After repeatedly assuring them that they wouldn't reveal a single word, Vincent and Hermione returned safely to their dormitory under the escort of the professors.
After taking a hot shower, the two of them tacitly lay down on their beds and stared at the ceiling.
Ignoring the more complex issues, everyone was pondering why it needed to be kept secret.
If word gets out that the Werewolf have lost their minds and attacked the students, the Wizarding World's impression of them will definitely be ruined.
Those in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts will likely end up like most Werewolf, homeless and living a nomadic life, sometimes eating a meager meal.
Compassion?
No, there must be some other reason.
There are two Werewolf who have lost their minds.
The first is the tall, thin Werewolf he encountered in the Shrieking Shack, and the second is Warwick, the Werewolf leader.
The reason we were attacked by a large Werewolf tonight was because of the tall, thin Werewolf yelled after being tied up.
Without that howl, the Werewolf leader wouldn't have led his companions down the mountain, ultimately losing his temper and escalating the situation.
"Whose side are they really taking?"
With the same question in mind, Vincent and Hermione gradually fell asleep.
Vincent was woken up by his roommates shortly after dawn.
The professors, who were on night watch, dared to sneak out for a night stroll; there was nothing more Gryffindor than that.
"Old Wen, did Professor McGonagall catch you later?"
"Yes, I caught him red-handed when I came back."
His three roommates couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
Vincent humbly accepted the criticism and expressed his determination to continue his efforts and strive to break through his own limitations as soon as possible.
James patted him on the shoulder and earnestly advised, "Old Wen, the only person standing in your way to dominating the school now is Professor Dumbledore."
You must always be vigilant and act cautiously in order to stand firmly at the top of Hogwarts.
Vincent dodged his hand as he tried to reach out. "Sure, you'll be my personal henchman, the kind who's always on the front lines."
James felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.
To put it bluntly, a bodyguard is just cannon fodder; Crabbe and Goyle are the best examples of this.
"Huh?" Alfred noticed the small cut on the left side of Vincent's neck and quickly pulled James, who was enthusiastically embracing him, back.
"Old James, stop messing around, Old Wen has a wound on his neck."
Vincent felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by his roommates.
He took off his pajamas and put on a shirt, even pulling up his collar.
"Won't you be able to see it now?"
The three shook their heads decisively, including Neville.
Normal scars heal and are difficult to detect without close inspection.
His scars hadn't healed at all, and even though they weren't bleeding, the slightly everted skin was hard to miss.
"Old Wen, you should hurry and go to the Hospital Wing to find Madam Pomfrey."
"Yes, she can brew many kinds of medicine, maybe one of them can heal this wound."
Vincent wanted to refuse, but then he remembered the Werewolf that Hagrid had taken to the Hospital Wing last night.
It's already dawn; they've probably already deactivated their transformation.
If you're lucky, you might even catch a glimpse of her and get to know this true Champion who dared to demolish the Bat Cave.
After washing up, he went upstairs alone.
When they opened the door, they didn't see Madam Pomfrey, and the hospital beds were empty.
Since it's Werewolf, it certainly wouldn't be left outside.
Pushing open the innermost door, I didn't see anyone, but there was a small pile of bloody bandages on the ground.
He woke up? And then left?
Vincent was very disappointed by this.
He had just left the Hospital Wing when he saw Hermione running towards him.
They recognized each other by their eyes; they were all there to see that tall, thin Werewolf.
"Is he inside?"
"No, only bandages were left on the ground."
Hermione also seemed somewhat regretful.
"Shall we have breakfast together?"
"Good."
The two walked toward the stairwell with perfect understanding.
The way we get along seems the same as before, but there seems to be something different about it.
"I didn't do it!" came an angry shout from upstairs.
The voice sounded familiar; it seemed to be Lupin's.
"Who else could it be but you!" It was eerie and terrifying; it could only be Snape.
Vincent looked at Hermione and immediately drew his wand to cast the Disillusionment Charm.
"Snape, you know where I was last night. I simply didn't have any extra time!"
"Ha—who knows what you've been up to before!"
The two of them walked cautiously along the corridor wall toward the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from which the argument had taken place.
"In short, I didn't do it!"
"Snort!"
Suddenly, Snape slammed the door shut and stormed out.
Judging from his gloomy expression, he most likely failed to win the argument against Lupin.
Another Champion!
Having eaten their fill of melon, the two quietly retreated back to the stairwell.
"What do you think Professor Lupin did to make Snape so angry that his face turned black?"
"It's probably similar to tearing down the Bat Cave."
Vincent and Hermione suddenly stared at each other in surprise.
There were many professors on night watch last night, but apart from the drunk Trelawney, Lupin didn't seem to be seen either.
Let's make a bold assumption: what if he really is that Werewolf?
"Professor Lupin was one of the four students who bullied Snape, so he certainly had ample motives and reasons."
"But he's a wizard. I've never heard of Werewolf going to Hogwarts."
Hermione frowned. "I remember his Boggart was something that looked a lot like a crystal ball. What if it wasn't a crystal ball but the moon?"
Vincent glanced back at the third-floor corridor, then peered downstairs.
Once he was sure no one else was around, he gestured for Hermione to come closer.
"I'm only telling you this, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone else..."
The change of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from Nagini to Lupin was certainly not solely due to Sirius Black's escape.
On Harry's birthday, the Sneakoscope that Ron gave him kept beeping.
It wasn't broken at all, which means there are people with ill intentions nearby.
As always, the Ministry of Magic couldn't find anything during its investigation, and instead began to closely monitor the Dursleys.
Lupin was placed in the school by Dumbledore to protect Harry, and even if he were Werewolf, he wouldn't be Werewolf easily loses its mind.
Vincent's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had remembered something.
On his birthday, Snape gave him a high-level Potions recipe, a recipe for Wolfsbane Potion that could keep Werewolf sane.
"What's wrong?" Hermione waved her little hand in front of his eyes.
"Um... I think I've learned a really big secret."
Would Snape kindly hint at it to him?
It was clearly intended to use him to expose Lupin's true identity and ultimately expel his old rival from Hogwarts.
Just as Vincent was about to whisper in her ear, a series of crisp footsteps sounded behind her.
The two turned around at the same time and stood apart, looking rather awkward.
Lupin's smile was particularly intriguing. "Oh, it's you guys. You arranged to come downstairs for breakfast together?"
Hermione blushed, Vincent seemed a little flustered as well.
Lupin walked between them and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
He had clearly misunderstood, but neither of them offered any explanation.
Vincent whispered in Hermione's ear again after he had walked away.
"What did you say!?"
"Only this can explain everything. The real reason why the professors asked us to keep this a secret is probably because of this."
Speculation aside, the truth is just too hard to accept.