This Hogwarts is not normal

In front of the werewolf leader who was comparable in size to Hagrid, the tall and lanky werewolf was as small as Vincent and Hermione.

But the force he unleashed was able to knock the opponent down and pin him to the ground.

"Ouch!" he howled at Hermione, as if asking her to leave quickly.

Without having time to think about the reason, Hermione immediately opened the other paw of the werewolf leader and rescued Vincent.

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

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

"It doesn't matter to me." Vincent gritted his teeth and raised his left hand and put 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.

"Ouch!" the werewolf leader roared, as if issuing a warning.

What answered him was a collision as heavy as a truck.

He wasn't knocked away, but he was pushed away a little bit.

The werewolf leader had no choice but to shift his target in front of him.

The tall and lanky 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 is too big.

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

The werewolf leader's thick arms hugged him, and the huge strength made him let go with a cry.

The tall and lanky werewolf did not give up, grabbing the opponent's back with a pair of claws.

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

"Ouch!" he howled, increasing the strength of his arms.

The tall and thin werewolf whimpered a few times, and his claws became increasingly weak, until they hung down weakly.

Under such a terrifying squeeze, even if the ribs were not broken, the internal organs were probably injured.

Like a rag doll, the werewolf leader held his head and lifted it up, then threw it heavily to the ground.

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

The werewolf leader kicked him hard several times but failed to push him away, and gradually became agitated.

"Peng——Peng——Peng——"

One is heavier than the other.

Vincent and Hermione stopped at the same time and looked back at the lanky werewolf who was kicked until he vomited blood.

Even so, he still clung to the werewolf leader's leg.

Hermione pursed her lips, "We still-"

"No." Vincent took a deep breath, his left hand no longer rested on her shoulder, and he lightly hooked the suitcase, "Do you still remember the yacht that I used magic to blow to pieces last year?"

Of course Hermione remembered, "Do you want to imitate it with your improved Split Charm?"

Vincent shook his head, "I actually lied to you, I didn't even -"

"I know." Hermione helped him open the suitcase, "That's dark magic, isn't it?"

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

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

The blasting curse is a curse and therefore evil black magic.

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

Any black magic is like a drug. Wizards will unknowingly become overly dependent on this power, and eventually get lost in it, and step by step towards the abyss of corruption.

But Vincent is an exception.

He is a natural master of Occlumency, and his soul and spirit are immune to the effects of black magic.

Hermione felt his power stir, rushing toward the alder wand with a destructive aura.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and her blue eyes turned black when she looked at him from a close distance.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Not the silent spell from last year, but the fully spoken spell.

The tip of the alder wand was dancing with abnormal black-red sparks.

This is no ordinary blasting spell, at least not the blasting spell described in the book.

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

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

The successive explosions made Hermione realize something.

This blasting spell seems to have a small range, but it is instantaneous and continuous.

Not to mention the werewolf leader, even the fire dragon with extremely high magic resistance in its skin would not be able to survive unharmed.

The fire gradually disappeared, leaving only billowing black smoke.

"Dong——" A huge figure fell down.

"Finally put down..." Vincent gasped for air, unable to lean on Hermione.

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

It was even worse than the previous time, and I couldn't even move my fingers.

"Ouch--" A long howl came from the black smoke that had not yet dispersed.

"Sure!" Vincent looked around with difficulty.

The fact that the werewolf leader and the lanky werewolf can appear here means that other werewolves are also possible.

"Ouch--" howls came and went as if in response.

After taking care of the big ones, a group of smaller ones came.

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

Run with support like before?

Facts have proven that it doesn't work and even wastes energy.

Hiding?

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

Vincent and Hermione were thinking about countermeasures in their minds, but they couldn't think of any good solution until they heard the sound of running footsteps.

There is no way to run away, no way to hide, all we can do is fight.

Hermione helped Vincent sit up, picked up his wand and tried it.

Only halfway through the incantation, the tip of the staff exploded into a large ball of air with a "Peng" sound.

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

The temporary authorization requires a small amount of mana, but he can't extract even a drop now.

Hermione rummaged around and quickly took out the gun blade from the suitcase.

Thanks to Vincent, she has many opportunities to come into contact with firearms.

But she didn't know how to shoot at all, and she had 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 wrists with both hands.

"Go a little further and press my index finger."

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

The blasting spell didn't affect him head-on, either because he was too seriously injured and passed out, or he was shaken by the impact of the explosion.

Vincent tilted his head slightly and said, "Did you see the small notch on the top of the gun body? That is its front sight notch."

Hermione stretched out her hand next to the side of his face.

"Aim it with your dominant eye, 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 maintain three points and one line."

Hermione slowed down her breathing, and her hard work stabilized her hands to suppress the shaking muzzle of the gun.

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

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

A huge force came from the gun blade, causing her to subconsciously lean back.

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

The orichalcum bullet that carved the magic circuit hit.

But this is just the beginning, the werewolves will not just stand around and be beaten.

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