This Hogwarts is not normal

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

Perhaps because he was tired from sitting, Snape stood up and took a few steps.

It's only 1 a.m. and it will continue for several hours.

"Pah!" Just when he was imagining that he had caught those little bastards, there was a crisp sound of glass breaking.

Ah - what a beautiful sound.

The little bastards didn't sleep well, and they were clearly trying to make a fuss like this.

Want to lie to him?

no way!

Snape crossed his arms and stood in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.

If I guessed correctly, the little bastards should be hiding now, just waiting for him to enter before escaping.

Innocent!

As an experienced professor who firmly opposes students traveling at night, how could he be deceived by such a little trick?

Very suddenly, something glowing silver flew past the window.

Snape was very quick. He ran to the window sill with a bang and pulled out his wand as if he was going to shoot down what seemed to be a suitcase.

But he arrived late, and the suitcase was like a shooting star, drawing a silvery-white trajectory in the night sky and falling into the deep and silent Forbidden Forest.

"What happened?" Mag 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 is not about attacking in the east and attacking in the west, then there are only two possibilities left.

1. Tune 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 escaped long ago, so they dared to cast the flying spell to summon the suitcase without restraint.

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

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

McGonagall always felt that Snape was thinking too much in the corridor.

Vincent, this kid, has always made a distinction between public and private affairs, and even if he wanted to take revenge, he would not involve innocent professors.

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

McGonagall knew very well that Snape, who was walking heavily, would persuade him, and he would definitely go to the Forbidden Forest to arrest the person.

Rather than suffer along with it, it is better to investigate whether the sound came from Vincent's dormitory.

"Good luck." She said to the fat lady and walked into the Gryffindor common room.

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deep in the forbidden forest,

Before the werewolves pounced on the Mithril suitcase, Vincent had already caught it firmly.

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

"Click, click, click—" A large string of blue-glowing bullets came out of the chamber.

The tall and thin werewolf fluttering in the air fell down with a howl.

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

The effect far exceeded expectations, and I was more certain to defeat them all.

However, under the pale moonlight, the werewolf's eyes actually reflected an even 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 a gun blade made of pure mithril is, it cannot be endured by this physical strength.

My wrists are numb and my shoulders are sore.

With trembling hands, he pulled the trigger at the werewolf that flew towards him again.

The muzzle of the gun rose diagonally, hitting the werewolf along the trajectory.

After suffering losses twice in a row, the opponent did not stop because of this. Instead, he rushed over as if he was irritated.

"Hold my hand!"

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

Pressing down hard, the gun was pointed at the werewolf again.

Following a series of blue-fire bullets, he fell down with a roar of pain.

Let’s solve one first, but that’s just the beginning.

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

Vincent quickly switched the gun blade to his left hand.

A very good start.

The less the opponent dares to attack, the more energy he can recover.

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

One, two, three, four...a total of 17.

If the werewolves attack at the same time, they cannot be resisted with just a 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 lying on the ground and howling in a low voice, and then looked at the two people opposite.

"Ouch!" 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, "With such a strong body, I'm afraid it would take an orichalcum bullet to cause damage."

“Ouch!

"The werewolves roared filial piety together with the leader, making both of them dizzy.

An attack would be launched at any time, but Vincent did not dare to cover his ears and moved the muzzle of the gun towards the werewolf leader with difficulty.

Hermione shook her head and cast the Iron Armor Charm.

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

The two sides faced off like this for more than half a minute, until the werewolf leader half lay down.

This is a sign before an attack.

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

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

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

Hermione understood, but didn't put on her robes.

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

She hesitated, then finally put on her robe.

Mithril's hardness is not top-notch, but it is fluid and malleable.

Clothes woven with layers of thin threads are not only difficult to puncture, but also have a strong cushioning effect.

The robe was too big, and the hem hung a little on the ground.

Hermione glanced quickly at Vincent, her eyes becoming firmer.

She is actually the same.

Because I didn't work hard enough, I accidentally fell down.

Because he wasn't strong enough, he put on a mithril robe.

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

Although it cannot be fired continuously, it can fire orichalcum bullets with stronger penetrating power and carving out magic circuits.

The blade under the muzzle can handle close combat, as long as you are careful not to get bitten.

After making all preparations, the opponent finally made a move.

The werewolf leader's head was pressed against the ground, and his limbs were 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.

Nearly 5 minutes, the threat of firearms can only buy this little time.

"Ouch!

"After the deafening cry, the werewolves pounced on us.

"Peng——" The red light flashed and the orichalcum bullet pierced the shoulder of the werewolf in front of him.

Vincent quickly moved the muzzle of the gun, locked eyes as sharp as a sword on the other werewolf, and pulled the trigger of the gun blade again.

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