"Perhaps...we should ask Hagrid." Hermione said, and the three stood on the stairs for too long that it turned to move again.

Harry held his hand and stood firmly, hesitating: "Hagir won't tell us..."

"How can I know if I don't try it?" Hermione said, lifting her robe like she lifted her skirt and jogged back to the platform downstairs.

"Go now?" Harry said quickly, Hermione had no intention of answering. It seemed that even if Harry didn't come, she would have to go alone. He had to follow.

Ron swallowed and felt like he was on the pirate ship. The stone steps swayed and were about to move again. Ron was so scared that he quickly held the handrail and shouted to the two running down: "Wait for me!"

...

"It's so bold. The school rules strictly prohibit entry into the right corridor on the third floor. You guys are running in." Hagrid walked from the kitchen of the back room with thick gloves, carefully putting the hot soup on the wooden table, scolding the three little guys.

Harry and the other two followed Hagrid, and Hermione said, "This is not the point, the point is that Snape wants to break into the trapdoor guarded by the three-headed dog."

Hagrid sat on the sofa, took off her apron and thick gloves, and said without caring: "You mean Maomao? No one can deal with it. Except for me and Dumbledore."

"Maomao? That monster has a name?" Hermione was surprised. Ron wanted to sit down, but saw Hagrid's dog named Teeth staring at him and licking his nose, so he had to stand with Harry Hermione honestly.

"Of course there is a name, it's my dog." Hager's tone added a few memories: "I bought it from an Irish man last year at a bar, and then lent it to Dumbledore to guard... I can't say it, don't ask anymore, this is the top secret."

"But Hagrid, Snape wants to steal what Maomao guards." Hermione stared at Hagrid with bright brown eyes, and wanted to convey the seriousness of the facts to him.

Haeger looked unscrupulous: "Bad talk, Snape is Hogwarts' teacher."

"I saw a scar of fur biting on his legs," Harry interjected.

Hager was stunned for a moment and sat down slightly. The face covered by curly hair and beard made people feel serious: "You three are all right, it's not your turn to take care of this. It's too dangerous. The things that the dog guards are the secrets of Dumbledore and Nick Meller, and you shouldn't know."

"Nick Meller? Who is he?" Harry repeated the strange name.

"I accidentally let my mouth missed, I accidentally let my mouth missed..." Haeger said to himself regretfully, then stood up and pushed the three little guys in front of him out the door.

"You should leave. The monsters are raging and they dare to run around."

"It has been cleaned up by us." Hermione dodged Haig's big hand like a palm-leaf fan and turned around lightly.

"You guys? How could that be?" Hager said with distrust. No one came to tell him about the trolls being subdued.

"It's true." Harry defended. "Wang Yao..."

Hermione covered Harry's mouth, which was almost leaking, and calmly replied with Harry's hesitant background voice: "Wang Yao was injured because of this and was in the medical room for treatment. It's all my fault..."

"Is he important?" Hager's tone revealed a hint of concern.

"It should be fine with Professor Dumbledore."

"That's good." Hagrid patted his chest with relief, opened the door and began to slam the people. The wind poured in through the crack of the door, making a whistling sound.

"Okay, go quickly. After being found out that the lights were turned off, Professor McGonagall knew that he would punish me together."

...

"What should we do? Hagrid knows, but he doesn't tell us at all." Harry had to shout so that his two companions could hear the sound. Outside the small stone house, the three of them advanced towards the Gryffindor Tower in the wind. The clouds above their heads were covered with purple rasps. The lawn under their feet was blown by the wind and layers of waves like waves. The three of them were robeing roars were whipped back by the wind.

"Hagge told us." Back to the corridor, the wind weakened greatly. The corridor was empty, and the candlelight on the wall trembled slightly. Hermione tilted her head and brushed away her hair scattered on her forehead without any hurry or slow.

"Nick Meller."

Ron spread his hands: "But we don't know who he is."

Hermione calmly arranged: "Tomorrow you go to the library to check the information."

Harry noticed her words and asked in confusion: "What about us...what are you?"

"I want to take care of Wang Yao. Boys are always clumsy in taking care of people." Hermione raised her head slightly, revealing her delicate chin, and she should have answered naturally.

"Not Dumbley..."

"Dumbledore will not be with Wang Yao forever." Hermione interrupted Harry.

"But..." Harry hesitated. He couldn't tell Hermione about Wang Yao, so he had to say: "You won't regain your vitality."

"That's it... OK." Hermione thought for a moment, stopped insisting, and turned to Ron: "Then we will go to the library to check the information tomorrow. Now let's go back."

"Yeah." Ron nodded and agreed. Then he yawned. He was still sleepy after so many things.

...

The next morning, Harry, who had been restless all night, came to the ward of the medical room with dark circles. He saw Wang Yao leaning on the bed, eating an apple while flipping through a book.

"Wang Yao!" Harry's face showed a strong surprise, ran to the bed, and could hardly help but throw himself into Wang Yao's arms. "Are you okay?!"

"You expect me to have something to do, just lose my strength." Wang Yao chuckled and handed Harry the half-bited apple to him, looking in a good mood.

After fighting with the monster, he felt relieved. When the T virus was violent, he would lose his mind, but after exiting the violent, he could recall that memory would flow into his mind like a tide. He knew very well what had happened to him.

Without considering the negative, his violent combat power was simply amazing. The terrifying creature four meters high was actually hit by him. He did not deceive Harry, except for losing his strength, and there were no other side effects. Even the injuries and penetration injuries on his legs were completely recovered, and there was no trace of scar.

Harry was stunned and reached for it. As a result, Wang Yao retracted his hand in a giggle, took another big bite, pointed at the fruit basket at the head of the bed and said, "There are so much spicy around, so eat mine."

"This is for you..." Harry laughed for a long time, and suddenly thought of something. With curious eyes, Wang Yao groped in his robe pocket and finally took out an test tube.

"I thought you would be useful so I secretly collected some." Harry smiled shyly.

"This is..." Wang Yao was stunned, threw away the apple core, and took the test tube with red blood swaying inside. "Tiger...?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, looking like he was waiting for praise. If he had a tail, he would sway.

"It's great, Harry." Wang Yao suppressed his ecstasy and smiled and patted Harry's little head. He was also a teenager at this time, and such behavior made people look weird.

In the battle with the monster, the monster's blood will irrepressibly come into contact with Wang Yao. However, he has no change, which has made Wang Yao determine a theory in the genetic engineering laboratory: passively accepting blood will only be eliminated by the T virus in the body as an external enemy. Only when he subjectively produces the idea of ​​"swallowing" will the T virus ingesting gene function will be activated.
Chapter completed!