This Hogwarts is not normal

The orichalcum bullets that carve the white magic circuit are as dazzling as lightning, and as fleeting as lightning.

It dispels the darkness, if only for a moment.

A werewolf fell down while still sprinting forward.

He covered his thighs and moaned in pain.

The three companions fell. Not only did they not retreat in fear, but they aroused a more ferocious side.

"Ouch!" The werewolf leader raised his head and howled at the moon, then rushed towards it like a speeding truck.

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

The orichalcum bullet blooming with dazzling white light was embedded in the arm covered with hard hair.

"Puff puff -" The werewolf protected his body with both arms and slowed down a little.

"They're coming!" Hermione shouted, standing behind Vincent.

Her armor spell could barely cover the front.

Vincent lowered his gun blade and recited a spell: "Armor for protection!"

The werewolf leader was already running at the front, slamming his shoulder into the newly formed light blue magic barrier.

Vincent squeezed the alder wand tightly and gritted his teeth.

If it hadn't been for the few shots he just made, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been knocked away directly.

Hermione felt the pressure on her back, holding the wand in front of her with both small hands.

With a "boom" sound, a werewolf bumped into him.

Almost at the same time, sharp claws exuding an icy aura pierced the gap between the two armor spells.

"Bang -" a gunshot rang out, and the fourth werewolf was knocked down.

The werewolf leader, separated only by a magical barrier, seemed to have his eyes flashing red for a moment.

"Ouch!!!" He opened a pair of sharp claws and grabbed at it 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, "Same here!"

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

With a "boom" sound, another werewolf bumped into him.

"Hermione, turn your head!" Vincent kicked up the box and held it with his elbow, rummaging through it to find a bottle of golden potion.

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

Snape's version of the Vitality Tonic doesn't smell like jasmine, but it's not particularly unpleasant either.

My whole body felt warm, and even my ankles no longer hurt much.

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

Vincent quickly dug out bottle after bottle of potions.

Perception potion, strength potion, agility potion, uplifting potion, healing potion...

With the enhancement of the potion, Hermione withstood the collision again and again.

Probably knowing that continuing would have no effect, the werewolves dispersed far away.

The same goes for the werewolf leader, who no longer waved his sharp claws.

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

Snape was indeed a master of potions. He had already dispelled the fatigue in his body as soon as he drank the vitality tonic.

If I had known it was so effective, I should have drank it first before fighting.

"Ouch!" The werewolves who retreated far away looked up and howled at the moon.

If the guess is correct, they will attack simultaneously this time.

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

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

Vincent motioned for her to look at her feet.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

If you know that you will lose in a head-on confrontation, then let the other party reap the consequences.

When the werewolves came galloping one by one, they both stared ahead calmly.

Fifty feet, thirty feet, ten feet.

"Now!" Along with Vincent's shout, Hermione and he pointed their wands at their feet at the same time.

Invisible mana seeped in, compressing the soil around his feet to create a pit that quickly grew in size.

With a "swish", the two fell in.

It's too late to stop.

The werewolves on the ground collided with each other, and the powerful impact sent them flying backwards.

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

"Ouch—" he roared, his eyes turning blood red.

The sharp right claw pierced the hole that was about to close, kicking up a large piece of soil.

Vincent raised the gun blade high above his head, blocking the heavy claws in time.

The werewolf leader's right claw was like an axe, striking the mithril blade of the gun blade one after another, scattering thin pieces of hard horny debris.

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

The debris scratched Vincent's resolute side face, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

As if stimulated by the smell of blood, the werewolf suddenly grabbed the gun blade and opened its foul-smelling mouth.

Poisonous saliva flowed down, and he grasped the gun blade tightly, as if to lift Vincent to his mouth.

Hermione quickly hugged Vincent who had his feet off the ground, and then pointed the wand at the big mouth full of fangs.

"The flames are blazing!"

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

He let go of his paws and rolled outside.

Vincent turned his head and looked at Hermione.

The two of them pointed their magic wands at their feet in a tacit understanding, so that the magic power would no longer compress the soil.

As the pit goes up, the first thing you see is the werewolf leader biting the earth.

He repeatedly bites off dirt and spits it out, which is very confusing.

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

Trying to relieve the burning sensation through pain?

No, more like losing your mind.

Vincent and Hermione ignored him and began to look around.

The werewolves hit by orichalcum bullets still fell to the ground and howled. Only a few of the werewolves who collided with each other were conscious.

The first tall and thin werewolf to be defeated sat on the ground, curled up with his head in his hands.

Although his expression could not be seen, based on the ordinary bullets scattered nearby, the injury he suffered just now is probably almost healed.

I don’t know if he was beaten to autistic state or if he regained his sanity, but even the weakest werewolves have such strong recovery power, and it is not a wise choice to waste them with them.

"we won?"

Vincent looked back and said, "Probably not yet."

Hermione pursed her lips, then suddenly let go of her hand with a blushing face.

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

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

When the werewolves saw the leader with guns pointed at him who was still biting the earth, they all stood up and roared loudly.

"Huh -" Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, none of them are like their leader."

Only after fighting with werewolves did I realize that the way to make them lose their minds is very simple.

Failure to put it down immediately will arouse the deeply hidden animal nature.

"Simple penetration is not suitable to deal with them. Paralysis or hypnosis would probably be a better solution."

Hermione didn't dare to look at him, blushing and nodding in agreement with his analysis.

Although there are many intimate contacts, now is obviously not the time to think about these.

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

If it has been discovered, a broomstick is undoubtedly the fastest way.

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