As Vincent cast the Blasting Curse, Snape happened to be searching near the centaurs' territory.
Though the trace that drifted over was already faint, he still detected the aura of Dark Magic.
Those little bastards weren't sleeping in the middle of the night after all. They really were up to something shady.
Studying Dark Magic?
Not even Dumbledore could protect them!
After downing a perfect Speed Potion, Snape ran as though he were riding a broomstick.
He not only sent great swathes of fallen leaves flying, but even left faint afterimages behind him.
About five minutes later, a gunshot rang out ahead.
Tsk, tsk—Dark Magic was bad enough, but they even dared to tinker with dangerous Muggle weapons.
Even hitting a single leaf would cause immense damage to the Forbidden Forest's ecosystem!
By the time the rapid gunfire began ringing out, Snape had already drunk his second Speed Potion.
The same potion would not produce an effect greater than the sum of its parts, but it could slightly extend the duration.
Without stopping for even a second, Snape quickly reached his destination.
Yet the sight before him did nothing to please him.
Werewolves—a whole pack of werewolves.
Perhaps recalling some painful memory, or perhaps because of Trelawney's prophecy, Snape gripped his raised wand tightly and flung the light at its tip forward.
Ultimate Lumos differed from Lumos Maxima in that it could continuously emit an intense light.
As the werewolves were illuminated and collapsed in agony, he sneered and walked toward Vincent and Hermione.
"Snape!?"
"Heh—" Snape swiftly glanced over the miserable-looking werewolf leader.
When he saw the tall, thin werewolf, the corner of his eye visibly twitched several times.
"Let me guess. Mr. Popular and Miss Know-It-All got lost, accidentally passed by where the werewolves lived, and then unfortunately