This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The prototype of the gun blade is the Browning HP (High Power) pistol, the length of the gun body is doubled, the magazine is applied with the traceless extension spell, but the basic internal structure remains unchanged.

Hermione, who is barely an amateur military enthusiast, wants to master it in a short time, which is undoubtedly challenging the running speed of the werewolves.

Vincent just talked about it roughly, and a few shadows passed by in the dark woods.

"That's basically it. Remember not to put too much pressure on yourself. Make sure you shoot after you are sure of the target."

Hermione murmured the precautions he just mentioned in her mouth, and her eyes were focused on the surroundings.

It would be a lie to say that she was not nervous, but she couldn't be nervous now.

There are still 17 minutes left. Whether she can survive until the cooling of the time converter ends depends on how well she has learned.

The muzzle swung back and forth steadily, and a werewolf jumped from a tree to another tree.

Hermione saw the opportunity and pulled the trigger the moment he stepped on the tree trunk.

"Bang——" The gun sounded, and a piece of bark was lifted into the air.

The werewolf who was almost hit hurriedly hid behind the tree trunk.

He obviously knew the power of the gun blade, and the small tuft of hair stuck on his thigh was the best proof.

Although he didn't hit, it had a deterrent effect.

This group of werewolves did not lose their minds and should not rashly launch an attack.

"Awoo--" Long howls sounded one after another, probably conveying a message.

The hurried running sound began to slow down, and Vincent and Hermione relaxed a little.

The best plan is of course to maintain the status quo, but sooner or later they will find the werewolf leader lying on the ground.

The black smoke dissipated little by little, and his appearance could not be described by the word miserable.

The wolf-like head became bald, and although the charred chest facing the blasting curse was slightly up and down, the torn wounds were still bleeding.

Even if he could recover, I am afraid that he would be left with a large scar permanently.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the thing that Vincent and Hermione were most worried about still happened.

A werewolf hiding behind a tree roared angrily, and its sharp claws kept tearing off large pieces of bark.

After Hermione quickly moved the muzzle of the gun, she pulled the trigger again.

"Puff--" the copper bullet pierced the exposed arm.

He screamed in pain and quickly hid back.

"Awoo--" the most undesirable thing still happened.

The werewolves were quiet for less than 5 minutes, and they began to get restless again.

The one who can become the leader must be the strongest.

Since they were knocked down by two little wizards, it proves that it is wrong to act alone.

Attack together!

Like before!

One after another, black shadows passed through Hermione's sight, and she didn't know where to shoot.

"Believe in yourself!" Vincent looked at her panicked eyes seriously, "It doesn't matter if you can't hit it, our goal is to buy time!"

Hermione's eyes became more and more determined.

There is no need to knock them all down, just to make the werewolves dare not approach.

She pulled the trigger hard one after another, pouring a large number of orichalcum bullets forward until the muzzle could no longer be suppressed and began to rise.

"Next is this side!" Hermione shouted, holding Vincent's hand tightly and moving to the left.

Amid the dense gunfire, a werewolf was hit in the shoulder by a bullet that pierced the tree trunk.

The powerful penetrating force scared them so much that they quickly lay down and hid in the darkness.

"And here!" Hermione gasped and pulled the trigger almost as soon as she pointed the muzzle to the right.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

After the gunshot, a big tree "stuck" and fell from the middle.

Vincent turned his neck stiffly and stared blankly at Hermione who leaned her face on his shoulder.

Whether he hit it or not, the momentum must be in place.

The effect was far beyond expectations, but it was a bit of a waste of bullets.

"Hu... hu..." The only sound around was Hermione's rapid breathing.

She slowed down a little, stopped leaning on Vincent's shoulder, and looked back.

One more round should be enough.

"There's still... there's still... the last..."

Vincent was pulled sideways by her.

A few wails were mixed in with the dense gunfire.

"Relax, they don't dare to get close."

Hermione put down the smoking muzzle of the gun and collapsed on Vincent's back.

She loosened her grip on Vincent's hand slightly, "There's still... a few minutes?"

"11 minutes."

She straightened up and tried to raise the gun blade again.

Vincent opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

He always thought Hermione was a very stubborn person.

As long as she decided to do something, no one could stop her.

Vincent held the gun blade tightly and raised the gun muzzle with her.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

They were very tacitly on guard, one on each side, even if the muzzle was shaking violently, the werewolves never made any movement.

1 minute passed, 3 minutes passed, 5 minutes passed...

The only sound in the silence was the almost synchronized breathing of the two people.

The hourglass of the time converter fell little by little, and it would soon be cooled down and used again.

But at this last moment, a faint light broke into Vincent's field of vision.

It was very fast, and it was obviously coming here.

Illusion?

No, it was the light of the wand lighting spell.

"Rustle..." The werewolves finally moved.

Reinforcements?

"Ouch——"

After a few howls, the noise grew louder.

The werewolves seemed to be leaving, but also seemed to be attacking.

"Peng——" Vincent took the initiative to pull the trigger, as if to warn them.

The surroundings were quiet again, except for the occasional small sound.

Hermione stared closely at the light that was getting closer and closer, "Who do you think it could be?"

Vincent thought for a while, "The most likely thing is Hagrid, but the snoring in his sleep is louder than the sound of gunshots. If he wants to come over, the centaurs must come first."

The Forbidden Forest is so big that it would take more than ten minutes to return by riding a rogue rabbit.

Although the centaurs' tribe was also on the edge, the straight-line distance was much closer than Hagrid's wooden house.

Besides, the professors should all be keeping vigil at the castle, and there is no way they would come to the depths of the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night.

As the light got closer, the werewolves became restless.

"Peng——" The warning gunshot was no longer effective, but the howling sound continued.

It doesn't look like he's leaving, so there's only one possibility left.

"Ouch!" The werewolves roared and rushed out of the darkness, crossing their arms to block the front.

No matter how fast Vincent raised the gun and no matter how steady Hermione pressed the gun, it would be difficult to resist their simultaneous attacks.

Every time one falls, it will only make the werewolves more crazy.

Closer, closer still.

A werewolf fights for a chance for his companions despite being shot in the abdomen.

When the gun blade pointed behind her, the sharp claws had already landed on Hermione's back.

She failed to tear the mithril robe, but the huge force knocked her and Vincent to the ground.

With a "clang", the gun blade fell down and was kicked far away by another werewolf.

Everything seems to be settled.

But at this desperate moment, a beam of bright light suddenly shot over, blasting a dazzling glare above the two people's heads.

Vincent and Hermione quickly turned their backs to the light source.

The bright light disappeared little by little, and my vision slowly recovered.

A figure that gradually became clearer walked towards the two of them.

Black shoes, black robe.

Could the familiar blinding hand be my future self?

No, that's not right.

If it is their future selves who save them now, then who will save their future selves?

Vincent and Hermione squinted, trying to make out each other's faces.

He has long greasy black hair, a sallow face, a huge hooked nose, and narrow black eyes.

"Ho--" and the iconic sneer.

The person who saved them was actually Snape! ?

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