Chapter 83: 'Feeding”

Chapter 83: “Feeding”

Hermione and Neville, following the sound of Professor Trocars fading footsteps, crept along the corridor, making every effort to avoid making any noise.

As it was lunch break, hardly any people were in the corridor.

Professor Trocar was moving swiftly, his expression filled with worry.

Unaware of the two first-year students trailing behind him, he hastened towards the Hospital Wing, just as Hermione had anticipated.

Watching Professor Trocar enter through the gates of the Hospital Wing, Hermione and Neville quickly followed suit.

They hid behind the gate and listened attentively to the voices coming from inside.

Professor Trocar? Madam Pomfrey, the Hogwarts matron, sounded surprised. What brings you here?

I heard that Hufflepuff first-year Justin Finch-Fletchley was bitten by something, Professor Trocars voice remained calm. So I came to have a look. I have some knowledge about magical creature bites.

Thats wonderful! Madam Pomfrey exclaimed with excitement. Poor Mr. Finch-Fletchley, his condition is worse than Weasleys before His body seems to be reacting aggressively, convulsing violently. Honestly, I havent been able to find a solution yet.

Which ward is he in now? Professor Trocar inquired, his voice carrying a hidden sense of urgency.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

Despite his calm tone, anxiety lingered beneath the surface. He was clearly distraught.

Hes in the innermost ward, Madam Pomfrey replied gratefully. Thank you so much, Professor Trocar!

Youre welcome. Professor Trocar simply responded.

The sound of Professor Trocars footsteps gradually faded away.

Hermione and Neville exchanged glances.

Hermione, it seems like Trocar really went to see Justin! Neville whispered.

He claimed he was going to treat Justin Hermione shook her head. But who knows? Justins condition is already severe, and nobody would question Professor Trocar if he were to make it worse!

So, what do you suggest, Hermione? Nevilles expression revealed his hesitation.

We need to follow through. Miss Granger stated firmly.

This image would be etched into her memory for a lifetime

The pristine white sheets were drenched in crimson blood.

Their Transfiguration Professor, at that very moment, was feeding on blood!

Professor Trocars face, which might have been considered somewhat gentle on ordinary occasions, was now consumed by an insatiable thirst for blood, revealing a primal hunger.

He opened his mouth wide, exposing two elongated fangs, and plunged them into Justin Finch-Fletchleys neck.

The boys blood flowed continuously from the wound, some staining the bedsheets while the rest fed Trocars ravenous mouth.

He was feeding.

This cruel Vampire was feeding

Poor Justin Finch-Fletchley, still conscious to some extent, unable to utter a sound. He twitched and struggled helplessly while the repulsive Vampire drained him of his blood.

The sight was nauseating

Hermione couldnt help but cover her mouth.

Disgusting was the only word that came to mind after witnessing such a repugnant scene.

As they opened the ward door, the Vampire before the bed became aware of their presence. Trocar retracted his fangs, stood up, and turned to face them.

Fixing his eyes upon the unexpected intruders, the Vampires gaze took on a peculiar scarlet hue while droplets of Justin Finch-Fletchleys blood stained his robes.

He was staring at them!

Fear was the second emotion that overcame Miss Granger.

Her legs turned to jelly.

Under the Vampires gaze, her entire body trembled.

What should they do? What should they do? What should they do

Her mind went blank.