After activating the time turner for the second time, Vincent took Hermione to a hillside leading to a cave.
If I remember correctly, there was an Acromantula's nest inside.
Just as he said, even if it was right in front of the house, these cuties didn't come out to disturb him.
"How on earth did you reach an agreement with them?"
Vincent raised his right hand and made a fist.
Hermione twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling that she had asked an idiotic question.
Let alone the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, she believed that all the nests had been visited more than once.
"Hagrid would be very sad if he knew."
"He actually knows." Vincent made a gesture of drawing his sword and slashing into the air.
"Do you remember when I was in first grade and gained the friendship of a centaur?
At that time, I also made a bet with Hagrid in their tribe, on the condition that I would no longer favor Aragog's heirs."
There were not many small animals left in the Forbidden Forest the year before last. Without the presence of Jomgander, the adult Acromantulas would have eaten them all.
This was the first time Hermione heard about this.
Only Vincent dared to compete with centaurs in shooting and with Hagrid in swordsmanship.
"Ouch--" A small wolf howl suddenly came from the distance.
Vincent raised his head and said, "Today is the full moon. It must be the werewolf on the high mountain on the edge of the Forbidden Forest."
Hermione listened and could hear more howling.
Soon, the surroundings became quiet again.
Regardless of whether they are pure-blooded werewolves, they will transform once the full moon comes.
Hybrid werewolves can still retain some of their sanity, but it's hard to say for those who are infected.
Werewolves who can live high in the mountains of Hogwarts are good werewolves who will not attack on their own initiative.
Hermione suddenly stared directly into Vincent's eyes, "You haven't gone to them, have you?"
"I don't have any plans for the moment."
She calmly opened the hardcover version of "The Encyclopedia of Practical Magic".
There are some simple spells like washing spells and cooking spells, which are not difficult to learn at all.
Learn two in 5 hours, and learn three in 5 hours.
After using the Time Turner for the fourth time, Hermione began to feel a little sleepy.
"You should go to sleep first. If you don't wake up, I will call you."
She nodded and took out a folded brand new tent from a small bag.
My eyelids were chattering, so I set the alarm clock, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
Vincent yawned outside, drank a bottle of Baffy's Awakening Potion, and then continued arranging the magic runes.
The repair speed has caught up with the loss speed, but he has not given up looking for the optimal solution.
We have a lot of time, and even if we cannot achieve true perfection, we must try our best to achieve the best.
"Ring ring ring——"
He put down his wand and turned off the alarm clock, opened his hands and stretched.
After almost 30 hours, the effect of Bafei's brain-refreshing drug will only become weaker and weaker.
After waiting for a few minutes, he got up and walked to the tent.
There was also an alarm clock inside, and it looked like Hermione pressed it and continued to sleep.
Vincent opened the tent with one hand and could only see a bulging quilt.
He walked forward with black lines on his face, put his hands on the quilt and counted down loudly.
"Three! Two! One!"
With a "swish" sound, the entire quilt was lifted into the air.
Hermione, who was half asleep, opened her eyes and saw Vincent's half-smiling face.
She quickly sat up, her face flushed, "I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy."
"Um..." Vincent looked a little surprised, "I thought you would be angry."
Hermione lowered her little head and tidied up her messy hair.
"It's true. It would be nice if you wouldn't lift the quilt suddenly next time."
"Okay." Vincent turned around and walked out of the tent, "I'll pay attention next time."
Although they are good friends, she is a girl after all.
Back to 5 hours ago, this time we came to the lake.
The smoke magic arranged by Dumbledore is still there, but the scope is much smaller.
Vincent went into his tent to sleep, leaving Hermione alone outside.
As he slept, he could vaguely smell a fragrance.
It's amazing, it smells like barbecue.
After having a hearty meal in his dream and then being woken up by the alarm clock, he could still smell the aroma when he opened his eyes.
Walking out of the tent, it turned out to be Hermione having a barbecue.
I just ate a few snacks the first few times, but now I'm really hungry.
"Are you awake? Rinse your mouth quickly and come over to eat."
Vincent took the mouthwash she handed him and said, "It's very well prepared. It even has a barbecue grill and sauces."
It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but compared to the ones baked at last year’s birthday party, she has really improved a lot.
After rinsing his mouth, he picked up a bunch and tasted it.
It's a little burnt, but the taste is okay.
He gave a thumbs up and said, "Yummy!"
With a bright smile on her face, Hermione turned around and continued to baste the barbecue.
Although she has learned the cooking spell, she obviously has no intention of casting it.
She always remembered one sentence:
[Foods cooked with magic throughout the process are like industrial assembly line products, they have no soul——]
Cooking is an art, not eating for the sake of eating.
Even if you use magic to free your hands, your pursuit of delicious food remains unchanged.
After having a barbecue until dawn, Vincent certainly ended up doing something.
When he controlled the grill as he pleased, Hermione was stunned.
The extra two and a half months went by just as I imagined.
No matter how difficult the research was, he never treated himself badly.
Hermione has been envious of this mentality since a long time ago.
Fate always likes to play tricks on you. The more you care about something, the harder it is for you to achieve it.
She ate Vincent's barbecue and tasted a different flavor.
"Continue?"
"certainly."
There can be countless closed time loops, but there are only so many safe spots in the Forbidden Forest.
The last time the time converter was used was 5 hours ago, and both of them went back to the dormitory to rest.
The whole process was not discovered by others, and nothing in the past was changed.
The Acromantulas, who are greedy for the aroma of barbecue, certainly don’t count.
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Weekends are for relaxing.
In Vincent's world, more than twenty days have passed since the last weekend.
Of course, you should relax during this rare rest time.
Not long after finishing breakfast, he came to the Pig's Head Bar with his friends.
The cute pets are here, and so is Astoria.
They prefer Coke with ice to sweet butterbeer.
"Gu Gu——" Gu Gu, who was lying down drinking Coke through a straw, burped.
Seeing the look of enjoyment on its face, Crookshanks also took a tentative sip.
Maybe it was because I got drunk, but as soon as I finished smoking, I fell down on the bar with a "snap".
Crookshanks shook his head and raised his little paw limply.
It purred and rolled over in front of Vincent, and began to act coquettishly at him with a "meow" sound.
It's just a sip of Coke, and it looks like I've been snorting catnip for a long time.
Hermione was not in a good mood.
The more Crookshanks moved closer to Vincent, the more ugly her face became.