The Forbidden Forest in Hogwarts is very large, and the connecting paths are very close to the mountains on the edge.
"Ouch!" The roars of wolves came from the mountain one after another.
Tonight is the night of the full moon, the night when werewolves transform.
Vincent grimaced, "I feel like I'm being taken care of by the God of Doom."
Hermione held his little hand tightly, "Don't scare yourself. Didn't you say that the werewolves in the Forbidden Forest are not aggressive?"
"Yes." Vincent looked up at the mountains in front of him, remembering the time when he rode Reeves to meet them.
We have said hello to each other, so it should be considered friendly, right?
It would be nice if I could go to the werewolf tribe with the centaurs in advance. At least now I don't have to worry about uncertain factors other than Sirius.
Run back to the castle?
No, the missing Sirius is one threat, and the werewolf with sensitive senses is another threat.
Cast a flying spell to summon a rogue rabbit, then fly back to the castle on a broomstick?
Still not working, your position will be exposed if you don't ride up.
After much deliberation, only the time turner is the safest.
But under the eyes of the werewolves...
"Let's leave here quietly first."
Hermione was led by him and walked forward slowly.
"Watch your steps, Sirius will appear at any time."
The atmosphere became tense.
Even under the cover of the Illusion Spell, as long as there is any disturbance around them, they will stop to confirm safety before moving on.
I don't know who is so nervous that the palms of their hands are sweating. They both feel like their hands are sticky when they hold each other together.
Maybe it's Vincent's, maybe it's Hermione's, more likely it's both.
"Swish--" The sound of swinging leaves sounded again.
Similar to the countless situations encountered before, the leaves this time were also blown by the wind.
"Kacha—"
Before Vincent could breathe a sigh of relief, a faint sound of branches breaking could be heard in his ears.
Hermione felt the strength of his hold on her and stood back to back with him in tacit understanding.
Under the pale moonlight, the Forbidden Forest is surrounded by dangers.
The bleak wind was like thunder, making their hearts beat violently.
A dark shadow flashed from the corner of Hermione's eye and disappeared into the dark and deep forest.
The sweat on Vincent's forehead crossed the tip of his nose and dripped on the withered yellow leaves at his feet.
"Check--" Something stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground.
The sound was rapid, as if he was running.
Another dark shadow flashed past, and Hermione saw it clearly this time.
Not Sirius or a werewolf, just a motley rat that seemed lost.
"Huh -" she relaxed and whispered in Vincent's ear.
Hagrid was so irresponsible that he actually lost an important living teaching aid.
The crisis is over and you can move on.
"Zhizhi——" After walking a few steps, the Motla rat from before ran back again.
The tentacles on its back stood up, its cry was frightened, and it flew past the eyes as if running away.
"Ouch--" The wolf's roar answered the doubts in their minds.
This is a dangerous signal because the cry is very loud and it is certain that it is not coming from the mountains behind.
A werewolf has come down, has it been discovered?
Vincent and Hermione's hearts beat faster and they were frozen in place, not daring to move.
Werewolf is actually a magical disease, an infectious disease called "lycanthropy".
It is transmitted through saliva and blood, and like Muggle AIDS, the disease can be controlled but irreversible.
The werewolves in the Forbidden Forest are almost all purebreds or mixed-bloods who can remain sane after transformation. Logically speaking, they will not come down on a full moon night.
The worst happened.
Werewolves have strong physical fitness, excellent vision, keen hearing, strong sense of smell, hard hair, sharp claws...
"Shuashua——Dong——"
The sound of the leaves swinging one after another is okay, but the key is that the sound is getting clearer and clearer, as if it is falling on a thick tree trunk.
Maybe it's because of Motla Rat, that werewolf is approaching here quickly.
The Illusion Charm cannot block the smell. If you are unlucky enough to be discovered, you can only pray that the other party can have friendly communication.
Every second is torture, and time passes very slowly.
Hermione's body was trembling, and Vincent had no choice but to hold her little hand tightly.
Although she couldn't see the expression on his face, Hermione knew that he was prepared for the worst.
She felt a familiar sense of security inexplicably.
When attacked by a basilisk, when Byron was beaten violently.
Is this what it feels like to be protected?
She held Vincent's big hand in her hand, no longer afraid of the dark figure approaching Mo Lake in the distance.
The werewolf jumped over one thick tree trunk after another, and finally landed on the ground about 50 feet away from the two men.
Although there was only a back view of Mo Hu, he seemed to be in a semi-lying position, clearly using his sensitive nose to sniff the surroundings and hunt down the prey that attracted him.
But the moment he turned around, he revealed a pair of extremely impressive eyes.
The strange blood-red color shrouded in darkness is very similar to Sirius who is suspected to have been transformed by magic.
Azkaban's prison breakout was a werewolf?
No, the answer I just pieced together is wrong.
The painful screams in the Shrieking Shack were caused by the transformation, and he didn't attack because he didn't want to hurt others.
As for why he left the tribe and hid...
The werewolf suddenly jumped over.
Vincent quickly held his breath, with only one thought left in his mind.
As the other party gets closer, this idea becomes stronger and stronger.
Breathing and heartbeat still exist no matter how weak they are, not to mention smells that are much more complex than nature.
His blood-red eyes were very close, and he could already feel the hot breath breathed out by the werewolf.
Although he can't see it, the werewolf knows that something is in front of him.
He raised his slender arms like bamboo poles and waved his paws around casually.
Once, twice, three times...
From a distance, he looks very thin, but his sharp claws give people the impression that they can tear apart steel plates.
He keeps getting closer and further away, and it doesn't look like he can communicate well at all.
The werewolf opened its ferocious mouth, revealing two rows of sharp fangs.
Maybe the "new prey" was too tempting, so he secreted a lot of saliva.
It wasn't the smell of blood as I imagined, but a stench that was worse than not brushing your teeth for half a year.
Gradually, he seemed to be getting impatient, waving his paws faster and faster, and his posture became more and more irritable.
The rising breeze blew Vincent's hair, and the invisible alder wand was quietly pointed at the ground beneath his feet.
Since there is no way to communicate, we can only "reason".
The withered yellow leaves stood up one after another, turning into long black nails.
The werewolf didn't seem to notice, still tearing open the surrounding air randomly.
With Vincent's expectation, he stepped into the spike trap.
The werewolf stopped waving his claws.
He lay down as if he couldn't feel the pain, sniffing the long nails turned from fallen leaves with his nose.
"Ouch--" He howled and closed his blood-red eyes, as if he was listening carefully to something.
Perhaps out of the instinct of a beast, he crawled along the spike.