Great Hall,
Vincent rested his chin on his hand beside the long table. "I wonder if the four Heads of House will start fighting."
"Grrrrr—"
Hermione looked rather speechlessly toward Hagrid at the next table.
Professor McGonagall had definitely woken him before leaving, but he had fallen asleep again by the time the two of them arrived.
"I think—"
"Grrrrr—"
"I think they—"
"Grrrrr—"
The snoring only grew louder and louder.
Hermione simply shook her head at Vincent.
"Then you think they—"
"Grrrrr—"
Looking utterly defeated, Vincent slumped onto the table.
He suddenly turned his head and winked at Hermione.
Hagrid had been the Keeper of Keys and Grounds for decades. He had surely dealt with werewolves before, so he might know about the grudge between Snape and the tall, skinny werewolf.
Hermione cleared her throat and shouted together with Vincent:
"Oh no! Professor McGonagall and the others are back!"
With a thud, Hagrid fell off his chair.
He hurriedly sat up. "I wasn't asleep! I just accidentally slipped!"
He suspiciously scanned the Great Hall until he spotted Vincent and Hermione at the next table.
"Er—you two?"
Hagrid suddenly slapped his forehead. "I remember now! Professor McGonagall said you'd gotten yourselves into trouble. She told me to keep a close eye on you and not let you run around."
Vincent blinked his big eyes at Hermione.
See? There was no need to fish for information.
They only had to mention a little about what happened that night, and Hagrid had already told them everything he knew.
"You really took down Warwick? He's as tall as me after transforming."
The werewolf leader was named Warwick, an exceptionally rare half-blood descendant of a werewolf and a wizard.
His physical abilities far surpassed those of a pure-blooded werewolf, and after transforming, he could