I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 203 Vampires?

—Lying in bed, Lupin looked at the gifts, and his eyes gradually reddened.

As a werewolf destined to be alone for life, he was lucky.

Whether when I was young or now.

He had never felt such intense adoration before.

The trust from the young wizards filled his parched heart with joy.

After a while.

A healer wearing a green robe walked in.

"You're recovering very well." She smiled as she looked at Professor Luping on the bed.

"It's quite good." Mrs. Weasley's anger vanished, replaced by worry on her face.

Looking at the other beds in the ward, he said, "Poor Johnny, he was sucked dry by the monster and turned into skin and bones. I wonder when he will recover."

"Their condition isn't good," the therapist sighed. "Strictly speaking, Mr. Lupin is the only wizard in the hospital who has recovered; the others' conditions are far from optimistic."

"They all had some physical disability, except for Mr. Lupin, whose body was intact."

"Everyone is different!" Sirius quickly interjected, diverting the therapist's attention.

He was terrified that the woman would discover Lupin's werewolf identity.

"Maybe~" The therapist didn't seem too satisfied with this reason, her cautious eyes constantly scrutinizing Professor Lupin.

The professor felt somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze and involuntarily looked away.

"Oh! By the way, Doctor, do you know which ward Lavender is in? She's the girl who was admitted with Professor Lupin." Hermione suddenly remembered something.

She and Lavender were roommates.

"Lavender!" the therapist replied without hesitation, "in the next room."

"I'll go check on her." With that, the little witch squinted and gave Owen a look, the meaning of which was clear: she wanted him to come along.

Okay~ He returned the gaze.

We need to give Harry some space; he needs to talk to his favorite professor.

The two then left the ward.

Next door, a white sign hung on the double doors: "Permanent Biological Damage."

Through the window in the door, the two could see a wizard moving around in the room.

"Is this the place?" Hermione asked, staring at the sign on the door with some confusion.

"Permanent biological damage?"

This looks very serious.

Didn't Kolavend bleed too much?

While this might be considered a serious injury in the Muggle world, it's nothing in the magical world!

"I don't know, let's go in and take a look."

As he spoke, Irving pushed open the door and entered.

This is a four-person room.

And it's obvious at a glance that this is a long-term ward.

There were many personal items around the hospital bed.

There are more wards than Professor Lu Ping's next door.

Two incredibly emaciated male wizards lay among them; if it weren't for their slightly rising and falling chests, Owen would hardly believe they were two living people.

There was another person with other injuries. He must have been bitten by some kind of magical animal. His body was covered in cracks, he was panting heavily, and fire would occasionally come out of his mouth.

Lavender was the last one.

She looked much better.

He was holding a dark red lollipop in his hand, licking it with great fascination.

"Hey, Kyrie."

Alright~

The girl was clearly ignoring Hermione beside him on purpose.

"Did you come to see me?" She widened her eyes in surprise and waved.

His face was beaming with joy.

"Hmm—it seems you're recovering quite well!" Irving remained composed.

He was slightly afraid of this enthusiastic and unrestrained girl.

Because she might actually jump up suddenly, hug him, and kiss him.

She really will do it.

Because she has already done it.

Fortunately, Miss Hannah's methods were extremely cruel, and she reacted quickly.

With one petrification spell, she was forced to stand still for several hours.

"Yeah, I wasn't really hurt," she said, continuing to lick her lollipop. "I woke up in the school infirmary."

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

"Hi Hermione, you're here too! And you brought a gift, is it for me?"

"Hmm—" The little witch's expression was not good at all.

With a cold expression, she placed a pile of things beside Lavender's bed.

She was annoyed by Lavender. Although their relationship wasn't exactly great, they still saw each other every day. It was infuriating that she was being ignored like this.

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

Yes, besides the patient in the hospital bed, there were also many of the patient's friends or relatives in the room.

Lavender's mother was also sitting by the bedside.

She was a young woman with long, dirty blonde hair, wearing a light green robe adorned with various sparkling ornaments.

Her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with tears; she had clearly been crying.

Upon seeing Irving and the others, he quickly wiped himself clean and forced a smile.

"Want to try this lollipop?" Lavender enthusiastically pulled two bright red candies from the box beside him. "Wow! I never knew these were so delicious."

"No need." Hermione frowned slightly, because the moment she took out the lollipop, a strong, overwhelming smell of blood hit her.

She tried to avoid it, but the smell hit her face.

"It's alright, you can try other things. This is something I made myself, you can try it!" On one side of the hospital bed, Lavender's mother, Mrs. Brown, suddenly stood up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She stared in horror at the lollipop in her daughter's hand, then glanced at Owen and Hermione.

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

It contained several pieces of pastry.

It is in the shape of all sorts of animals.

"Thank you!" Owen didn't refuse, but instead reached in and grabbed a piece, stuffing it into his mouth.

He knew he had to give the mother a way out.

Otherwise, she can forget about having a slightly better mood today.

When Irving tasted the pastry, he only found it sweet. Apart from that, its crust was quite crispy, but there wasn't much other flavor to speak of.

"You must be Lavender's classmates!" The mother's expression softened slightly.

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, forcing a smile, she said, "This child has been a troublemaker since childhood, and doesn't have many true friends. I..."

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

There were tears welling up in his eyes.

"She's actually quite popular," Irving comforted her.

This is not flattery; compared to Miss Granger beside her, Lavender was indeed quite popular in Gryffindor.

"Is that so?" the mother replied silently.

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much." Owen glanced at Lavender, who looked bewildered, then turned to her mother and continued, "Headmaster Dumbledore is a kind man; he will allow her to continue her studies."

Mrs. Brown's pupils constricted, and she stared at Owen with a look of horror.

"That's fortunate, considering there were other dark creatures at Hogwarts Castle that day. Some of them were furry. Compared to them, she's much luckier now."

Irving spoke frankly.

Yes, it's obvious that Lavender, who was bitten by a Blood Ancestor, became a vampire.

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

Or perhaps they had this suspicion, otherwise Lavender wouldn't have moved in here.

However, what puzzled Owen was that the Blood Ancestor had already become a Deathborn at that time, and whether his blood still possessed the power of the Embrace was debatable.

But as things stand, Lavender has indeed shown some vampire traits.

For example, her face is as pale as snow, she now likes to post things with blood and gore, and the color of her pupils has changed from light blue to dark red.

"By the way, your mother's cakes are quite delicious. Maybe we should all learn how to make them and try making them ourselves when we go back to school." Then Owen casually turned to Lavender and started talking about pastries.

"Of course, my mother makes the best pastries. She has an excellent grasp of the heat, and the crust is always very crispy."

At this moment, Lavender seemed unaware of the abnormality occurring in his body.

He was still happily introducing the pastries that had been placed in the box and inviting Hermione to try them.

"Yes, that's true."

The sense of taste remained unchanged.

Irving pondered for a moment.

Vampires aren't incapable of eating other foods; it's just that they can't taste anything that doesn't contain a lot of magic, as if it were tasteless.

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

Here, although vampires and werewolves are both dark creatures, wizards are significantly more accepting of vampires than werewolves.

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

To be precise, they feed on the magic contained in blood, because although vampires are also wizards, once they become vampires, their bodies no longer generate magic on their own. They must rely on external sources to replenish it.

Therefore, vampires here will not attack Muggles because they have no magic, and they generally will not attack wizards either, because compared to magical creatures such as dragon blood, elf blood, or even unicorn blood, the magic contained in wizard blood is too weak.

It's like how you might need to eat a lot of vegetables to feel full, but half a chicken is enough to fill you up.

Therefore, unlike werewolves, vampires still hold some status in the magical world.

Yes, but not many.

Professor Horace Slughorn, the previous head of Slytherin House, had a vampire student, and a very good one at that, who was a member of his Slug Club.

Judging from Lavender's current performance, she does not seem to have lost the magic of a human wizard.

This can be seen from the fact that she didn't notice anything unusual about herself for so long.

If she truly became a vampire, the bloody lollipops made by Honeyduke, which contained no real blood whatsoever, wouldn't provide much magic. (The lollipops the Duke used to make with some magical herbs contained a certain amount of magic.)

Just like a starving person surviving on water, she was bound to realize it sooner or later.

The fact that she is unaware of it means that her body is still generating magic and does not need external replenishment.

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

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

This is fantastic news.

At least she didn't actually become a vampire.

After all, drinking dragon's blood every day is quite expensive.

Not every family can afford to eat dragon's blood as their main food.

"What are you talking about!" Lavender asked, looking at him curiously.

Irving responded with a smile, "You're very lucky. Of course, you have to thank Professor Lupin; he saved you the moment you needed him."

"Hmm—I should thank him."

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

She was still reeling from the shock that Owen had already noticed something amiss with Lavender.

Her mind was filled with worry about what would happen to her child at school.

Will I be discriminated against?

Will they be like those dark creatures in stinking ditches, never able to stand normally in the sunlight their entire lives?

Could she be taken away by the Ministry of Magic and imprisoned? After all, wizards always discriminate against dark creatures, and there are strict laws governing them.

"Hi, Owen, Mom said we can go up to the sixth floor to eat first. She made a ton of food."

"Wow! Hi Lavender, your reply looks pretty good!"

At that moment, Ron suddenly walked in.

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

"You need to be discharged soon, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up on your classes." Before leaving, Hermione suddenly turned back and waved her arms at Lavender on the hospital bed, happily saying goodbye to them.

Then, visibly, the little witch's face fell instantly. She then glared at her with a sullen expression.

After leaving the ward, they ran into Harry.

He said Sirius Black had something to discuss with Professor Lupin and told them to go eat first.

The sixth floor houses a tea room and a shop.

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

"Lavender looks a bit strange." After finishing their meal, the group sat together and chatted.

A witch as clever as Hermione naturally figured it out.

She said, "I've never seen a wizard like blood lollipops before."

"." Owen rolled his eyes at her, focusing on something unique!

Then he added, "Dumbledore liked it too."

"Professor Dumbledore? Doesn't he like anything sweet?" Harry retorted mercilessly, probably thinking of the silver platter full of cockroaches in the headmaster's office.

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

"Hey, hey, hey, what's with your amazing attention span?"

Irving stared helplessly at the three men.

"Didn't you realize that Lavender might become a vampire?" he asked Hermione seriously.

"What?" The little witch covered her mouth, looking surprised.

The other two also looked terrified.

"We'll need to investigate this in detail. After she goes back, you can feed her some magical materials like dragon blood and see if her magic power surges." Owen rubbed his head. "If she can absorb the magic power of dragon blood, then she might have already become a vampire. If not, perhaps after being bitten by the Blood Ancestor, she just likes bloody things?"

"I will." Hermione nodded solemnly.

As an academic superstar who has read and memorized the entire book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," she naturally knows what the characteristics of vampires are.

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

"I saw that she was pale and thought she hadn't fully recovered from her illness."

"Alright, it's not a big deal. It's just hard to accept. Being a vampire is better than being a werewolf." Owen patted his belly and stood up.

He greeted the three men and prepared to return to Professor Lu Ping's ward.

At the staircase, portraits of many therapists hang on both sides.

They yelled at the young wizards, diagnosing strange and unusual ailments and devising all sorts of terrible cures.

For example, they might mistake Ron's freckles for a flower bag.

"What is that?" he asked angrily, the therapist having already chased Ron through six picture frames.

Some people's kindness can be unsettling.

"This is a chronic skin condition, young master. It will leave scars, making you even less attractive than you are now—"

"Who are you calling unattractive?" Ron blushed instantly.

Is he admitting that he's ugly?

"Only by taking a toad's liver and placing it on one's throat, and standing naked amidst a bucket of fish eyes when the sun and moon are shining brightly—"

"I don't have pimples!"

"But your face has glaring flaws, young master—"

"Those are freckles!" Ron roared. "You quack, go back to your own picture frame and stop bothering me!" He turned to the others who were trying their best to keep a straight face.

Then, amidst the expressions of the other three who lived in Bengbu, he angrily stormed up the stairs to the fifth floor.

Then, due to his recklessness, he ran into a witch.

There were too many people in the corridor.

"I'm really sorry," Ron said curtly.

Then I looked up and saw a terrifying old witch.

She wore a green robe and a worm-eaten fox fur cloak, and her pointed hat was clearly decorated with a vulture specimen. Hermione took a half-step back in surprise.

But Ron did not back down at all; he looked at the old witch as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

They even commented on the vulture specimen on her hat.

"It's a style from sixty years ago from the Tuofan clothing store. My mother also bought one, but of course, it was secondhand," he explained to Hermione.

"Back then, wizards liked to put animal specimens on their hats, which made them feel powerful and mysterious."

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What kind of dark aesthetic is this?

"Then they should put Voldemort's noseless face on a hat, how powerful and mysterious that would be," Owen quipped.

He disliked the culture, music, and clothing of the wizarding world.

That's too unconventional.

For example, he wants to buy some furniture for his family.

In Diagon Alley, you can always buy furniture in the style of the 17th and 18th centuries, specifically from the Victorian era.

It's not that he doesn't like it, but he simply has no other choice.

It gives people a strong feeling that they have money but nowhere to spend it.

(End of this chapter)