The big black dog had a very large frame, just like the legendary Black Shuck, who left scorched earth wherever he went.
But it didn't have a pungent sulfur smell, and its fur wasn't shiny at all; only its eyes were the same yellow color.
After being cleaned and treated, Vincent squatted in front of the big head with its tongue sticking out.
It looks a lot like Scotland deerhound; it's probably a genetic mutation that turned it black.
There are many legends about black dogs in Britain, including Black Shuck, the Dog Demon, and Flanders Old Red-Eye.
Black dogs are generally considered a symbol of evil, a monster whose appearance brings misfortune.
This exhausted black Scotland deerhound, probably abandoned because of its coat color, ended up in Hogsmeade and encountered some superstitious wizards.
Evil? Misfortune?
Nonsense! That black dog is clearly a master at protecting the house and warding off evil spirits!
Vincent was not superstitious, and if he were to believe in anything, it wouldn't be anything Western.
Dogs are forbidden in Hogwarts Castle, but if you learn how to use Side-Along Apparition beforehand, you can bring one home.
No, he's School Board Member.
Hagrid can even grow his teeth in the Forbidden Forest, which is a good way to enrich biodiversity.
The big black dog seemed frightened by his gaze and struggled to stand up.
"Want to eat meat? Want to make new friends?"
It paused for a moment, then began to struggle again.
Vincent was somewhat embarrassed.
Staying in Hogsmeade is not safe, and our relationship isn't good enough for me to go back.
Take it slow, and give it some more food.
When he stood up, the big black dog had stopped struggling.
When the black and white vortex appeared, it jumped up as if it were frightened.
A dozen minutes later, Vincent returned with pies and steaks he had bought from the Three Broomsticks.
He was wearing a black robe and a hood. The big black dog seemed to recognize him by his scent, looked up at him, and then lay down again.
There was no response when I walked over; I trusted them but remained vigilant.
For stray dogs, this is already the best possible outcome.
Vincent dispelled the Transfiguration. "Eat up, I bought a lot."
The pies and chops were low in oil and salt, and the starving black dog finished them in no time.
Even if you are thin, suddenly overeating can trigger a variety of diseases.
For its health, you shouldn't feed it too much at once, no matter how hungry it is.
Besides, this big black dog was very proud; after finishing its meal, it quietly lay down again.
It was still raining outside, Vincent yawned as he sat down next to it.
The watch showed it was almost midnight, but the Hogwarts Castle freshman dinner had only just begun.
He reached out and stroked the big black dog's head, and unconsciously closed his eyes and dozed off.
When I woke up, the big black dog was still there, but he had changed his position and was lying in another corner.
It's almost 1 a. m., now's a good time to go back.
Vincent stretched and got up to walk towards the big black dog.
"I'm going back now. I'll bring some new friends to visit you when I have time."
Instead of using his Apparition to enter the secret passage, he turned around and slowly walked out of the cave entrance.
The big black dog raised its head slightly, looking at his back as if hesitating about something.
It has two choices.
First, continue staying in the cave.
Second, follow the past.
"Woof woof!" The big black dog suddenly got up and ran towards the cave entrance.
Perhaps it was because the pie and steak were delicious, or perhaps it thought the other person was a good person, but it ultimately chose to go with them.
Vincent stopped at the entrance of the cave, half-squatting with his arms outstretched.
The big black dog stopped listening, but didn't jump into his arms.
"Okay, trust takes time to build."
The Alder Wand was pointed at it, and a waterproof spell was cast upon it.
Rain fell on an invisible film, Vincent turned around to find it quietly following behind him.
She insisted on following him even in the rain, showing how reluctant she was to part with him.
We followed a path outside the village to an abandoned wooden cabin.
Lift the dusty old carpet, and underneath is a wooden Trapdoor.
The secret passage inside leads to the statue of Gregory the Smarmy on the sixth floor of the castle.
Although the Prefects' Bathroom was next door, Moaning Myrtle often stayed there, so not many students would go there.
It's 2 a. m., but it's actually 9 p. m.
After waiting a few minutes, Vincent opened the entrance to the sculpture in front of him.
He had already returned to his dormitory 5 hours ago, and now he just needs to make sure the big black dog doesn't get discovered.
The corridor was deserted; the banquet might not be over yet.
The big black dog quietly followed him to a window.
Faced with an unfamiliar environment, it did not show curiosity at all, but instead was very cautious.
Stray dogs are suspicious, cautious, and extremely wary.
They have been injured and have been tempered by the harshness of life. They long for a loving owner and a home that can shelter them from the wind and rain.
"Don't make a sound, or I'll be going to the Headmaster's Office for tea again."
Regardless of whether he could understand or not, Vincent turned the open window into a rope.
He cast Cushioning Charm on himself and the big black dog, and then gave his hands a Protego.
After completing all the preparations, I squatted down and looked into its cloudy yellow eyes.
I tentatively reached out and hugged her; if she didn't resist, I applied a little more force.
It weighs about the same as the two little witches; you can carry it on your shoulder and hug it with one hand.
Vincent stood on the windowsill, threw down the rope, and gently patted the big black dog's back.
"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."
Hold the big black dog tightly with your right hand, and loosen your grip slightly with your left hand holding the rope.
He jumped from the windowsill, gripping the rope tightly just before landing.
Protego counteracted the friction, Cushioning Charm greatly reduced the shaking.
Well prepared, the big black dog didn't bark.
The noise came from the direction of the Great Hall; the banquet was indeed not over yet.
Vincent walked confidently into the Forbidden Forest.
The big black dog did not hesitate or show any fear, and followed quietly behind him just as before.
As I passed Hagrid's Hut, I could faintly hear a crackling sound.
A stench of rotten fish and shrimp lingered in the air, probably from some kind of magical aquatic creature used for teaching.
After passing through tall trees, we arrived at a cave. We stood there for a short while and then heard hissing sounds coming from inside.
A huge black shadow emerged from the burrow, and a large black dog bared its teeth and howled.
"Don't be afraid, this is my friend."
Vincent crouched down and gently stroked its back.
When Jormungandr poked his head out, the big black dog, who had stopped barking, lay down, curled up, and trembled.
This is an instinctive fear stemming from living beings.
"See, it's alright." Vincent reached out and touched Jormungandr's large face.
"You'll be neighbors from now on, so you must get along well."
"Hiss—" Jormungandr agreed.
The big black dog carefully stood up.
The fact that it didn't run away immediately proves that a trust had been established between it Vincent.
As the relationship deepens, it will surely emerge from the shadows.
"Jormungandr, this is Little Black."
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that the big black dog that turned its head away didn't like the name.
"Little Black?"
They completely ignored it.
It's all dark, so you can't call it Little White.
And it shares the same name as Rolf's Nine-Tailed Fox.
Cookies? Pies? Steaks?
Vincent turned the dog's head back, "Never mind, let's just call it Little Black."
Jormungandr rolled his eyes, and Little Black followed suit.
When it comes to naming things, he remains as simple and direct as ever.