One coincidence may indeed be a coincidence, but when so many coincidences are intertwined, they can no longer be called coincidences.
Dumbledore would certainly be fully prepared to hire a Werewolf as a professor.
And so Snape, who had a grudge against Lupin, reluctantly brewed the Wolfsbane Potion.
Therefore, his loss of reason was not due to an accident, but rather because, as Potions Master, he deliberately reduced the effectiveness of the Wolfsbane Potion.
But then the real surprise came.
No wonder they didn't pursue the matter of sneaking out of the castle, no wonder they were willing to hand over their most treasured Miracle Potion.
It turns out that the mastermind behind everything was that shameless Snape.
Hermione suddenly stopped in front of the Great Hall door. "But Professor Lupin doesn't seem like a liar. If he demolished Snape's office, why didn't he admit it just now?"
Vincent placed his hand on the door. "He must have lost his mind when he took it down, so strictly speaking, it can't be considered that he did it."
Smearing that kind of lake onto the wall and then spreading it evenly—is that something a mentally sound person could do?
So, if Snape's Potions hadn't been faulty, the two of them wouldn't have had to fight a huge Werewolf last night.
Moreover, without Lupin desperately holding off the Werewolf leader, even if he wasn't torn apart, he would have been infected and turned into Werewolf.
Hermione nodded in agreement.
Lupin is Werewolf and a wizard, and his tattered clothes show that he is not doing well.
It doesn't seem like he's feigning helplessness to gain sympathy; it's more like he's choosing to live alone in a deserted place to avoid intentionally hurting others.
He's a good professor, and also a good Werewolf.
The real culprit was Snape, who was in charge of brewing the medicine.
You think you can get rid of them with just two bottles of Miracle Potion?
By the end of the school year, most of the items from the Bat Cave had been returned, making a thorough "scorched earth" operation inevitable.
With his desire for revenge growing stronger, Vincent finished his breakfast through gritted teeth.
After that, he went to the Owl Court Club Room on the fifth floor and unleashed a barrage of attacks on several large sandbags.
Hermione, sitting in the audience, pursed her lips tightly, making Daphne next to her think the two had quarreled.
"Does he know? Or did you tell him?"
Hermione quickly nodded, blushing, then shook her head.
Daphne felt a bit confused.
They already know, but haven't stated the relationship?
This...
While the two little witches were whispering, Vincent soon knocked a sandbag down.
Daphne, who roughly understood what was being said, didn't know what to say.
She had never been in a relationship before and couldn't figure out what kind of relationship the two of them had.
Close friends of the opposite sex?
Good buddy?
Best friend?
So Vincent in the ring was worried about how to face Hermione.
"No, we were angry about something else."
Under Daphne's persistent questioning, Hermione didn't reveal a single word.
"All I can say is that we promised to keep it a secret, and I really can't say anything more."
With another loud "bang," Vincent knocked down the second sandbag.
Daphne's mind was even more confused.
She wasn't curious about the secret that couldn't be told, but rather she felt that they were both deliberately avoiding something.
Vincent rarely showed her emotional side; the last time was when the two of them were blocked on their way to the Forbidden Forest by Byron and his group of Black Swan.
Hermione is even better at hiding her feelings. She didn't show it when she was ostracized by her classmates when she first entered school. If Vincent hadn't taken her on a night out later, she probably wouldn't be able to open up to anyone now.
Daphne suddenly stared at her blankly, "You wouldn't have been at that time..."
"When?"
"It's you guys..."
With a "bang," the third sandbag came down.
Hermione blushed and looked away from the ring. "I don't know. My opinion of him changed a lot back then. Maybe I even had a tiny bit of a crush on him."
Daphne finally understood.
Both of them are better at hiding their feelings than the other, and neither of them is willing to take the first step.
Hermione is a girl, so it's normal for her to be a little shy.
Vincent probably didn't want to ruin their friendship, so he pretended not to know even though he did.
"Sigh—" Daphne sighed softly, "Aren't you really going to take the initiative to do anything?"
Hermione was taken aback by the question.
Both she Vincent are more rational than emotional, so their ambiguous relationship is likely to last a very long time.
But she has to admit that she is completely defeated when it comes to attracting the opposite sex.
Vincent is handsome, tall and strong, and has a very strong personality. He also has a lot of dazzling halos around his head.
Hermione is certainly excellent, but compared to others...
Daphne noticed that her gaze was starting to waver, so she suddenly reached out and pressed her hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione, you don't need to feel inferior at all. Vincent is not a superficial person."
There are many beautiful girls in the world, but not all of them are as intelligent as you. Even if they are as smart as you, they can't help him with everything.
No matter how beautiful a vase is, it can only silently protect the other from behind.
Hermione's eyes hardened as she regained her confidence. "Then what should I do? Should I go and talk to him and make things clear?"
"No." Daphne glanced at the ring.
They've almost knocked all the sandbags down, but they still look very angry.
"What you need to do is not try to catch up with his back, but to truly stand shoulder to shoulder with him."
Hermione nodded seriously.
To achieve this goal, we definitely need to be busy.
On Monday,
After attending three classes simultaneously, Hermione walked to the Transfiguration classroom while studying.
She was reading "Advanced Potion-Making," a textbook that students learn in sixth or seventh grade.
Perhaps the content was too obscure and difficult to understand, because she didn't relax her furrowed brow until McGonagall walked into the classroom.
As usual, during the first half of the class, they raised their hands to answer questions and earn House Points. During the free practice in the second half of the class, they also earned House Points with their excellent performance.
Many students noticed that she had changed; she seemed to have become much more confident.
McGonagall nodded silently on the podium.
After what happened the night before last, it seems Hermione has grown up.
Vincent can't tell yet, but he's probably the same as her.
In fact, only Neville knew that he wasn't paying attention in class, and that his notes were just some random scribbles.
But they are all incredibly complex, the kind that make you dizzy just by looking at them.
The bell rang, Vincent closed his notebook.
After McGonagall announced the end of class, he was the first to take his textbook and leave the classroom.
The next Defense Against the Dark Arts, which will likely be another practical lesson.
The Little Lions entered the classroom full of anticipation, but in the next moment they all seemed to freeze in place.
The professor standing on the podium was not Lupin, but Snape, whose lips were slightly upturned and who seemed to be in a good mood.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes sweeping over the Little Lions.
Except for one or two who quickly calmed down, the others each had their own doubts.
Wow—it's great that Potter and Weasley n't here.
Vincent adjusted his shirt collar. "Professor Snape, what's going on?"
"Lupin has taken leave." Snape squinted, noticing the scar on Lupin's neck.
"He said he was feeling unwell today, so he earnestly entrusted me to give you the lesson."
"What—" Seamus quickly covered his mouth.
The feeling of eagerly anticipating something only to have it dashed is incredibly painful.