared.
They were beaten so hard that their bodies were bruised and bruised.
Vincent felt no emotion in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.
It feels amazing to re-see the past from a different perspective.
Unlike the memory of the Pensieve, this is the real world.
Now I can still suppress the thought of changing the past, if something unexpected happens...
Vincent stood up, shook his head and chuckled very self-deprecatingly.
In the distance is Hogsmeade Station, it's time to get out of the way.
Before the train had completely stopped, he had already apparated into the small cave in the village.
The light from the tip of the staff dispelled the darkness.
It's raining heavily today, so of course my old friend Mr. Bock is not here.
The small cave is actually quite big, just perfect for killing time.
Compared with the outside which is frequently cleaned, the environment inside is very natural.
There wasn't much dust, but the number of spider webs and small creatures was far beyond imagination.
Each of them was shyer than the other, and they hid deeper when they saw Vincent.
There is no point in dimming the light on the tip of the stick a little. After all, it is a little creature that likes darkness and moisture.
"Ta-ta--" Rapid footsteps sounded from outside.
It's raining so hard and you still come here. I guess you have an appointment with some client.
The school robe becomes loose and slightly stretches the body shape.
Vincent, who was dressed in black robes, put on his hood and walked back with his wand raised.
But after arriving at the place, the person who came into the cave was not Mr. Bock at all, but a big black dog.
The frame is about the same size as that of an adult, but the body is so thin that the ribs can be seen.
The big black dog's eyes are very alert.
Vincent noticed that it was leaning to the left.
Looking down, it turned out that the left front leg was injured.
He squatted down and tried to reduce his threat.
But his experience with big dogs failed.
The big black dog bared its teeth, as if it was about to rush over and attack at any moment.
It's raining outside, and it's injured again. It seems unwilling to leave here.
Vincent reached into his robe.
The leftover biscuits that Gugu ate were soggy, but they can be restored using magic.
He cautiously approached little by little, placed a few biscuits a few meters away, and then slowly backed away.
"Ouch -" the big black dog roared in a low voice, as if it was issuing a warning.
When ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, it is best to stay away as soon as possible.
But Vincent is a wizard, and he is still a wizard who is worried about how to kill his time.
She has a big frame, but she is so thin that her ribs can be seen. She must have been bullied a lot.
You have to be patient when dealing with such a big dog.
A man and a dog were facing each other like this.
The big black dog became more and more fierce, and even reluctantly straightened up its front legs and roared loudly.
Vincent stared directly at it from under his hood.
He has expressed the utmost kindness, but it seems that he has been bullied badly and is unwilling to trust strangers at all.
"Well..." He suddenly lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his body.
This is Hogsmeade, and anyone who can bully such a big black dog would definitely not be a Muggle.
It should be a wizard, or a wizard in black robes.
The tip of the alder stick points toward the chest, and the hood and black robe transform back into school uniforms.
The height is also shrinking, returning to its original appearance.
The big black dog stopped roaring and bent its two front legs as if it was frightened, half lying on the ground.
Vincent guessed correctly.
Snape's gloomy image was indeed unpopular everywhere.
"You must be very hungry, right?"
He pointed to the biscuits on the ground, "Eat it, it's low in oil and salt."
The big black dog raised its injured left front paw and took a cautious step forward.
His expression was still fierce, but he no longer endured the pain, which was a good start.
It walked faster and faster, sniffed it with its nose and then ate the cookies.
This is the basis for building trust.
Vincent smiled and shook the last half of the bag.
"Ouch——" The big black dog's growl was not as hostile as before.
But even so, it has no intention of coming.
Everything seems to be back to square one.
Vincent had to half-crouch and approach carefully.
Every time he took a step closer, the big black dog would growl.
It has not retreated, proving that trust exists.
The distance is getting closer and closer, and the roar is getting smaller and smaller.
Animals are all sensitive and can instinctively distinguish between good intentions and bad intentions.
Vincent squatted in front of the grinning black dog, reached into the bag and took out a small biscuit.
Its cloudy yellow eyes glanced for a moment, then stared back wide.
No attacks, very good situation.
Vincent handed the cookie to its mouth.
The big black dog put down its left front leg that had been raised and opened its mouth hesitantly.
The sticky tongue licked away the cookie.
The second piece, the third piece...
During the feeding process, Vincent took the opportunity to touch the dog's head.
It lay on its back and took a small step back without roaring.
Finally, a good relationship of trust was established, and the next few pieces were fed and touched at the same time.
Tired of standing, the big black dog lay completely on the ground, allowing Vincent to increase his strength little by little.
After eating the last piece of biscuit, it pushed away the hand holding its forehead with its nose.
"You are so realistic." Vincent put his hand into his school robe, pretending that there were cookies inside.
The big black dog turned its head away, looking extremely arrogant.
I can't even be deceived, I guess I get deceived all the time.
Vincent held up his left front paw awkwardly.
There is no resistance, everything you have done before is worth it.
"Healed as before——"
The tip of the alder stick lit up with a warm light blue light, and it was pressed against the wound that looked like it had been scratched by a sharp object.
The big black dog glanced, then turned his head away.
Trust only breaks down in an instant, and it takes twice as much effort to re-establish it.
Vincent succeeded and successfully made it believe in humans again.
The wound is very deep and the healing speed is very slow while minimizing pain.
Ten minutes later, the alder wand was removed from the front legs.
The big black dog tried to stand up, but was pushed back hard.
"It's not healed yet."
The warm light blue light started from its nose and swept over very slowly.
There were wounds of various sizes all over the body, and small creatures such as lice and ticks were everywhere.
The black short hair is severely dry and stuck together with the skin flakes shed by ringworm infection.
The big black dog only resisted a few times in a symbolic manner, and then allowed Vincent to use magic to clean his body.
"It turns out it's a male..."
"Ouch!"
"Oh~ You have quite a bad temper~"
The long black tail swung over, splashing rain on his face.
Vincent put away his wand, pulled the dog's head and rubbed it vigorously.
Even though he had a slight mysophobia, the skinny black dog still fell down quickly from fatigue.