On the Seventh Floor of Hogwarts Castle, in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Perhaps he was tired of sitting, Snape stood up and walked a few steps.
It's only 1 a. m., and it'll be several more hours before we get to the next one.
"Crack—" Just as he was fantasizing about catching those little bastards, a crisp sound of shattering glass rang out.
Ah—what a beautiful sound!
Those little rascals aren't sleeping properly; making such a commotion is clearly a diversionary tactic.
Trying to lie to him?
No way!
Snape stood with his arms crossed in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
If I'm not mistaken, those little rascals are probably hiding now, waiting for him to go inside before they slip away.
Innocent!
As an experienced professor who firmly opposes students going out at night, how could he possibly be fooled by such a petty trick?
Very suddenly, something gleaming with silver light flew past the window.
Snape was quick; he sprinted to the windowsill and drew his wand as if to knock down the object that looked like a suitcase.
But he arrived too late. His suitcase, like a shooting star, traced a silvery-white path across the night sky before plunging into the deep, silent Forbidden Forest.
"What happened?" McGonagall ran down the hallway.
She had just been patrolling nearby when she heard the sharp sound of breaking glass.
Snape sneered. "Wayne's briefcase flew toward the Forbidden Forest."
If it wasn't a feint, then only two possibilities remain.
First, lure the tiger away from the mountain.
By drawing the professors' attention to the Forbidden Forest, the little rascals can sneak out.
Second, the little rascals had already slipped out, which is why they dared to recklessly Accio summon the briefcase.
Based on Snape's understanding of Vincent, this was actually an organized and premeditated provocation.
The Forbidden Forest is so vast, come and explore if you dare!
McGonagall always felt that Snape in the hallway was overthinking things.
Vincent has always kept his personal and professional life separate, and even if he wanted revenge, he wouldn't involve innocent professors.
Besides, he has Time-Turner, so maybe he was just in such a rush when he left that he forgot to bring his suitcase?
McGonagall knew that no matter how much Snape tried to persuade her, he would still go to the Forbidden Forest to catch someone, no matter how heavy his steps were.
Rather than suffering along with them, it's better to investigate whether the sound is coming from Vincent's dormitory.
"Good fortune shines upon you," she said to the Fat Lady, and entered the Gryffindor Common Room.
Deep in the Forbidden Forest,
Before the Werewolf could pounce, Vincent had already caught the Mithril Briefcase.
He pulled out his Gunblade and transformed it into a high-capacity P90.
"Da da da da—" A long string of bullets emitting blue light shot out of the barrel.
The tall, thin Werewolf had been pouncing in mid-air, let out a mournful howl and fell to the ground.
Even though they're just ordinary bullets and not very accurate, scratching an itch too often will eventually cause a cut.
The results far exceeded expectations, giving us even greater confidence in defeating them all.
However, under the pale moonlight, the Werewolf's eyes reflected an even more ferocious red light.
Vincent released the trigger, pushing the muzzle of the gun, which was about to shoot into the sky, down.
Even if the recoil of Gunblade made of pure Mithril is small, it is still not something that one can withstand with such physical strength.
My wrists are numb and my shoulders are sore.
With trembling hands, he pulled the trigger at the Werewolf that lunged at him again.
The gun barrel rose diagonally, tracing its trajectory and striking the Werewolf.
After suffering losses twice in a row, the other party did not stop. Instead, they rushed over as if they were provoked.
"Take my hand!"
Hermione tiptoed and hooked Vincent's raised right hand.
He pressed down hard, aiming the gun at the Werewolf again.
Accompanied by a series of bullets blazing blue flames, he let out a painful roar and fell to the ground.
Let's solve one problem first, but this is just the beginning.
The taller and stronger Werewolf did not approach rashly; instead, they lay down on the spot and howled.
Vincent quickly switched the Gunblade to his left hand.
A great start.
The less the opponent dares to attack, the more stamina he can recover.
"Look behind them!" Hermione warned him, and he saw even more Werewolf.
One, two, three, four... a total of 17.
If the Werewolf attack simultaneously, a single Gunblade won't be enough to stop them.
While the two were considering a solution, a Werewolf who was nearly three meters tall and had the size of Hagrid ran to the front and stopped.
He glanced at the Werewolf lying on the ground emitting a low howl, then looked at the two people opposite him.
"Awooo!" he roared, opening his sharp claws.
Hermione gripped Vincent's left arm tightly. "He wouldn't happen to be the Werewolf leader who told you about him, would he?"
"It seems so," Vincent with a wry smile. "Someone this strong would probably need Orichalcum Bullet to cause any damage."
"Awoooooo!!!" The Werewolf roared along with their leader, making the two of them dizzy.
An attack could happen at any moment, Vincent didn't dare cover his ears and struggled to move the gun towards the Werewolf leader.
Hermione shook her head and cast the Shield Charm.
Facing 17 Werewolf at once, no one is confident they can withstand it.
The two sides remained locked in a standoff for more than half a minute, until the Werewolf leader half-lay down.
This is a sign that an attack is imminent.
Vincent gritted his teeth and kicked the suitcase to his right hand.
Bend down slightly, clamp it between your chest and chin, then open it and take out a black robe woven from Mithril.
"Put this on quickly!" Vincent draped the robe over Hermione's shoulders, his gaze never leaving the Werewolf leader.
Hermione understood, but did not put on the robe.
Vincent in an unquestionable tone, "Listen to me, put it on right now!"
She hesitated for a moment, but finally put on the robe.
Mithril is not extremely hard, but it is fluid and malleable.
Clothes woven from layers of fine threads are not only difficult to pierce, but also have a strong cushioning effect.
The robe was too big, with a small section of the hem trailing on the ground.
Hermione glanced quickly at Vincent, her gaze hardening.
She's the same way.
Because I didn't try hard enough, I accidentally fell down.
Because he wasn't strong enough, he wore Mithril Robe.
Vincent changed the magazine and transformed the Gunblade back to its original form.
Although it cannot fire in rapid succession, it can fire Orichalcum Bullet with greater penetrating power that can be used to inscribe Magical Circuit.
The blade below the muzzle is good for close combat; just be careful not to get bitten.
After all preparations were completed, the other side finally made a move.
The Werewolf leader pressed his head to the ground, his limbs tense as if waiting for something.
The other Werewolf slowly moved to a distance, surrounding Vincent and Hermione from a distance, as if they would attack together at the slightest signal.
The threat of firearms could only buy them this much time, nearly five minutes later.
"Awooo!!!" After the deafening roar, the Werewolf indeed pounced.
"Bang—" Orichalcum Bullet flashing red light pierced the shoulder of a Werewolf in front of him.
Vincent swiftly slid the muzzle of his gun, his sharp, piercing gaze locking onto another Werewolf, and pulled the Gunblade again.