Both Skele-Heal and Skele-Gro are targeted Potions specifically designed to treat bone injuries.
The former can heal bones, while the latter can allow bones to regrow.
Vincent has a fracture; drinking Skele-Heal will help.
Draco, who had his entire bone removed by Lockhart last year, was the only one who needed to use the more difficult-to-constitute Skele-Gro.
Hermione took out a few candies from her small white, semi-circular cloth bag. "Have some of these first. The bitterness of Skele-Heal won't last long."
She tore open the packaging bag, her small hand pausing halfway through its opening.
The atmosphere became awkward again.
Vincent was seriously injured, not crippled.
Isn't this a bit too much concern?
Just as she was about to put her little hand down, Vincent suddenly opened his mouth and said "Ah".
Hermione, her face burning, didn't dare look at him and hurriedly shoved the candy at him.
"Sigh—" This is the first time I've been face-to-face with someone.
"Ouch—" It hit my nose a second time.
"Stop!" Vincent had almost been shoved into his eye, leaned back in horror, staring at the candy that was about to touch his eyelashes.
The test results suggest that it seems there really is something going on with him.
Hermione mustered her courage, looked up, and gently held the candy to his lips.
Vincent stared blankly, his mouth agape once more.
They went on night out together, studied together, fought Voldemort together, encountered the Basilisk together, and used the Time-Turner together...
Tonight, we even followed Umbridge together to investigate the cause of the Dementors' anomalies, and together we took down more than a dozen Werewolf.
It's not that he's being delusional, but if he doesn't feel anything at all, then he's lived a truly unsuccessful life.
Hermione—
"Vincent— "
"Ladies first."
Hermione pursed her lips tightly, unconsciously fiddling with her fingers. "Vincent, you still have many scratches from tree branches all over your body..."
She suddenly scratched her head in frustration, "If—if it's not treated quickly, it's very likely to leave a scar."
Vincent wasn't stupid; he knew she was trying to change the subject.
"That's what I wanted to say too." He used his left hand to support his right arm, which hung limply at his sides.
"You know my parents' personalities. If they knew I brought home a lot of scars from school, I can't even imagine what they would send me."
This is absolutely not an exaggeration. The Wayne couple only have one biological son, so it's foreseeable that he would cause a minor Muggle to the Wizarding World.
Hermione hurriedly picked up the Universal Medicine Chest, "It's inconvenient for you to apply the medicine yourself, let me do it."
After she finished speaking, she pressed the Dittany grid, poured it into her palm, and spread it evenly.
"This..." Vincent looked down at the large and small wounds on his body.
He glanced at the Mithril Briefcase lying quietly nearby, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'll have to trouble you then."
As Hermione took off her tattered coat and shirt with one hand, she kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look over.
When Vincent's upper body was revealed to her, her attention was entirely focused on the bruises and scabbed wounds.
Hermione's fingertips gently touched a small cut caused by a twig. "So many wounds, it must hurt a lot."
"It's alright." Vincent smiled. "Although this is my first fracture, I often got injured when I was learning martial arts with my dad."
It didn't seem like he was forcing a smile, but he genuinely wanted to make her feel better.
They protected each other, and neither owed the other anything.
Hermione was very gentle when applying the ointment to Vincent, afraid that she might accidentally use too much force and pull on his almost healed wounds.
Her eyes were exceptionally focused, even more so than when she was in class.
After applying the medicine, wrap the bandage properly.
Vincent looked down, both amused and exasperated, at his right arm, which was slinged around his neck and tied with a tree branch.
It certainly won't leave any scars, but bandaging it like this...
Hermione circled him a few times, applied some Dittany to his lower back, and then untied and re-wrapped the bandages.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if she was quite satisfied with her work.
Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth.
If it weren't for the fact that there weren't many wounds on his legs, he would probably be bandaged up like Mummy.
His new look doesn't resemble a serious injury at all; rather, it looks more like he's partially paralyzed.
Yes, the upper body.
Never mind, I was worried about him after all.
Even though his expression could conceal it, his eyes ultimately betrayed him.
Hermione blushed and hurriedly picked up the items scattered all over the floor.
With nothing else to Vincent raised his left hand and beckoned to the scissors that his wristwatch had transformed into.
His strength had recovered considerably, and he successfully cast the Staffless Accio.
With a gentle touch, the Magical Runes.
At 1:30 a. m., we will be able to get back safely soon.
Vincent stood up and walked a few steps.
Hermione, who was packing her things, quickly came back to help him up. "Don't move around. Skele-Heal won't work that quickly."
"..." Vincent.
He wanted to say he was fine, but Hermione's concern warmed his heart, and he couldn't say anything.
Simple friendship seems to have become complicated.
If it were before tonight, he would have been certain that his choice would have been to clarify the relationship in a way that would neither cause embarrassment nor damage the friendship between the two parties.
But that's not possible now.
To be precise, it's that I don't want to.
"Vincent?" Hermione held out her little hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
"Sorry, I was daydreaming," Vincent, pretending to be nonchalant.
If it were someone else, they definitely wouldn't notice anything.
But standing in front of him was Hermione, who, if not knowing him inside and out, at least knew him well.
She played along perfectly, asking, "Are you worried about those Werewolf?"
Vincent nodded somewhat guiltily, "Yes—yes."
After a brief silence, Hermione continued tidying up the things on the floor.
Approaching the completely liquid fragments of the Mithril Robe, they seemed to be summoned back to the worn-out parts.
The robe was repaired in no time.
She picked up the suitcase and gently patted off the dust.
"Awooo!" A familiar howl suddenly broke the silence.
Hermione instinctively turned around.
In the woods behind Vincent, there was a pair of blood-red eyes that filled her with fear.
"Watch out behind you!" She ran over with all her might.
At the same time, the Werewolf leader leaped out of the darkness, charging toward his prey like a hunter who had lost patience.
Vincent instinctively lunged to the side.
The sharp claws grazed the neck, splattering a few drops of blood.
As if provoked, the Werewolf leader twisted his body back in a posture that no human could possibly do.
He stared intently at Vincent, who lay on the ground clutching his right arm in pain, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred.
The claw that had grown back slowly rose, as if it would bring death in the next instant.
"Bang!" At this critical moment, Hermione had finally arrived, raised her suitcase and gave the Werewolf leader a hard thud on the back.
However, this does not change anything.
The Werewolf leader didn't even glance back.
Despair instantly spread throughout Hermione's body.
She desperately reached out and clung tightly to the thick arm with its outstretched claws.
The Werewolf leader tried to shake her off several times, but he couldn't.
He grinned, revealing his Fire-Making Spell, burn-covered mouth, as if trying to switch the order.
Foul-smelling saliva dripped onto Hermione's pale face.
"Ah!" Vincent struggled to his feet and used all his strength to ram into it.
The Werewolf leader staggered and grabbed him in mid-air with his other claw.
It's over, completely over.
"Awooo!" Another howl rang out.
A tall, thin figure rushed over and lunged at the Werewolf leader's open mouth.
It's him! The Werewolf from the Shrieking Shack!