- Lupin, who was lying on the bed, looked at the gifts, and his eyes gradually turned red.

As a werewolf destined to be lonely for the rest of his life, he is lucky.

Both when you were young, and now.

He had never felt such a strong love.

The trust from the little wizards filled his dry heart with happiness.

After a while.

A healer in a green robe walked in.

"It's recovering well." She smiled and looked at Professor Lupin on the bed.

"That's good." Mrs. Weasley's anger turned to anger, and her face reappeared worried.

Looking at the other beds in the ward, he said, "Poor Johnny, who was sucked into skin by the monster, doesn't know when he will recover." ”

"None of them are doing well." The therapist sighed softly. "Strictly speaking, Mr. Lupin is the only wizard in the hospital who has recovered, and the rest of the people are not doing well."

"They are more or less physically crippled, only Mr. Lupin, who is physically intact."

"People are different!" Sirius hurriedly opened his mouth, diverting the healer's attention.

He was afraid that the lady would find out about Lupin's werewolf identity.

"Maybe~" Miss Therapist didn't seem to be quite satisfied with this reason, and her cautious eyes kept looking at Professor Lupin's body.

The professor was a little unnatural by her, and his eyes couldn't help but look away.

"Oh! By the way, doctor, do you know which ward Lavender is in? It was the girl who was admitted to the hospital with Professor Lupin. Hermione suddenly thought of something.

She and Lavender are roommates

"Lavender!" Miss Therapist replied without thinking, "It's in the next room." ”

"I'll go see her." As she spoke, the little witch squinted and gave Owen a look, which meant very clearly, and asked him to follow.

Well~ he responded to the gaze.

Harry had to be given a little bit of space to talk to his favorite professor.

The two then walked out of the room.

Next door, a white sign hangs on the double door, 'Permanent Creature Damage.' ’

Through the window on the door, the two could see a wizard walking around the room.

"Is this it?" Hermione stared at the sign on the door in confusion.

"Permanent biometric damage?"

This looks serious.

Didn't Ravende bleed too much?

While this may be a serious injury in the Muggle world, it's not a problem at all in the wizarding world!

"I don't know, go in and have a look."

With that, Owen pushed the door open.

This is a quadruple room.

And at first glance, you can tell that this is a long-stay ward.

Lots of personal items around the bed.

More than Professor Lupin's ward next door.

There were two shriveled wizards lying there, and if it weren't for their slightly heaving chests, Owen could hardly believe that they would be two living people.

There is also one other injury, he is supposed to have been bitten by some kind of magical animal, his body is full of cracks, the whole person is panting, and the mouth will spew fire from time to time.

The last one is Lavender.

She looked much better.

Holding a red, dark lollipop in his hand, he is licking it very obsessively.

"Hi, Owen."

Get~

The girl was clearly deliberately ignoring Hermione beside him.

"Are you coming to see me?" Her eyes widened in surprise and she waved.

Joy was written all over his face.

"Uh-huh, looks like you're recovering well!" Owen exercised restraint.

He was a little afraid of this enthusiastic and unrestrained girl.

Because she really might suddenly jump up and hug him for a kiss.

She's really going to do that.

Because she's done it before.

But fortunately, Miss Hannah's methods are extremely cruel and react quickly.

As soon as the petrification spell was fired, she was punished to stand still for hours

"Well, I wasn't hurt in the first place." She continued to lick the lollipop and said, "I've woken up in the school infirmary. ”

As she spoke, she finally noticed Hermione, who was pulling out a large bag with a Christmas present.

"Hey! Hermione, you're here too, and you've brought a present, is it for me? ”

"Hmm-" The little witch's face was not at all pretty.

With a cold face, she placed a bunch of things beside Lavender's bed.

Dissatisfied with Lavender, although their relationship is indeed not very good, but no matter how they say it, they see each other every day, this guy is so disregarded about himself, it is really infuriating.

At least pretend to be enthusiastic, there are other people in the room.

Yes, in addition to the patient in the hospital bed, there are several friends or relatives of the patient in the room.

Lavender's mother was also sitting on the edge of the bed.

It was a young woman with dirty blonde hair, dressed in a pale green robe, and covered in all sorts of shiny pendants.

Her eyes were red and her cheeks were stained with tears, and it was clear that she had just cried.

It's just that after seeing Owen and them, he quickly wiped it down, held it up, and smiled reluctantly.

"Would you like to try this lollipop?" Lavender enthusiastically pulled out two bright red candies from the box in his hand, "Oh my God! I hadn't found this stuff so delicious before. ”

"No need." Hermione frowned slightly, for the moment she took out the lollipop, a rich, huge smell of blood came to her face.

She avoided it, swept away by the smell.

"It's okay, you can try something else, I made it myself, you can try it!" On one side of the bed, Lavender's mother, Mrs. Brown, like a cat with its tail stepped on, suddenly stood up.

She looked horrified at the lollipop in her daughter's hand, then at Owen and Hermione.

Then he snatched the lollipop from Lavender's hand, and then, with a reserved smile, took a pink box from the cabinet next to him.

It contained several pieces of pastry.

It is the form of various animals.

"Thank you!" Owen didn't refuse, but directly reached out and grabbed a piece from it and stuffed it into his mouth.

He knew he had to give the mother a step.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have thought about having a slightly better mood today.

In the mouth, Owen only felt sweet, but other than that, the skin was quite crispy, and then there was not much flavor to speak of.

"You're Lavender's classmates!" The mother's face changed slightly.

She seemed relieved.

Then he put up a smile again and said: "This child has been unconscious since he was a child, and he has few real friends. I"

As she spoke, Mrs. Brown suddenly seemed to remember something, and her eyes dimmed instantly.

There was fluid swirling in the eye sockets.

"She's actually quite popular." Owen reassured.

This is not flattery, compared to the Miss Granger next to her, Lavender's popularity is indeed quite good in Gryffindor.

"Really?" The mother replied silently.

"You don't have to worry too much." Owen glanced at Lavender, who looked dazed, then turned to her mother and continued, "Headmaster Dumbledore is a generous man, he will allow her to continue her school." ”

“.” Mrs. Brown's pupils constricted, and she stared at Owen in horror.

"It's a good thing, but there were other dark creatures that appeared at Hogwarts Castle that day. There were some furry things, and she was much luckier than those now. ”

Owen said bluntly.

Yes, it's clear that Lavender, who was bitten by a Blood Ancestor, turned into a vampire.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries should already know.

Or maybe they have this kind of speculation, otherwise Lavender wouldn't have lived here.

What puzzled Owen though. At that time, the Blood Ancestor had already become a dead one, and it was debatable whether his blood still had the ability to embrace it for the first time.

But for now, Lavender does exhibit some of the qualities of a vampire.

For example, her face is as white as snow, for example, she now likes to produce bloody things, such as her eyes, and the hue of her pupils has changed from light blue to dark red.

"By the way, your mother's cake is quite delicious, maybe we should all learn it, and we can go back to school and make it ourselves." Then Owen casually turned back to Lavender and talked about the pastry.

"Of course, my mom made the best pastries, she had a good grasp of the heat, and the crust was crispy every time."

At this time, Lavender did not seem to notice the abnormality of his body.

He was still happily introducing the pastries that had been put in the box, and invited Hermione to try them too.

"Well, that's true."

The sense of taste has not changed.

Owen groaned.

It's not that vampires can't eat other foods, it's just that they can't taste ingredients that don't contain a lot of magical powers, like chewing wax.

And the vampires in the Harry Potter world are very different from the vampires in other worlds.

While here, although vampires belong to the same category as werewolves as dark creatures, wizards are significantly more accepting of vampires than werewolves.

This is because, the vampires of the Harry Potter world do not feed on blood.

Specifically, they feed on the magic contained in their blood, because although vampires are also wizards, once they become vampires, their bodies will no longer reflexively produce magic. It is necessary to rely on foreign substances to replenish it.

So the vampires here don't attack Muggles because they don't have magic, and they don't usually attack wizards, because the magic of wizards' blood is too thin compared to dragon's blood, elven blood, or even unicorn blood and so on.

It's like if you eat a lot of vegetables, you may have to eat a lot of vegetables to be full, but if you eat meat, half a chicken will be full.

So unlike werewolves, vampires still have some status in the wizarding world.

Yes – but not much.

The previous head of Slytherin House, Professor Horace Slughorn, had a vampire student, and was an excellent student, a member of his slug club.

And judging by Lavender's current performance, it seems that she has not lost the magic of a human wizard.

This can be seen from the fact that she has not noticed the anomaly in her body for so long.

If she did turn into a vampire, the bloody lollipops made by Duke Honey alone, which didn't contain any real blood at all, wouldn't provide much magic. (The Duke uses a lollipop made of some magical herbs, which contains some magical powers.) ）

Like a hungry person who only drinks water, she will notice it sooner or later.

Now that she didn't notice it, it meant that her body was still generating magic and didn't need to be supplemented by the outside world.

That's why she didn't notice anything unusual.

"It doesn't seem like a big problem." He nodded.

That's great news.

At least she didn't really turn into a vampire.

After all, drinking dragon blood or something every day is still quite expensive.

Not every family can afford to eat dragon's blood.

"What are you talking about?" Lavender looked at him curiously.

Owen replied with a smile: "You are so lucky, of course thanks to Professor Lupin, he saved you in the first place." ”

"Well—I should thank him."

On the other side, Mrs. Brown also nodded mechanically.

She hadn't seen anything unusual in Lavender from Owen, and she was shocked.

Her mind is full of her own children, what will she do in school in the future?

Will it be discriminated against?

Will it be like those dark creatures in the stinking gutter, unable to stand in the sun normally all their lives.

Will she, she will be taken away by the Ministry of Magic and then locked up, after all, wizards always discriminate against dark creatures, and there are strict laws governing them.

"Hey! Owen, Mom said we could go to the sixth floor and eat first, and she made a whole bunch of food. ”

"Wow! Hello, Lavender, you look at the reply quite well! ”

That's when Ron suddenly walked in.

"Okay!" Owen responded, then waved goodbye to Lavender and her mother on the bed.

"You'll have to be discharged early, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with the rest of your classes." Before leaving, Hermione suddenly turned around and waved her arms at the hospital bed, and said Lavender happily saying goodbye to them.

Then, visible to the naked eye, the little witch instantly collapsed. Then he glared at her sullenly.

After leaving the ward, they happened to meet Harry.

He said Sirius was going to talk to Professor Lupin about something, and let them go to dinner first.

On the sixth floor is a tea room and shop.

They sat in the tea-room, ordered a few cups of black tea, and then the lady gladly allowed them to use the tea-room as a dining room.

Lavender looked a little strange. After eating, several people sat together and chatted.

A witch as smart as Hermione saw something.

"She's going to like to eat bloody lollipops, and it's the first time I've seen a wizard like that," she said. ”

“.” Owen gave her a blank look, preferring to focus on the point - so unique!

Then he said, "Dumbledore likes it too."

"Professor Dumbledore? Doesn't he like anything sweet? Harry complained ruthlessly, presumably remembering the silver plate full of cockroaches in the headmaster's office.

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore is like that!" Ron agreed.

"Hey, hey, what's going on with your magical attention?"

Owen stared at the three men helplessly.

"Didn't you find out that Lavender could be a vampire?" He looked at Hermione and said earnestly.

"What?" The little witch covered her mouth with a look of surprise.

The other two were also terrified.

"We'll have to investigate it in detail, and when she gets back, you can feed her some magic materials like dragon blood and see if her magic power will skyrocket." Owen rubbed his head, "If she can absorb the magic of dragon blood, then she may have become a vampire, if not, maybe she just likes bloody things after being bitten by the Blood Ancestor?" ”

"I will." Hermione nodded solemnly.

As an extreme student who has read the entire "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" backwards, she naturally knows what the characteristics of vampires are.

"Oh my God, I just remembered that she was bitten by a vampire!" Ron said in shock.

"I saw that her face was pale, and I thought she was sick and not completely well."

"Come on, it's not a big deal, it's just hard to accept in my heart, it's better to be a vampire than a werewolf." Owen patted his belly and stood up.

Greeting the three, he prepared to return to Professor Lupin's hospital room.

At the staircase, there are many portraits of therapists hanging on both sides.

They yelled at the young wizards, diagnosed strange illnesses, and came up with terrible cures.

For example, the freckles on Ron's face are used as loose flowers.

"What's that?" He asked angrily, the healer had already chased Ron for six frames.

Some of the warm-hearted ones are uncomfortable.

"This is a scab on the skin, young master, and it will leave a scar that you don't like more than you currently have-"

"Who do you say you don't like?" Ron instantly turned red.

Is he bluntly saying that he is ugly?

"But take the liver of the toad and stick it to the throat, and stand naked in a bucket of fish when the sun and the moon are bright—"

"I don't have a pimple!"

"But your face is flawed, young master—-"

"That's freckles!" Ron was furious, "You quack, go back to your own frame, don't pester me!" He turned to the others who were trying to keep their faces strained.

Then, in the expressions of the other three Bengbuzhu, he angrily rushed over the stairs to the fifth floor.

Then, because of his recklessness, he ran into a witch again.

There were too many people in the hallway.

"I'm sorry." Ron said stiffly.

Then when I looked up, I saw a terrible old witch.

She wore a green robe in a moth-eaten fox skin, and her pointed hat was clearly decorated with a specimen of a vulture, and Hermione was a little surprised by her calves.

But Ron didn't back down, and he looked at the old witch with disgust.

She even commented on the vulture specimen on her hat.

"My mother also bought a style from 60 years ago, and of course that one was second-hand." He turned to Hermione as he explained.

"At that time, wizards just liked to put taxidermy animals on their hats, which made them feel powerful and mysterious."

“.”

It's all a dark aesthetic.

"Then they should put Voldemort's noseless face on their hats, how powerful and mysterious it is." Owen complained.

He didn't like the culture, music, costumes, or anything about the wizarding world.

It's too non-mainstream.

For example, he wants to buy some furniture at home.

In Diagon Alley, you'll always find Victorian-style furniture from the 17th to 18th centuries.

It's not that he doesn't like it, but he just doesn't have a choice.

It gives people a strong feeling that they have money and no place to spend it.

(End of chapter)