Five hours passed quickly.
The second time the Time-Turner was activated, Vincent led Hermione to a hillside leading to a cave.
If I remember correctly, it was the nest of an Acromantula.
As he said, even though they were right at his doorstep, these adorable creatures didn't come out to bother him.
"How exactly did you reach a consensus with them?"
Vincent raised his right hand and made a fist.
Hermione's lips twitched; she realized she had asked a really stupid question.
Not just the outer perimeter of the Forbidden Forest, she believed all the nests had been ransacked more than once.
"Hagrid would be very sad if he knew."
"He actually knew." Vincent made a sword-drawing and slashing motion towards the air.
"Do you remember when I was in first grade, I gained the friendship of Centaur?"
I made a bet with Hagrid in their tribe at the time, on the condition that I would no longer favor Aragog's offspring.
The small animals released into the Forbidden Forest two years ago are almost all gone. If it weren't for Jormungandr, the adult Acromantula would probably have eaten them all.
This was the first time Hermione had heard about this.
Only Vincent would dare to challenge Centaur in shooting or Hagrid in swordsmanship.
"Awooo—" A faint wolf howl suddenly came from afar.
Vincent looked up. "It's a full moon today. I guess it's the Werewolf on the high mountains at the edge of the Forbidden Forest."
Hermione listened intently and could hear even more howls.
Soon, the surroundings became quiet again.
Regardless of whether they are Pure-blood Werewolf or not, they will transform once the moon is full.
The Half-blood Werewolf can still retain some sanity, but it's hard to say about those who are infected.
The Werewolf who live high up on Hogwarts Mountain are all good Werewolf who won't attack unprovoked.
Hermione suddenly stared directly into Vincent's eyes. "You didn't go over there, did you?"
"There are no plans to do so at the moment."
She opened the deluxe edition of "The Complete Practical Magic" with peace of mind.
It contains some simple spells similar to laundry spells and cooking spells, which are not difficult to learn at all.
Learn two in 5 hours, then learn three in another 5 hours.
After using the Time-Turner for the fourth time, Hermione started to feel sleepy.
"You should get some sleep first. I'll wake you up if you don't wake up." (Cheng)
She nodded and took out a neatly folded, brand-new tent from the small cloth bag.
My eyelids were drooping, so I set the alarm, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.
Vincent outside yawned, drank a bottle of Brain-Boosting Potion, and continued arranging the Magical Runes.
The repair speed has caught up with the rate of wear and tear, but he has not given up on finding the optimal solution.
There's plenty of time; even if we can't achieve true perfection, we should strive to do our best.
"Ring ring ring—"
He put down his wand, turned off the alarm clock, and stretched.
After nearly 30 hours of this, the effects of the Brain-Boosting Potion will only weaken over time.
After waiting a few minutes, he got up and walked towards the tent.
There was an alarm clock inside, and it looks like Hermione turned it off and went back to sleep.
Vincent lifted the tent flap with one hand, revealing only a raised blanket.
He walked forward with a dark expression, placed his hand on the blanket, and loudly counted down.
"Three! Two! One!"
With a "whoosh," the blanket was flung into the air.
Hermione, still half asleep, opened her eyes and saw Vincent's ambiguous smile.
She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm just too sleepy."
"Uh..." Vincent seemed a little surprised. "I thought you would be angry."
Hermione lowered her head and tidied her messy hair.
"That's true, it would be better if you didn't suddenly pull back the covers next time."
"Okay." Vincent turned and walked out of the tent. "I'll be more careful next time."
Although they are good friends, she is, after all, a girl.
Going back 5 hours, this time we came to the lakeside.
The smoke spell that Dumbledore had set up was still there, but its range was much smaller.
Vincent went into his tent to sleep, leaving Hermione alone outside.
As he slept, he could vaguely smell a fragrance.
It's strange, it tastes like barbecue.
He had a hearty meal in his dream and was woken up by the alarm clock. When he opened his eyes, he could still smell the aroma.
Stepping out of the tent, I saw Hermione barbecuing.
I only ate a few snacks the last few times, but now I'm actually quite hungry.
"You're awake? Rinse your mouth and come eat something."
Vincent took the mouthwash she handed him. "You're quite well prepared. You even have a barbecue grill and sauces."
It doesn't look like much, but compared to the ones she baked at her birthday party last year, she has really made great progress.
After rinsing my mouth, I picked up a skewer and tasted it.
It was slightly burnt, but the taste was fine.
He gave a thumbs up, "Delicious!"
Hermione, with a bright smile on her face, turned around and continued brushing sauce onto the grilled meat.
Although she had learned the cooking spell, she clearly had no intention of using it.
She always remembered one sentence:
Food cooked entirely with magic is like mass-produced industrial products; it has no soul.
Cooking is an art, not just eating for the sake of eating.
Even with magic freeing their hands, the pursuit of delicious food remains unchanged.
The barbecue lasted until dawn, Vincent, of course, also got involved.
Hermione was completely stunned as he effortlessly controlled the barbecue grill.
The extra two and a half months passed just as I had imagined.
No matter how difficult the research was, he never shortchanged himself.
Hermione has long admired this kind of mentality.
Fate often plays tricks on you; the more you care about something, the harder it is to achieve it.
She ate Vincent's barbecue and tasted a different flavor.
"Shall we continue?"
"Certainly."
There can be countless time loops, but there are only so many safe points in the Forbidden Forest.
The last time they used the Time-Turner, they went back 5 hours to the previous time, and both of them went back to their dorm room to rest.
The entire process went unnoticed by others, and nothing in the past was changed.
Of course, the Acromantula, tempted by the aroma of barbecue, don't count.
Weekends are for relaxing.
In Vincent's world, more than twenty days have passed since the last weekend.
It's a rare time to rest, so of course we should relax properly.
Not long after finishing breakfast, he and his friends arrived at Hog's Head Pub.
The adorable pets are here, and so is Astoria.
They prefer iced cola to sweet Butterbeer.
"Gurgle—" Gu Gu, who was lying down and drinking cola through a straw, let out a burp.
Seeing the way it looked so content, Crookshanks tentatively took a puff as well.
He must have been a little tipsy, because he collapsed onto the bar with a "thud" right after finishing his cigarette.
Crookshanks shook its head and limply raised its little paws.
It rolled over to Vincent and meowed affectionately at him.
It was just a sip of Coke, but it looked like he'd been inhaling catnip for ages.
Hermione was in a bad mood.
The closer Crookshanks moved towards Vincent, the more unpleasant her expression became.