One coincidence may really be a coincidence, but so many coincidences are entangled together that it can no longer be called a coincidence.
Hire a werewolf as a professor, and Dumbledore will definitely be well prepared.
So Snape, who had a grudge against Lupine, reluctantly brewed the Wolfsbane potion.
Then, losing his mind was not due to an accident, but because as a potion master, he deliberately reduced the effect of the wolfsbane potion.
But the real surprise came.
No wonder they didn't pursue the matter of escaping from the castle. No wonder they were even willing to hand over the magical potion at the bottom of the box.
It turns out that the mastermind behind everything is Snape, the shameless man.
Hermione suddenly stopped in front of the door of the auditorium, "But Professor Lupine doesn't seem like a person who can lie. Since he demolished Snape's office, why didn't he admit it just now?"
Vincent put his hand on the door, "He must have lost his mind when he demolished it. Strictly speaking, it cannot be counted as his doing."
How can a human being with normal mental state do it by spreading that lake onto the wall and spreading it evenly?
Therefore, if there was not something wrong with Snape's potion, they would not have fought with a large group of werewolves last night.
And without Lupine holding on to the werewolf leader, he would have been infected and turned into a werewolf even if he wasn't torn apart.
Hermione nodded in agreement.
Lupine is a werewolf and a wizard. It can be seen from his ragged clothes that he is not living a good life.
It's not like pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, but more like choosing to live alone in a deserted place in order not to actively harm others.
He is a good professor and a good werewolf.
The real culprit was Snape, who was responsible for brewing the potion.
Just want to send them away with two bottles of magic potion?
By the end of the school year, everything from the Batcave has returned, and a complete "Operation Three Lights" is inevitable.
With an increasingly strong desire for revenge, Vincent gritted his teeth and finished the breakfast.
Afterwards, he went to the Court of Owls activity room on the fifth floor and made output to several large sandbags.
Hermione in the audience pursed her lips so tightly that Daphne next to her thought they were quarreling.
"Did he know? Or did you tell him?"
Hermione blushed quickly and nodded, then shook her head.
Daphne felt a little confused.
Already knew, but didn’t express the relationship?
this……
While the two little witches were whispering, Vincent soon knocked down a sandbag.
Daphne, who understood roughly, didn't know what to say.
She has never been in love, so she can't figure out what kind of relationship the two have.
Close friends of the opposite sex?
Brothers?
Good bestie?
So Vincent in the ring is worried about how to face Hermione?
"No, he and I are angry about another thing."
Under Daphne's questioning, Hermione didn't reveal even half a word.
"I can only say that we promised to keep it a secret, and we really can't say anything more."
There was another loud "Peng" sound, and Vincent knocked down the second sandbag.
Daphne's mind became even more confused.
It wasn't that she was curious about the secret that couldn't be told, but she always felt that they were both deliberately avoiding something.
Vincent rarely showed his emotional side. The last time they were blocked by Byron's gang of black swans on their way to the Forbidden Forest.
Hermione was even better at hiding her worries. She didn't show it when she was ostracized by her classmates when she first entered school. If Vincent had not taken her on a night out later, she probably wouldn't be able to open her heart to anyone now.
Daphne suddenly looked at her blankly, "Could it be at that time..."
"When?"
"It's you..."
With a "Peng" sound, the third sandbag also came down.
Hermione blushed and looked back at the ring, "I don't know, I changed a lot about him at that time, maybe I still have a good impression of him."
Daphne finally understood.
Each of them hides their thoughts better than the other, and neither of them is willing to take the initiative to take the first step.
Hermione is a girl, so it's normal to be shy.
Vincent probably didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two, so he pretended not to know when he knew.
"Alas -" Daphne sighed quietly, "Are you really not prepared to do something on your own initiative?"
Hermione was stunned by the question.
She and Vincent both have personalities that prefer reason over emotion, so the ambiguity is expected to last for a long, long time.
But what she had to admit was that she was undoubtedly a complete failure in attracting the opposite sex.
Vincent is handsome, tall and strong, with a very charming personality and a lot of dazzling halos on his head.
Of course Hermione is also very good, but in comparison...
Daphne noticed that her eyes were starting to shrink a little, so she very suddenly stretched out her hand to hold her shoulders.
"Hermione, actually you don't need to feel inferior at all, Vincent is not a superficial person.
There are many good-looking girls in the world, but they may not all have your brains. Even if they are as smart as you, there is no way they can help him with everything."
No matter how beautiful the vase is, it can only silently protect the other person from behind.
Hermione regained her confidence and her eyes became firm, "Then what should I do? Go and tell him clearly?"
"No." Daphne glanced at the arena.
He almost knocked down all the sandbags, but he still looked very angry.
"What you have to do is not try to catch up with his back, but really stand side by side with him."
Hermione nodded seriously.
For this goal, it is definitely necessary to be busy.
on Monday,
After three simultaneous classes, Hermione headed to the Transfiguration classroom while walking and chewing on a book.
What she was reading was "Advanced Potion Making", a textbook that can only be learned in sixth or seventh grade.
Perhaps because the content was too obscure, she didn't relax her frown until Mag entered the classroom.
In the first half of the class, I raised my hands high to answer questions as usual to win college points, and in the second half of the class, I performed free exercises to win college points with excellent performance.
Many students have noticed that she has changed and seems to have become much more confident.
Mag on the podium nodded secretly.
After what happened the night before yesterday, it seemed that Hermione had grown up.
Vincent can't tell it yet, but he probably thinks it's the same as her.
In fact, only Neville in the whole classroom knew that he wasn't paying attention in class, and even the notes he took were still very similar to graffiti symbols.
But all of them are so complex that you'll feel dizzy just by looking at them.
The bell rang and Vincent closed his notebook.
After McGonagall announced that get out of class was over, he was the first to take his textbooks and walk out of the classroom.
The next class is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and if nothing else goes wrong, this will be another practical class.
The little lions walked into the classroom with full expectations, but the next moment they seemed to be petrified.
The professor standing on the podium was not Lupine, but Snape, who had a slightly raised corner of his mouth and seemed to be in a good mood.
He tapped his fingers on the table and glanced at the little lions.
Except for two people who calmed down quickly, everyone else had their own doubts.
Whoa - it's great that Porter and Wes aren't here.
Vincent lifted the collar of his shirt, "Professor Snape, what are you doing?"
"Lupin asked for leave." Snape squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of the scar on his neck.
"He said he felt very uncomfortable today, so he sincerely entrusted me to teach you."
"What-" Seamus quickly covered his mouth.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, this feeling of full expectation only to be disappointed in the end should not be too uncomfortable.