Chapter 684 Fighting with Werewolves
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Qing Mo Da Xian
On the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Perhaps tired from sitting, Snape stood up and took a few steps.
It's only 1:[-] in the morning, and it will continue for several hours.
"Crack——" Just as he fantasized about catching those little bastards, there was a clear sound of glass breaking.
Ah - what a beautiful voice.
The little bastards don't sleep well, making such a movement is obviously trying to make a fuss.
Want to lie to him?
no way!
Snape folded his arms and stood in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.
If I guessed right, the little bastards should be hiding now, and only wait for him to go in before slipping away.
Innocent!
As an experienced professor who firmly opposes student night tours, how could he be fooled by such a trick.
Very suddenly, something glowing with silver light flew out of the window.
Snape was quick, ran to the window sill with a "snap", and drew out his wand as if intending to shoot down the suspected suitcase.
But he came late, and the suitcase was like a shooting star, drawing a silver-white trail in the night sky, and fell headlong 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 wasn't for the east and west, then there are only two possibilities left.
One, tune the tiger away from the mountain.
Draw the professors' attention to the Forbidden Forest, and the little bastards can sneak out.
Two, the little bastards had already slipped out, so they dared to cast the Flying Curse to summon the suitcase without any scruples.
According to Snape's understanding of Vincent, this was actually an organized and premeditated provocation.
The Forbidden Forest is so big, come here if you can~
McGonagall always felt that Snape in the corridor was thinking too much.
This kid Vincent has always distinguished between public and private, even if he wants to take revenge, he will not involve innocent professors.
What's more, he still has a time converter, maybe he was too rushed to go out and forgot to bring his suitcase?
McGonagall knew exactly how Snape, who was walking heavily, persuaded him, and he would definitely go to the Forbidden Forest to arrest people.
Instead of suffering along with him, it is better to investigate whether the sound came from Vincent's dormitory.
"Auspicious stars are shining," she said to the Fat Lady and entered the Gryffindor common room.
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Deep in the Forbidden Forest,
Before the werewolves rushed over, the Mithril suitcase was firmly caught by Vincent.
He took out the gun blade and changed the form to a p90 with a large capacity.
"Da da da da—" a string of bullets emitting blue light popped out of the chamber.
The tall, thin werewolf flung in the air and fell down with a howl.
Although it's just an ordinary bullet, and the accuracy is not very good, but it will scratch the skin if it is scratched too many times.
The effect far exceeded expectations, and he was more confident in defeating them all.
But under the pale moonlight, the werewolf's eyes actually reflected a more ferocious red light.
Vincent let go of the trigger and pressed down the muzzle of the gun that was about to go up into the sky.
No matter how small the recoil force of a gun blade made of pure mithril is, it cannot be withstood by this little physical strength.
Wrists are numb, shoulders are sore.
With trembling hands, he pulled the trigger towards the werewolf who swooped in again.
The muzzle of the gun rose obliquely, and just followed the trajectory to sweep the werewolf.
After losing money twice in a row, the opponent didn't stop because of it, but rushed over as if provoked.
"Hold my hand!"
Hermione tiptoed and hooked Vincent's raised right hand.
Press down hard, and the gun is aimed at the werewolf again.
Accompanied by a series of bullets emitting blue flames, he fell down with a roar of pain.
Tackle one first, but that's just the beginning.
The taller and stronger werewolves didn't approach rashly, but lay down on the spot and roared.
Vincent quickly switched the blade of the gun to his left hand.
A great start.
The less the opponent dared to attack, the more energy he could recover.
"Look behind them!" Under Hermione's reminder, he saw more werewolves.
One, two, three, four... a total of 17.
If the werewolves attacked at the same time, it would be impossible to stop them with a gun blade alone.
While the two were thinking about countermeasures, a werewolf who was nearly three meters tall and as big as Hagrid ran to the front and stopped.
He glanced at the werewolf who fell on the ground and let out a deep wail, and then looked at the two people opposite him.
"Ow!" he growled, opening his sharp claws.
Hermione firmly grasped Vincent's left arm, "Couldn't he be the werewolf leader who greeted you?"
"It looks like it is." Vincent smiled wryly, "I'm afraid it takes orichat bullets to cause damage."
"Aoooooo!!!" The werewolves roared together with the leader, shaking them both dizzy.
An attack would be launched at any time, Vincent did not dare to cover his ears, and moved his gun to the werewolf leader with difficulty.
Hermione shook her head and cast the Iron Armor Charm.
Facing 17 werewolves at once, no one is sure that they can resist.
The two sides confronted each other like this for more than half a minute, until the leader of the werewolf half-kneeled down.
This is the sign before the attack.
Vincent gritted his teeth and kicked the suitcase onto his right hand.
Bending down slightly, clamping it between the chest and chin, he opened it, and took out a black robe woven with mithril.
"Put this on quickly!" Vincent put the robe on Hermione, never leaving the werewolf leader.
Hermione understood, but didn't put on her robes.
Vincent said in an unquestionable tone: "Listen to me, put it on quickly!"
She hesitated, and finally put on the robe.
The hardness of Mithril is not top-notch, but it is fluid and plastic.
Weaving layers of thin threads into clothes is not only difficult to pierce, but also has a strong cushioning effect.
The robe was too big, and the hem dragged a little to the ground.
Hermione took a quick look at Vincent, her eyes becoming more determined.
She is actually the same.
Because I didn't work hard enough, I accidentally fell down.
Because it is not strong enough, I put on a mithril robe.
Vincent changed the magazine and changed the blade back to its original form.
Although it cannot be fired in bursts, it can fire Orichalcum bullets with stronger penetrating power and a magic circuit.
The blade surface under the muzzle can handle close combat, as long as you are careful not to be bitten.
After making all the preparations, the other side finally made a move.
The werewolf leader pressed his head to the ground, his limbs tensed as if he was waiting for something.
The other werewolves moved slowly and surrounded 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 time.
"Aww!!!" After the deafening cry, the werewolves really mobilized and rushed over.
"Boom—" the red light flashed, and the oricyte bullet pierced through the shoulder of a werewolf in front of him.
Vincent quickly shifted the muzzle of the gun, his eyes as sharp as a sword locked on another werewolf, and pulled the trigger of the gun blade again.
……
……
Perhaps tired from sitting, Snape stood up and took a few steps.
It's only 1:[-] in the morning, and it will continue for several hours.
"Crack——" Just as he fantasized about catching those little bastards, there was a clear sound of glass breaking.
Ah - what a beautiful voice.
The little bastards don't sleep well, making such a movement is obviously trying to make a fuss.
Want to lie to him?
no way!
Snape folded his arms and stood in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.
If I guessed right, the little bastards should be hiding now, and only wait for him to go in before slipping away.
Innocent!
As an experienced professor who firmly opposes student night tours, how could he be fooled by such a trick.
Very suddenly, something glowing with silver light flew out of the window.
Snape was quick, ran to the window sill with a "snap", and drew out his wand as if intending to shoot down the suspected suitcase.
But he came late, and the suitcase was like a shooting star, drawing a silver-white trail in the night sky, and fell headlong 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 wasn't for the east and west, then there are only two possibilities left.
One, tune the tiger away from the mountain.
Draw the professors' attention to the Forbidden Forest, and the little bastards can sneak out.
Two, the little bastards had already slipped out, so they dared to cast the Flying Curse to summon the suitcase without any scruples.
According to Snape's understanding of Vincent, this was actually an organized and premeditated provocation.
The Forbidden Forest is so big, come here if you can~
McGonagall always felt that Snape in the corridor was thinking too much.
This kid Vincent has always distinguished between public and private, even if he wants to take revenge, he will not involve innocent professors.
What's more, he still has a time converter, maybe he was too rushed to go out and forgot to bring his suitcase?
McGonagall knew exactly how Snape, who was walking heavily, persuaded him, and he would definitely go to the Forbidden Forest to arrest people.
Instead of suffering along with him, it is better to investigate whether the sound came from Vincent's dormitory.
"Auspicious stars are shining," she said to the Fat Lady and entered the Gryffindor common room.
……
……
Deep in the Forbidden Forest,
Before the werewolves rushed over, the Mithril suitcase was firmly caught by Vincent.
He took out the gun blade and changed the form to a p90 with a large capacity.
"Da da da da—" a string of bullets emitting blue light popped out of the chamber.
The tall, thin werewolf flung in the air and fell down with a howl.
Although it's just an ordinary bullet, and the accuracy is not very good, but it will scratch the skin if it is scratched too many times.
The effect far exceeded expectations, and he was more confident in defeating them all.
But under the pale moonlight, the werewolf's eyes actually reflected a more ferocious red light.
Vincent let go of the trigger and pressed down the muzzle of the gun that was about to go up into the sky.
No matter how small the recoil force of a gun blade made of pure mithril is, it cannot be withstood by this little physical strength.
Wrists are numb, shoulders are sore.
With trembling hands, he pulled the trigger towards the werewolf who swooped in again.
The muzzle of the gun rose obliquely, and just followed the trajectory to sweep the werewolf.
After losing money twice in a row, the opponent didn't stop because of it, but rushed over as if provoked.
"Hold my hand!"
Hermione tiptoed and hooked Vincent's raised right hand.
Press down hard, and the gun is aimed at the werewolf again.
Accompanied by a series of bullets emitting blue flames, he fell down with a roar of pain.
Tackle one first, but that's just the beginning.
The taller and stronger werewolves didn't approach rashly, but lay down on the spot and roared.
Vincent quickly switched the blade of the gun to his left hand.
A great start.
The less the opponent dared to attack, the more energy he could recover.
"Look behind them!" Under Hermione's reminder, he saw more werewolves.
One, two, three, four... a total of 17.
If the werewolves attacked at the same time, it would be impossible to stop them with a gun blade alone.
While the two were thinking about countermeasures, a werewolf who was nearly three meters tall and as big as Hagrid ran to the front and stopped.
He glanced at the werewolf who fell on the ground and let out a deep wail, and then looked at the two people opposite him.
"Ow!" he growled, opening his sharp claws.
Hermione firmly grasped Vincent's left arm, "Couldn't he be the werewolf leader who greeted you?"
"It looks like it is." Vincent smiled wryly, "I'm afraid it takes orichat bullets to cause damage."
"Aoooooo!!!" The werewolves roared together with the leader, shaking them both dizzy.
An attack would be launched at any time, Vincent did not dare to cover his ears, and moved his gun to the werewolf leader with difficulty.
Hermione shook her head and cast the Iron Armor Charm.
Facing 17 werewolves at once, no one is sure that they can resist.
The two sides confronted each other like this for more than half a minute, until the leader of the werewolf half-kneeled down.
This is the sign before the attack.
Vincent gritted his teeth and kicked the suitcase onto his right hand.
Bending down slightly, clamping it between the chest and chin, he opened it, and took out a black robe woven with mithril.
"Put this on quickly!" Vincent put the robe on Hermione, never leaving the werewolf leader.
Hermione understood, but didn't put on her robes.
Vincent said in an unquestionable tone: "Listen to me, put it on quickly!"
She hesitated, and finally put on the robe.
The hardness of Mithril is not top-notch, but it is fluid and plastic.
Weaving layers of thin threads into clothes is not only difficult to pierce, but also has a strong cushioning effect.
The robe was too big, and the hem dragged a little to the ground.
Hermione took a quick look at Vincent, her eyes becoming more determined.
She is actually the same.
Because I didn't work hard enough, I accidentally fell down.
Because it is not strong enough, I put on a mithril robe.
Vincent changed the magazine and changed the blade back to its original form.
Although it cannot be fired in bursts, it can fire Orichalcum bullets with stronger penetrating power and a magic circuit.
The blade surface under the muzzle can handle close combat, as long as you are careful not to be bitten.
After making all the preparations, the other side finally made a move.
The werewolf leader pressed his head to the ground, his limbs tensed as if he was waiting for something.
The other werewolves moved slowly and surrounded 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 time.
"Aww!!!" After the deafening cry, the werewolves really mobilized and rushed over.
"Boom—" the red light flashed, and the oricyte bullet pierced through the shoulder of a werewolf in front of him.
Vincent quickly shifted the muzzle of the gun, his eyes as sharp as a sword locked on another werewolf, and pulled the trigger of the gun blade again.
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