This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The orichalcum bullet with white magic circuits was as dazzling as lightning, and just as fleeting as lightning. ♦♦  ♦♦

It dispelled the darkness, even if only for a moment.

A werewolf fell down while still sprinting forward.

He covered his thigh and wailed in pain.

Three companions fell down, but instead of being afraid and retreating, they became even more ferocious.

"Awooo--" The werewolf leader raised his head and howled at the moon, rushing forward like a speeding truck.

Vincent knocked down another werewolf and quickly pointed his gun at him.

The orichalcum bullet, shining with dazzling white light, embedded itself in the arm covered with hard hair.

"Puff puff puff--" The werewolf used his arms to protect his body and slowed down a little.

"They are coming!" Hermione shouted, standing behind Vincent.

Her armor spell could barely cover the front.

Vincent lowered his gun blade and chanted the spell: "Armor protects!"

The werewolf leader was already running in front, and hit the newly formed light blue magic barrier with his shoulder.

Vincent tightly grasped the alder wand and gritted his teeth to hold on.

If it weren't for the few shots just now, he would have been knocked away directly.

Hermione felt the pressure on her back, and her two small hands held the wand tightly against her body.

With a "winter" sound, a werewolf rushed over.

Almost at the same time, the sharp claws emitting a cold breath stabbed towards the gap between the two armor spells.

"Bang--" The gunshot sounded, and the fourth werewolf was knocked down.

The werewolf leader, who was only separated by a layer of magic barrier, seemed to flash a red light in his eyes for a moment.

"Ah!

!" He opened a pair of sharp claws and grabbed like crazy.

Once, twice, three times.

Vincent struggled to hold on, "We are in big trouble!"

Hermione, who was back to back with him, was pushed forward, "Me too!"

The werewolf on the other side of her barrier shook his head and then ran away.

With a "winter" sound, another werewolf crashed into him.

"Hermione, turn your head!" Vincent kicked the box up and clamped it with his elbow, and dug out a bottle of golden potion from it.

He bit off the cork and handed it to Hermione's mouth.

Snape's version of the vitality tonic did not have the taste of jasmine, but it was not particularly unpalatable.

The whole body was warm, and even the ankles did not hurt much.

The magic barrier in front of her magically expanded a circle, perfectly wrapping up the gap in the middle.

Vincent quickly turned out one bottle of potion after another.

Perception potion, strength potion, agility potion, excitement potion, healing potion...

With the increase in potion power, Hermione withstood the collision again and again.

Perhaps knowing that it would be ineffective to continue, the werewolves scattered far away.

The werewolf leader did the same, not waving his sharp claws.

"No, they haven't given up yet." Vincent continued to take out the potion.

Snape is indeed a potion master. He had dispelled all the fatigue in his body just after drinking the vitality tonic.

If he had known that the effect was so good, he should have drunk it first before fighting.

"Awoo--" The werewolves who retreated far away raised their heads and howled at the moon.

If I guessed correctly, they would attack at the same time this time.

"What should we do?" Hermione subconsciously pressed her back to Vincent.

"If so many werewolves come at us, we may not be able to resist even if we drink the potion."

Vincent motioned her to look at her feet.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and then smiled knowingly.

Knowing that they would lose if they went head-on, let the other party suffer the consequences.

As the werewolves rushed over one by one, they both looked ahead with extraordinary calmness.

Fifty feet, thirty feet, ten feet.

"Now!" As Vincent shouted, Hermione and he simultaneously pointed their wands at the ground.

Invisible magic penetrated in, compressing the soil at their feet into a rapidly expanding pit.

"Whoosh", the two fell in.

It was too late to stop.

The werewolves on the ground collided with each other, and the powerful impact shook them back.

The strongest werewolf leader only staggered a few steps, but his left arm dropped down, obviously broken.

"Awoo--" he roared, his eyes turned blood red.

The sharp right claw pierced into the pit that was about to close, raising a large piece of soil.

Vincent raised the gun blade high above his head and blocked the heavy claw in time.

The werewolf leader's right claw was like an axe, slashing on the mithril blade of the gun blade one after another, splashing thin pieces of hard keratin debris.

The mithril blade was like a nail plate, shortening his claws bit by bit.

The debris scratched Vincent's resolute profile, leaving a shallow blood mark.

As if stimulated by the smell of blood, the werewolf suddenly grabbed the gun blade and opened his big mouth that exuded a foul odor.

The poisonous saliva flowed down, and he held the gun blade tightly, as if he wanted to lift Vincent to his mouth.

Hermione hurriedly hugged Vincent, whose feet were off the ground, and then pointed the wand at the big mouth full of fangs.

"Flames!"

The werewolf leader's mouth, which was still secreting saliva, was ignited by a small flame.

He loosened his claws and fell outside and rolled.

Vincent turned his head and looked at Hermione.

The two tacitly pointed their wands at their feet, so that the magic power would no longer compress the soil.

The pit rose up, and the first thing they saw was the werewolf leader who was biting the ground.

He repeatedly bit off the dirt and spit it out, which was very confusing.

Although the flame of the fire spell had been extinguished, the mouth is one of the most vulnerable parts of animals.

Trying to relieve the burning sensation through pain?

No, it's more like losing reason.

Vincent and Hermione ignored him and began to look around.

The werewolves hit by the orichalcum bullets were still lying on the ground wailing, and only a few of the werewolves that collided with each other were awake.

The tall and thin werewolf who was knocked down first sat on the ground, curled up with his hands holding his head tightly.

Although his expression could not be seen, according to the ordinary bullets scattered nearby, the injury he had just suffered was probably almost healed.

I don't know if he was autistic or regained his reason, but even the weakest werewolf has such a strong recovery ability, it is not a wise choice to waste time with them.

"Have we won?"

Vincent looked back, "Probably not yet."

Hermione pursed her lips, and suddenly let go with a red face.

Maybe she didn't mean to hold him all the time. After all, she was so shy, it could only be careless.

"Ahem..." Vincent raised his gun blade and took a step forward.

The werewolves saw the gun pointed at the leader who was still biting the ground, and they all stood up and roared loudly.

"Huh..." Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, they are not like their leader."

After fighting with the werewolves, I realized that the way to make them lose their minds was very simple.

If they were not knocked down immediately, it would arouse the beastly nature hidden deep inside.

"Simply penetrating is not suitable for dealing with them. Paralysis or hypnosis would probably be a better solution."

Hermione did not dare to look at him, and nodded with a red face to agree with his analysis.

Although there were many close contacts, it was obviously not the time to consider these.

After a brief discussion, the two decided to leave here as soon as possible.

In the case of being discovered, the flying broom is undoubtedly the fastest way.

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