This Hogwarts is not normal

Dementors are scary.

But no matter how terrible it was, there was still nothing he could do about Vincent.

Probably aware of this, they suddenly stopped spinning, and the black hole with its big face closed surrounded the train.

The process of searching for Sirius was the same as before.

"what--"

Amid the sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the car, Draco's screams could be faintly heard.

Then, the patron saint of Suan Ni appeared.

They were beaten violently, and were bruised all over their bodies.

Vincent felt nothing in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

It's amazing to revisit the past from a different perspective.

Unlike the memory of the Pensieve, this is the real world.

I can still suppress the thought of changing the past now, if something unexpected happens...

Vincent stood up, shaking his head and chuckling self-deprecatingly.

In the distance is Hogsmeade Station, and it's time to get out of the way.

Before the train had come to a complete stop, he had Apparated to a small cave in the village.

The light at the tip of the staff drives away the darkness.

It is raining heavily today, and of course old friend Mr. Bork is not here.

The small cave is actually very big, which can be used to pass the time.

Compared with the frequently cleaned outside, the inside environment is very natural.

There is not much dust, but the number of spider webs and small creatures is far beyond imagination.

They were shy one by one, and when they saw Vincent, they hid deeper.

It's useless to dim the light on the tip of the wand a little bit, after all, it's a small creature that likes dark and damp.

"Da da—" hurried footsteps sounded from outside.

It was raining so much and came here, probably because of some client appointment.

The school robe became looser, and then slightly raised the figure.

Vincent in a black robe put on his hood and walked back with his wand in hand.

But after arriving at the place, it was not Mr. Bork who came into the cave at all, but a big black dog.

The skeleton is as large as an adult, but the body is so thin that the ribs can be seen.

The eyes of the big black dog are very vigilant.

Vincent noticed that it was leaning to the left.

Looking down, it turned out that the left front leg was injured.

He crouched down, trying to make himself as less threatening as possible.

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, and it doesn't seem to want to leave here.

Vincent reached into his robes.

Gu Gu Gu's leftover biscuits are soaked, but it can be restored with magic.

Carefully approaching a little bit, put down a few biscuits at a distance of a few meters, and then slowly backed away.

"Aw—" the big black dog growled in a low voice, as if issuing a warning.

When ordinary people encounter this situation, it is best to stay away as soon as possible.

But Vincent is a wizard, and a wizard who worries about how to pass the time.

The frame is very big, but they are all so thin that the ribs can be seen, so they must have been bullied a lot.

Be patient with such a big dog.

One person and one dog confront each other like this.

The big black dog became more and more fierce, and even stretched its front legs reluctantly and roared loudly.

Vincent's eyes under the hood looked directly at it.

Has expressed the greatest kindness, it seems that he has been bullied miserably, and he is not willing to trust strangers at all.

"Hmm..." He suddenly looked down at the clothes on his body.

This is Hogsmeade, and it would definitely not be a Muggle who could bully such a big black dog.

It should be a wizard, or a wizard in a black robe.

The alder staff pointed to the chest, and the hood and black robe changed back into school uniform.

The height is also shrinking, returning to its original appearance.

The big black dog stopped barking, bent its front legs as if frightened, and lay half down on the ground.

Vincent guessed right.

Snape's gloomy image was indeed not welcome anywhere.

"You must be hungry, right?"

He pointed to the small biscuit on the ground, "Eat it, low-fat and low-salt."

The big black dog raised its injured left front paw, and took a step cautiously.

The expression was still fierce, but it was a good start if he didn't bear the pain anymore.

It walked faster and faster, smelled it with its nose, and then ate the biscuit.

This is the basis for building trust.

Vincent smiled and shook the last half of the bag.

"Oh—" The big black dog's growl was not as hostile as before.

But even so, it has no intention of coming over.

Everything seems to be back to square one.

Vincent had no choice but to squat down and approach carefully.

Every step closer, the big black dog would growl.

It has not backed down, proving that there is trust.

The distance is getting closer, the roar is getting smaller and smaller.

Animals are sensitive and can instinctively distinguish between good and evil.

Vincent squatted in front of the grinning big black dog, reached into the packaging bag and took out a small biscuit.

Its cloudy yellow eyes glanced, then stared back wide open.

No attack, very good situation.

Vincent put the biscuit to its mouth.

The big black dog put down its left front leg that had been raised all the time, and opened its mouth hesitantly.

Sticky Lake's tongue licked away the biscuit.

The second piece, the third piece...

During the feeding process, Vincent took the opportunity to touch the dog's head.

It lay on its stomach and took a small step back without roaring.

Finally established a good relationship of trust, the next few pieces were fed and touched.

The big black dog, who was tired from standing, completely lay on the ground, allowing Vincent to increase his strength a little bit.

After eating the last biscuit, it pushes away the hand holding its forehead with its nose.

"You're so realistic." Vincent put his hand into his school robe, pretending that there were biscuits inside.

The big black dog turned its head away, extremely proud.

You can't even cheat, and it is estimated that you are often cheated.

Vincent raised its left front paw awkwardly.

Without resistance, everything that has been done before is worth it.

"Healed as ever—"

The tip of the alder stick glowed with a warm light blue light, touching the wound that seemed to be scratched by a sharp object.

The big black dog glanced, then turned his head away.

Trust collapses in an instant, and it takes a lot of effort to rebuild it.

Vincent succeeded, succeeded in making him believe in humans again.

The wound was deep and healed slowly with minimal pain.

Ten minutes later, the alder wand moved away from the front legs.

The big black dog tried to stand up, but was pushed back hard.

"Not yet."

A warm light blue light started from its nose and swept across very slowly.

There were wounds of various sizes all over the body, and small creatures such as lice and ticks were everywhere.

The short black hair is severely dried out, clumped together with flakes of skin from a ringworm infection.

The big black dog just resisted a few times symbolically, and then let Vincent use magic to clean his body.

"So it's public..."

"Wow!"

"Yo~ you have a big temper~"

The long black tail flicked over, splashing rain on his face.

Vincent put away the wand, grabbed its dog's head and rubbed it vigorously.

Even though he has a slight obsession with cleanliness, the skinny big black dog gets tired very quickly.

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