This Hogwarts isn't normal.

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Perhaps he was tired of sitting, so Snape stood up and walked a few steps.

It was only 1 a.m., and he still had to continue for several hours.

"Pah--" Just as he imagined that he had caught those little bastards, a crisp sound of glass breaking rang out.

Ah--what a wonderful sound.

The little bastards didn't sleep well, and made such a noise. It was clearly an attempt to divert attention.

Want to trick him?

No way!

Snape folded his arms and stood in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

If I guessed correctly, the little bastards should be hiding now, just waiting for him to go in and then slip away.

Naive!

As an experienced and senior professor who firmly opposed students' night walks, how could he be fooled by such a trick.

Very suddenly, a silver-glowing object flew past the window.

Snape was very fast, and ran to the windowsill with a "pop", pulling out his wand as if he was going to shoot down the thing that looked like a suitcase.

But he was too late. The suitcase, like a meteor, drew a silver-white track in the night sky and plunged into the deep and silent Forbidden Forest.

"What happened?" McGonagall ran over from the corridor.

She had just been patrolling nearby and heard the crisp sound of glass breaking.

Snape sneered, "Wayne's suitcase flew towards the Forbidden Forest."

If it wasn't a diversion, then there were only two possibilities.

First, lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Attract the professors' attention to the Forbidden Forest, and the little bastards can sneak out.

Second, the little bastards had already sneaked out, so they dared to cast the flying spell to summon the suitcase unscrupulously.

According to Snape's understanding of Vincent, this was actually an organized and premeditated provocation.

The Forbidden Forest is so big, just come over if you have the guts~

McGonagall always felt that Snape in the corridor was overthinking.

Vincent has always been a clear distinction between public and private, and even if he wants to retaliate, he will not involve innocent professors.

Besides, he has a time converter. Maybe he just forgot to bring his suitcase when he went out in a hurry?

McGonagall knew that Snape, who was walking with heavy steps, would definitely go to the Forbidden Forest to arrest people no matter how he persuaded him.

Rather than suffering together, it is better to investigate whether the sound came from Vincent's dormitory.

"Good luck." She gave the Fat Lady a password and walked into the Gryffindor common room.

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Deep in the Forbidden Forest,

Before the werewolves pounced, the mithril suitcase had been caught steadily by Vincent.

He took out the gun blade and changed the form to a large-capacity P90.

"Da Da Da Da——" A large string of blue-glowing bullets were fired.

The tall and thin werewolf pounced in the air and fell down with a wail.

Although it was just an ordinary bullet and the accuracy was not very good, it would scratch the skin if it tickled too many times.

The effect far exceeded expectations, and it was more certain to knock them all down.

However, under the pale moonlight, the werewolf's eyes reflected a more ferocious red light.

Vincent released the trigger and pressed down the muzzle of the gun that was about to rise to the sky.

No matter how small the recoil of the pure mithril gun blade is, it is not something that can be endured by this physical strength.

His wrist was numb and his shoulder was sore.

He pulled the trigger at the werewolf who pounced on him again with trembling hands.

The muzzle of the gun rose diagonally and just swept the werewolf along the trajectory.

After two consecutive losses, the opponent did not stop, but rushed over as if he was enraged.

"Hold my hand!"

Hermione stood on tiptoe and hooked Vincent's raised right hand.

Pressed down hard and aimed the muzzle at the werewolf again.

Accompanied by a series of blue-flaming bullets, he fell down with a painful roar.

Solve one first, but this is just the beginning.

Those taller and stronger werewolves did not approach rashly, but lay down on the spot and roared.

Vincent quickly switched the gun blade to his left hand.

A good start.

The less the opponent dared to attack, the more physical strength he could recover.

"Look behind them!" At Hermione's reminder, he saw more werewolves.

One, two, three, four... 17 in total.

If the werewolves attacked at the same time, they could not be resisted by just one gun blade.

While the two were thinking about countermeasures, a werewolf nearly three meters tall and as big as Hagrid ran to the front and stopped.

He glanced at the werewolf who was lying on the ground and howling, and then looked at the two people opposite.

"Ah!" He roared, opening his sharp claws.

Hermione grabbed Vincent's left arm tightly, "Isn't he the werewolf leader who greeted you?"

"It seems so." Vincent smiled bitterly, "He is so strong, I am afraid that it will take orichalcum bullets to cause damage."

"Ah, ah, ah!

!" The werewolves roared with the leader, shocking the two people dizzy.

The attack could be launched at any time. Vincent did not dare to cover his ears and moved the gun towards the werewolf leader with difficulty.

Hermione shook her head and cast the armor charm.

Facing 17 werewolves at once, no one was sure they could resist.

The two sides confronted each other for more than half a minute until the werewolf leader half-prostrated.

This was a sign before the attack.

Vincent gritted his teeth and kicked the suitcase to his right hand.

He bent down slightly, clamped it with his chest and chin, and then opened it, and took out a black robe woven with mithril from it.

"Put this on!" Vincent put the robe on Hermione, his eyes never leaving the werewolf leader.

Hermione understood, but did not put on the robe.

Vincent said in an unquestionable tone: "Listen to me, put it on quickly!"

She hesitated, but finally put on the robe.

The hardness of mithril is not the best, but it is fluid and plastic.

Weaving clothes with layers of fine threads is not only difficult to pierce, but also has a strong cushioning effect.

The robe is too big, and the hem drags a little on the ground.

Hermione quickly glanced at Vincent, her eyes became more determined.

She is actually the same.

Because she didn't work hard enough, she accidentally fell.

Because she was not strong enough, she put on the mithril robe.

Vincent changed the magazine and changed the gun blade back to its original form.

Although it can't fire continuously, it can fire more penetrating copper bullets with magic circuits.

The blade below the muzzle can handle close combat, just be careful not to get bitten.

After making all the preparations, the other side finally made a move.

The werewolf leader put his head on the ground, his limbs tense as if waiting for something.

The other werewolves slowly moved their positions, surrounding Vincent and Hermione from a distance, as if they would attack together at a signal.

It was nearly 5 minutes, and the threat of guns could only buy this little time.

"Ah!

!" After the deafening cry, the werewolves really started to pounce.

"Bang--" The red-shining mountain copper bullet pierced the shoulder of a werewolf in front of him.

Vincent quickly moved the muzzle of the gun horizontally, his sharp eyes like a sword locked on another werewolf, and pulled the trigger of the gun blade again.

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