The pale moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, illuminating the Werewolf's dark gray head.
It has fierce eyes, a long face, short hair, and sunken cheeks.
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the black spikes, and the stench grew stronger as the distance between them decreased.
"Thump-thump—thump-thump—"
The Werewolf suddenly opened its eyes and opened its mouth as if to express excitement.
Almost simultaneously, Vincent, having finally found his opportunity, closed his eyes and quickly extended his wand.
"Ultimate Lumos!"
Lumos Maxima light, shone from the tip of the staff, as if countless thin steel needles were piercing the Werewolf's blood-red eyes.
"Ugh—" he screamed in pain, falling onto the spikes, covering his eyes with his hands, and pushing backward.
You can see the bright light even through your eyelids; if you look directly at it, your eyes would probably be ruined.
After depriving them of sight, the next step is to improve their mobility.
The Alder Wand was stuck into the soil, and the black nails on the ground turned into rings, which were strung together to form chains.
When a chain tightens, a Werewolf can snap it with a wave of his hand.
Two require a little more effort, but what about three, four, or five?
He struggled and gasped for breath until the dense chains bound him so tightly that he could not move.
Vincent was breathing heavily.
What appears to be hundreds or thousands of object Transfiguration occurring simultaneously is actually completed in dozens or tens of batches.
Even so, the feeling of being instantly drained of energy was still intense.
"Are you alright?" Hermione helped Vincent, who was swaying and could no longer maintain the Disillusionment Charm.
"It's alright, at least I didn't faint."
If you're in the mood for jokes, there shouldn't be any major problems.
She waved her spell to dispel the Disillusionment Charm and put his arm around her shoulder.
Without the slightest hesitation, Vincent hesitated several times before finally speaking, and even after being helped to sit down next to the nearest tree, he still didn't say anything.
They're too close; it's gone beyond the scope of being friends of the opposite sex.
Hermione half-squatted in front of him and took out a particularly exquisite cube from the small white semi-circular cloth bag she carried with her.
Each side has 49 compartments, making this a high-end Universal Medicine Chest that cannot be mass-produced.
She poured the light blue medicine into a teacup. "I usually drink this after exercising to restore my strength."
Vincent took the teacup and smelled it.
A taste so familiar, this is Invigoration Draught can not only refresh the mind but also quickly restore energy.
If anyone couldn't withstand the brutal Quidditch training, Wood would give them a bottle with a big smile.
The effect is outstanding; you can get back to your peak condition in just 15 minutes.
Hermione's potion wasn't bitter, and it even had a particularly refreshing jasmine scent.
The recipe should not have been changed; only the taste has been slightly adjusted.
Vincent handed back the empty teacup, gently rubbing his wrist. "Thank you, I feel much better."
Hermione carefully put away the small bag, her eyes warily fixed on the Werewolf was tightly bound.
He did not give up struggling and kept shouting.
"It's not safe here." Vincent had just put his hand on the tree trunk when Hermione pulled him to lean on her shoulder.
I could still smell a faint citrus scent of shampoo as I ran here.
He dared not make any unnecessary movements, letting her hold him as he stood up.
"Awooo—" the Werewolf howled, as if venting its inner resentment.
Once you walk into the trap of a "weak" prey, or even become controlled by them, no one would stand by and watch them leave.
Vincent suddenly darkened. "Oh no, what if the Werewolf on the mountain hear that howl..."
He didn't continue, but Hermione already knew what he wanted to say.
Wolves and humans are mostly social animals.
She released her right hand and quickly pointed the wand at the Werewolf.
"Silencing Charm!"
The translucent spell struck precisely the gaping maw that was still howling.
"Hurry up!" She practically carried Vincent forward.
As it turns out, the Disillusionment Charm is ineffective at evading Werewolf.
The fourth-grade odor-eliminating spell can block the spread of odors, while the fifth-grade Silencing Charm can isolate the sound it makes.
Unfortunately, neither of them learned these two spells in advance because they were not used very often.
Vincent struggled forward, seeing anxiety and unease on Hermione's face.
"Don't worry, the Werewolf tribe is in the mountains, so even if they shout loudly, it will be difficult for their voices to carry up there."
She knew how keen Werewolf's hearing was, and she understood that he was trying to comfort her.
But she doesn't know when she developed the habit of always thinking the worst and making the worst-case scenario plans based on the available conditions.
If Vincent 'Werewolf howl were heard by his companions just minutes after he drank the Invigoration Draught, they would probably have caught up with him before he could recover.
Find a secluded place to hide as soon as possible, preferably a cave or a tunnel, and seal the entrance completely. You can then safely wait for the Time-Turner to cool down.
"Awooo—" Several long howls came from behind.
Murphy's Law worked; the worst-case scenario did indeed occur.
Hermione gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.
Vincent weighs nearly 60 kilograms. Although he has regained some strength, supporting him is still a far cry from his usual weight training.
"Ah!" She tripped over a tree root lying on the ground.
Vincent tried his best to stay upright, straining with his right hand on her shoulder, but in the end, he still fell down with her.
Fortunately, the tree roots were not large, and the fallen leaves cushioned some of the gravitational pull.
Even so, Hermione, who was trapped underneath, still felt as if all the bones in her body were falling apart.
Vincent braced himself with both hands on the ground and used all his strength to roll over to the side.
He was panting heavily and could barely manage to sit up.
"I'm fine." Hermione sat up as well, the sharp pain in her left ankle causing her to instinctively curl up.
But she quickly recovered, straightened up, and painfully pulled up her left trouser leg.
The sprained ankle has bluish-red skin, and there should be ruptured capillaries in the soft tissue under the skin.
She touched it lightly, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.
There is no worst, only worse.
Hermione gritted her teeth and aimed her wand at her ankle.
"You..." Vincent swallowed the words he was about to utter when he met her firm eyes.
"Healing Charm— " Hermione uttered the spell in a trembling voice.
With a "click," tears streamed down her face.
The Potions can relieve the pain, but the current situation doesn't allow for wasting a single second.
Vincent silently put his arm around Hermione's thin arm.
He gripped the Alder Wand tightly in his hand, and without saying a word, she pulled him to his feet.
If he were stronger, strong enough to take on Werewolf head-on, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
With virtually unlimited time, why not use it to improve your strength?
Because that's enough?
No, that's not enough, far from enough.