This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In front of the werewolf leader, who was as big as Hagrid, the tall and thin werewolf was as small as Vincent and Hermione.

But the power he burst out could knock the other party to the ground.

"Ah!" He howled at Hermione, as if asking her to leave quickly.

Without time to think about why, Hermione immediately broke the other claw of the werewolf leader and rescued Vincent.

The situation was very bad, and a lot of blood oozed out of the bandage.

He hit it with all his strength, and then was caught and lifted into the air. The wounds that were about to heal seemed to be torn apart.

"I'm fine." Vincent gritted his teeth and raised his left hand, putting it on her shoulder.

Hermione carried him and walked away quickly.

But suddenly, the tall and thin werewolf flew over and hit them in front of them.

"Ah!" The werewolf leader roared, as if issuing a warning.

In response to him, there was a heavy collision like a truck.

He was not knocked away, but was pushed away little by little.

The werewolf leader had to shift his target to the front.

The thin and tall werewolf gradually couldn't push him anymore, so he hugged his waist and tried to push him down.

But unfortunately, the size difference between the two sides was too big.

In the face of absolute power, a momentary burst is futile.

The werewolf leader's thick arms hugged him, and the huge force made him wail and let go.

The thin and tall werewolf didn't give up, and a pair of claws grabbed the opponent's back.

Blood splattered, and the werewolf leader's eyes were terribly red.

"Ah!" He howled and increased the strength of his arms.

The thin and tall werewolf whimpered a few times, and his claws became less and less powerful until they fell down powerlessly.

Under such a terrifying squeeze, even if the ribs were not broken, it was estimated that the internal organs were injured.

Like a rag doll, the werewolf leader pinched his head and lifted him up, and then fell heavily to the ground.

But even if his breathing became very weak, he still held on to the leg that was moving towards Vincent and Hermione.

The werewolf leader kicked hard a few times but failed to kick it open, and gradually became more and more angry.

"Bang-Bang-Bang-"

Each kick was heavier than the last.

Vincent and Hermione stopped at the same time and looked back at the thin and tall werewolf who was kicked and vomited blood.

Even so, he held the werewolf leader's leg tightly.

Hermione pursed her lips, "We still-"

"No." Vincent took a deep breath, his left hand no longer resting on her shoulder, and gently hooked at the suitcase, "Remember the yacht that I blew into pieces with magic last year?"

Hermione certainly remembered, "Do you want to use your improved splitting spell to imitate it?"

Vincent shook his head, "I was actually lying to you, I didn't-"

"I know." Hermione helped him open the suitcase, "That's dark magic, right?"

"Yes." Vincent said nothing more, tremblingly reached in and took out his alder wand.

Hermione held his shaking left hand and pointed it at the increasingly angry werewolf leader.

The blasting spell is a curse, and therefore it is evil black magic.

If you want to cast it, you have to be affected by it.

Any black magic is like drugs. Wizards will unknowingly rely on this power too much, and finally lose themselves in it, step by step into the abyss of depravity.

But Vincent is an exception.

He is a natural master of brain occlumency, and his soul and spirit are immune to the influence of black magic.

Hermione felt his magic power agitated, and rushed to the alder wand with a breath of destruction.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and she watched Vincent's blue eyes turn black at close range.

"Thunder Explosion!"

It was not the silent spell of last year, but a complete spell.

The tip of the alder wand was jumping with abnormal black and red sparks.

This is not an ordinary blasting spell, at least not the blasting spell described in the book.

When the last syllable fell, black and red sparks shot towards the werewolf leader.

The dazzling fire lit up and directly submerged his upper body.

The successive explosions made Hermione realize something.

This blasting spell didn't seem to have a large range, but it was instantaneous and continuous.

Not to mention the werewolf leader, I'm afraid that even the fire dragon with extremely high skin magic resistance would not be safe.

The flames gradually disappeared, leaving only billowing black smoke.

"Winter--" A huge figure fell down.

"Finally put it down..." Vincent panted heavily and leaned weakly on Hermione.

After a blasting spell improved by Grindelwald, he felt exhausted again.

It was even more serious than the last time, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

"Awoo--" A long howl came from the black smoke that had not yet dissipated.

"It's bad!" Vincent looked around with difficulty.

The fact that the werewolf leader and the tall and thin werewolf could appear here means that other werewolves might also be there.

"Awoo--" The howling sounds that seemed to be in response came one after another.

After solving the big ones, a group of small ones came again.

When they saw their leader lying in the black smoke, even if they didn't lose their minds with red eyes, they would not let the two go easily.

Run with support like before?

It turns out that it doesn't work, and it will even waste energy.

Hide?

There are too many uncertainties. Who knows if the werewolves will dig holes like mice when they go crazy.

Vincent and Hermione thought frantically about countermeasures in their minds, but they didn't think of any good ideas until they heard the footsteps of running.

They couldn't run away or hide, so they had to fight.

Hermione helped Vincent sit down and took his wand to try it.

The spell was only halfway through when the tip of the wand blew away a large mass of air with a "bang".

"Use the gun blade." Vincent reluctantly raised his left hand, "I can't remove its protection mechanism now."

Temporary authorization requires a small amount of mana, but he can't even squeeze out a drop now.

Hermione searched for a while and quickly took out the gun blade from the suitcase.

Thanks to Vincent, she usually has many opportunities to touch firearms.

But she doesn't know how to shoot at all, and she has only touched the trigger a few times.

"I'll teach you."

Hermione put the gun blade into Vincent's hand without hesitation, sat behind him and held his wrist with both hands.

"A little lower, press my index finger."

After doing all this, the two of them looked at the tall and thin werewolf who fell to the ground and refused to let go even when he lost consciousness.

The blasting spell did not affect him directly, either because he was too seriously injured and fainted, or because he was shocked by the impact of the explosion.

Vincent tilted his head slightly, "See the small notch on the top of the gun? That's the notch for the sight."

Hermione, who was next to his face, stretched out her hand.

"Aim at it with your dominant eye, and then aim the muzzle at any target."

She closed her left eye and raised the muzzle of the gun to a tree not far away.

"Keep your hands steady and keep the three points in a straight line."

Hermione slowed down her breathing. Her hard training allowed her hands to stabilize and hold down the shaking muzzle.

"The recoil of the gun blade is not big. When you feel ready, that's when you pull the trigger."

As soon as Vincent finished speaking, Hermione had already pressed his index finger to pull the trigger.

A huge force came from the gun blade, shaking her subconsciously and leaning back.

As for the target tree, there was a small hole.

The mountain copper bullet engraved with magic circuits hit it.

But this is just the beginning. The werewolves will not stand still and take the beating.

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