This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1334 Hermione, Who Isn't So Reasonable

Vincent's familiar tone was like a nightlight in the darkness, gently soothing Hermione's tense nerves and dispelling her grievances.

She subconsciously pouted, an expression she only showed in front of him. "That's just how it is! You're allowed to stand in front of me as the tragic hero, but I'm not allowed to make any grand ambitions?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her cheeks involuntarily flushed.

Vincent chuckled softly on the projection screen.

He stopped pretending to be serious, leaned back, relaxed, and gazed tenderly at Hermione's slightly flushed cheeks and her bright, glaring eyes.

"That's much better. I still prefer Hermione Granger as she is now."

Hermione felt a little embarrassed by his gaze. She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of brown hair that had fallen behind her ear. "You're just good at saying nice things..."

She was complaining, but a sweet smile quietly curved her lips.

“I’m telling the truth,” Vincent said softly. “Compared to the you who said you would protect me, I do prefer the you who… well… the you who is less reasonable at certain times.”

Hermione's face flushed even redder, and a series of intimate images that only the two of them knew flashed through her mind.

She glared fiercely at Vincent on the projection screen, but it had little power. "You...you're talking nonsense! We're talking about serious matters!"

“Alright, alright, let’s get down to business.” Vincent’s smile didn’t fade at all. “Anyway, leave Malfoy’s matter to me and Dumbledore. Your job is to protect yourself and keep your friends happy. Can you do that?”

Hermione could sense the worry and trust in his smile. She nodded gently. "I know. I'll be careful. You too, you must be careful of Wolf Syndrome."

"Mmm," Vincent replied softly.

The call continued for a while longer, during which the two exchanged a few trivial updates about their recent lives.

Vincent has been training the second batch of Maxma troops recently. Tonight is a full moon night, so he's letting them see werewolves to broaden their horizons.

Hermione also mentioned some interesting classes and gatherings with friends. She said that the mysterious power from the East was very effective and asked him to send her a few more bottles when he had time.

It wasn't until someone on Vincent's end indicated that it was getting late that the two reluctantly ended their call.

The projection screen went out, and the abandoned storage room was once again shrouded in darkness.

Hermione tidied her slightly disheveled hair, and with a heavy heart, pushed open the door and walked towards the kitchen.

Pushing open the door with the fruit bowl mural, she was immediately enveloped in warm, sweet air and a lively atmosphere.

The kitchen was brightly lit, and the long table was filled with a dazzling array of desserts. Fred held a plate of his homemade dessert in his hand—a plate of jelly that kept changing color.

Cedric and Cho sat in a slightly distant corner, sharing a plate of what looked like a normal apple pie.

Astoria ate her cake in small bites, listening curiously to Fred's explanation.

"Our boss is finally here!" Fred put down the green-turned jelly with a wicked grin. "You're so late, did you go to contact some criminal outside of school?"

Hermione sat down casually and pointed to the plate of jelly that had turned pink again. "What's this?"

Fred raised his chin high, picked up the jelly again, and enthusiastically introduced it: "Ta-da! This is Hogwarts' most creative dessert of the year, the psychedelic jelly!"

He pointed to George, who was slumped in a chair next to him, seemingly somewhat delirious. "Did you see the effect? ​​George took a bite half an hour ago, and he said he saw Professor Frivi dancing ballet."

Hermione looked at George and saw that he was drooling.

She took the hot milk Daphne offered. "Fred, are you sure George doesn't have food poisoning?"

Fred raised his index finger and shook it confidently. "Believe me, the process of making the psychedelic jelly is more rigorous than Snape's potion making. George's performance is normal."

"Oh." Hermione glanced at the long table in front of her, ignoring the various oddly shaped desserts, and reached out her little hand to pick up the safest-looking chocolate muffin.

"Won't you try a bite?"

"Thank you, but I don't have that idea at the moment."

Hermione's cold rejection did not dampen Fred's enthusiasm; he approached the corner where Cedric and Cho were with a wicked grin.

"Hey—pretty boy, would you like to try some of this?"

As expected, Fred returned dejectedly.

Hermione, like everyone else, was amused by his dejected appearance.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that her smile occasionally pauses for a moment, and her fingers unconsciously rub the warm cup, as if she's thinking about something.

Daphne, sitting next to Hermione, noticed something was amiss, but she didn't ask anything. She simply looked away calmly and returned her gaze to the exquisite plate in front of her.

The dessert seminar proceeded amidst laughter and joy. George later woke up and said he had a dream, a very long dream, in which Dumbledore retired and Snape became the new headmaster of Hogwarts.

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There is a large area of ​​moorland on the border between Devon and Somerset, known as Exmoor Moor.

It looks incredibly desolate and quiet, but a military base is hidden underground.

This is the official training base of the Maxma Force, a special unit dedicated to dealing with magical matters.

After ending his communication with Hermione, Vincent returned to the massive concrete training ground. In the realistic jungle created by magical projection, the first batch of 50 members were conducting an attack drill against a squad of werewolves.

Hunter's attention finally left the field when he saw him return. "Aren't you going to talk to your girlfriend a bit more?"

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Uncle Hunter, didn't you ask someone to call me back? Don't worry, my specially made collar has been rigorously tested and there's no danger."

Hunter looked back at the field with a slightly embarrassed expression. "I know, I'm just worried they might get that disease."

Vincent didn't say anything. Wolf syndrome is similar to some Muggle diseases—incurable and with a high infection rate—so it's normal to be afraid.

He turned to look at the hundreds of new recruits watching the exercise from the other side.

Seeing werewolves, terrifying creatures that only exist in stories, for the first time, they all showed the same fear as expected.

The fear was silently shattered when the first batch of heavily armed Maxma units took down a werewolf.

Vincent took in the shock and confusion on their faces; that was exactly the effect he wanted.

As the last werewolf fell, he looked at Hunter beside him and said, "The rest of the work is up to you, Uncle Hunter. I have to go out for a bit."

"Going out so late?" Seeing that he didn't intend to explain, Henry nodded and didn't press the matter further.

Vincent turned and walked into another passage, at the end of which was a heavy alloy door.

On the other side of the door was a helipad converted from a natural cave, where his vehicle—the Voice of the Night—was quietly parked.

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