Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying-Chapter 565 - 180: Werewolf (2)

"I’m sorry, you’re still a child, I shouldn’t be telling you these things... Go back and study, and try not to come to the Forbidden Forest for a while."

Afterward, he carried Maurice, who was holding his breath, and strode into the forest.

Vid stood for a moment longer before turning around and heading toward the castle.

Hagrid had vaguely heard the howling of a werewolf earlier, and was standing outside his cabin looking around, holding an axe.

Seeing Vid, Hagrid dropped the axe and asked curiously, "Vid, who were you talking to just now?"

"The werewolf living in the Forbidden Forest," Vid said simply. "I found his child injured."

"Oh... that guy."

Hagrid relaxed, a conflicted expression appearing on his stubbly face.

"What’s the matter?" Vid asked curiously.

"Don’t approach them on your own, Vid," Hagrid said, tugging at his messy beard. "Of course, Remus is a good person, I quite like him; Lucas isn’t bad either."

"And then?" Vid asked with a smile.

"Well... but Vid, you’re too trusting toward werewolves."

Hagrid bent down, looking at him worriedly, and said, "Most werewolves are extremely violent, especially towards wizards; they don’t have a good impression. In the last war, almost all werewolves sided with the Mysterious Man."

"I understand," Vid sincerely accepted the advice and said, "I won’t approach unfamiliar werewolves casually again."

"That’s good." Hagrid didn’t doubt it, smiling happily at his words. "You could write a paper later, about how to properly distinguish werewolves..."

"Stop it!" Vid made a gesture and asked strangely, "Hagrid, why have you started assigning homework lately?"

Even taking students on "field trips," he made them bring a paper as a "souvenir."

"Oh, it was Professor Kettleburn’s suggestion," Hagrid said. "I’m very worried about you all being unable to pass the OWLs exam, I heard it’s dreadfully hard. Professor Kettleburn said if you write more papers, the knowledge will somehow stick in your mind..."

Vid was speechless.

The two who normally hardly wrote anything actually came up with a homework law to improve scores—truly unexpected.

He asked, "But Hagrid, isn’t that something only fifth-year students need to worry about? We’re only in third year, and you’re already assigning it?"

He enjoyed learning all kinds of magical knowledge he hadn’t encountered before, but writing papers on something he had already mastered was a test of his patience Vid didn’t have.

Hagrid scratched his head and said honestly, "Starting to learn early doesn’t hurt."

"It does," Vid said seriously, "If everyone knows there will be a lot of homework in this class, there might not be many new students willing to choose your class next year! Even Hermione can’t stand so many papers!"

Hagrid was stunned: "Really?"

"Of course." Vid nodded.

The Half-Blood Giant fell into contemplation.

Vid quietly left his side and headed toward the castle.

Speak of Hermione, and she appears.

When Vid stepped into the entrance hall, he saw Hermione get bumped into, causing all the books in her arms to scatter.

"Hey!" Hermione shouted angrily.

Pansy, who bumped into her, pretended not to see or hear, quickly walking into the Great Hall with a few other Slytherin girls, only to burst into gleeful laughter.

Hermione’s eyes turned fierce in anger, but she was too busy to retaliate, immediately crouching down to pick up the books.

Vid quickly approached, waving his magic wand, and all the books on the ground floated up and landed in Hermione’s hands.

The only book left was a thick Magic History, which someone had already picked up.

"Here you go, Granger." Carrel handed the book over.

"Thank you." Hermione took it, then glanced at Vid, reminding him, "Class is about to start, Vid, don’t be late!"

"Mm, I won’t miss the time." Vid asked, "Why didn’t you put all the books in your bag?"

All the bags of the SSC members had been cast with The Undetectable Extention Charm by him, able to hold many books without much weight.

"Oh, I was planning to return these books to the library at the same time," Hermione said hastily. "I have to go now!"

The girl hurriedly left, and when Vid turned his head, he found that Carrel had already left at some point.

"Looking for that little sharp tooth just now? He’s left with his girlfriend."

In the portrait hanging on the wall, a character lying across the frame suddenly spoke.

"Griffiths?" Vid looked at the red-haired character in surprise, and then asked, "Girlfriend?"

"I guess so," Griffiths said with a smile. "Although I haven’t heard any news, the two of them are close, and their relationship seems rather unusual."

Vid wasn’t interested in Carrel’s love life, but still warned, "Don’t spread rumors randomly, be careful of complaints from students, or you’d be moved to the Astronomical Tower again!"

Griffiths’s expression became solemn, making a motion as if zipping his mouth.

After watching Vid enter the Great Hall, he complained to the person beside him, "Youngsters nowadays really have less respect for their elders."

The person in the adjacent painting remained silent, eyes closed in sleep.

Griffiths seemed to be quite cheerful talking to himself, saying, "But that’s better; if everyone was always so deferential, it wouldn’t be much fun... Oh, no need to pretend to sleep, I won’t bother you today."

The elderly man with a pointed hat in the neighboring painting seemed determined to keep pretending to sleep, without even a hair moving, with only faint snoring proving it was still a portrait in the magic world.

Griffiths’s expression turned a bit melancholy as he retreated to his original place, sitting dejectedly as if transformed into a static portrait.

...

Werewolf Lucas hoisted his son onto his shoulder, letting him cling there, while scolding Maurice for being disobedient and getting into danger, striding towards home.

For some reason, from last night to today, the Forbidden Forest seemed to become suddenly friendly. He slept outside for a night, not in a cave, and not in a constructed nest, yet encountered no danger.

Suddenly, Lucas stopped. Simultaneously, Maurice raised his head, his wet nose sniffing hard, attempting to catch the odd aroma in the air.

"It smells like barbecue, dad," Maurice said pitifully. "I’m hungry."

"Just hold on for a moment." Lucas parted the bushes and cautiously walked towards the source of the smell.

A man lay on the ground, appearing bloodied and battered, with several burns on his body, and his hair nearly burned away.

Lucas carefully recognized him, then froze.

—Isn’t this the one who, a few days ago, asked him about the Acromantula nest? If he remembered correctly, he claimed to be a vampire.

Lucas looked back toward Hogwarts, seeing only endless trees and leaves.

He didn’t hesitate much and dragged the man up from the ground. Finding that he was still breathing, he took out a small crystal bottle from his waist pouch, carefully dripping a few drops into the man’s mouth.

Good magic potions always work immediately. After a while, the man barely opened his eyes, coughing a few times.

"Hey, Thomas," the werewolf asked. "Negotiations with the spiders didn’t go well?"

"Lucas... it’s good to see you."

Thomas recognized the guide he had previously hired, rose while holding his head, puzzled and dispirited, and said, "The negotiations failed completely... or rather, they were less meaningful than we thought—the members of the Spider Tribe were far fewer than anticipated."

"Fewer?" The werewolf didn’t get it, remembering seeing countless spiders when he passed by the spider nests not long ago.

He was about to ask when the vampire across from him suddenly made a "don’t talk" gesture.

Both fell silent, Maurice remaining completely still.

Then, they heard a chaotic, shuffling of footsteps approach and finally stop.