The prototype of the Gunblade is the Browning HP (High Power) pistol, with the length of the gun body doubled and the magazine subjected to Undetectable Extension Charm, but the basic internal structure remains unchanged.
For Hermione, who can barely be considered an amateur military enthusiast, to master it in a short period of time is undoubtedly challenging the running speed of the Werewolf.
Vincent only gave a brief explanation before several dark figures flashed through the shadowy woods.
"That's basically it. Remember not to put too much pressure on yourself, and only fire after you've identified your target."
Hermione muttered the precautions he had just mentioned to herself, her eyes fixed intently on her surroundings.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous, but she couldn't afford to be nervous right now.
With 17 minutes left, whether she can survive until the Time-Turner cools down depends entirely on how well she has learned.
The gun barrel swung steadily back and forth as a Werewolf leaped from one tree to another.
Hermione seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger the instant he stepped on the tree trunk.
"Bang—" A gunshot rang out, and a piece of bark was ripped into the air.
The Werewolf, who was almost hit, hurriedly hid behind a tree trunk.
He clearly knew the power of the Gunblade; the small tuft of hair stuck to his thigh was the best proof of that.
Although it didn't hit, it still had a deterrent effect.
These Werewolf haven't lost their minds; they probably won't launch an attack rashly.
"Awoo—" Long howls rang out one after another, probably to deliver a message.
The hurried running sounds began to slow down, Vincent and Hermione relaxed a little.
The best course of action is to maintain the status quo, but sooner or later they will find their Werewolf leader lying on the ground, unable to get up.
As the black smoke gradually dissipated, his appearance was beyond description.
His wolf-like head had become bald, and although his charred chest, which was directly facing the Blasting Curse, rose and fell slightly, the torn wounds were still bleeding.
Even if it recovers, it will likely leave large, permanent scars.
Time ticked by, and Vincent and Hermione's worst fears came true.
A Werewolf hiding behind a tree roared angrily, its sharp claws tearing off large pieces of bark.
Hermione quickly moved the gun barrel, aligned the three points, and then pulled the trigger sharply.
"Pfft—" The Orichalcum Bullet pierced through the exposed arm.
He screamed in pain and quickly hid back inside.
"Awooo—" The thing I least wanted to happen still happened.
The Werewolf were quiet for less than five minutes before they started to stir again.
The one who can become the leader must be the strongest.
Since he was defeated by the two junior wizards, it proves that acting alone was a mistake.
Let's attack together!
Just like before!
One dark figure after another swept past Hermione's sight, and she had no idea where to fire.
"Believe in yourself!" Vincent looked intently into her panicked eyes. "It's okay if you miss; our goal is to buy time!"
Hermione's gaze grew even more determined.
You don't need to take them all down, just make sure the Werewolf don't dare to come near.
She pulled the trigger repeatedly, spraying out large amounts of Orichalcum Bullet until she could no longer control the gun and began to raise it upwards.
"Next, this way!" Hermione shouted, gripping Vincent's hand tightly as she moved to the left.
Amidst the barrage of gunfire, a Werewolf was struck in the shoulder by a bullet that pierced through a tree trunk.
The powerful penetrating force startled them, and they quickly lay down and hid in the darkness.
"And here too!" Hermione gasped for breath, pulling the trigger almost as soon as she pointed the gun to the right.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
After the gunshot, a large tree fell down from the middle with a "thud".
Vincent stiffly turned his neck, staring blankly at Hermione was resting her face on his shoulder.
Regardless of whether you hit the target or not, you must maintain the right momentum.
The results far exceeded expectations, but it was a bit too much ammunition.
"Huff... huff..." All that could be heard around her was Hermione's rapid breathing.
She paused for a moment, then stopped leaning on Vincent's shoulder and turned to look behind her.
One more round should be enough.
"There's... there's also the very... last..."
Vincent obediently let her pull him to his side.
A few cries of agony were mixed in with the dense gunfire.
"Relax, they don't dare to come any closer."
Hermione lowered the still-smoking gun and slumped against Vincent's back.
She loosened her grip on Vincent's hand slightly. "How many... how many minutes left?"
"11 minutes."
She forced herself to straighten up and tried to Gunblade again.
Vincent opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
He always thought Hermione was a very stubborn person.
Once she decides to do something, no one can stop her.
Vincent gripped the Gunblade tightly and together they strained to raise the muzzle of their guns.
Hermione paused for a moment, then smiled slightly.
They worked together seamlessly, each taking turns standing guard on one side. Even as the gun barrels swayed violently, the Werewolf remained completely still.
One minute passed, three minutes passed, five minutes passed...
The only sound in the silent surroundings was the almost synchronized breathing of the two people.
The hourglass of the Time-Turner drips slowly, and it will soon be cooled down and usable again.
But at this very last moment, a faint glimmer of light entered Vincent's field of vision.
It was moving very fast, clearly heading this way.
Hallucination?
No, it's the light from the wand's Wand-Lighting Charm.
"Shh..." The Werewolf finally made a move.
Reinforcements?
"Awooo—"
After a few howls, the commotion grew even louder.
The Werewolf seemed to be leaving, yet also seemed to be launching an attack.
"Bang—" Vincent pulled the trigger, seemingly as a warning to them.
The surroundings quieted down again, but occasionally a faint sound could be heard.
Hermione stared intently at the approaching light. "Who do you think it could be?"
Vincent thought for a moment, "The most likely candidate is Hagrid, but his snoring is much louder than gunshots, so if anyone's coming over, it'll be the Centaur first."
The Forbidden Forest is so vast that it takes more than ten minutes to make a round trip on Rascal Rabbit.
Although the Centaur tribe was also located on the edge, it was much closer to Hagrid's cabin as the crow flies.
Besides, the professors should all be on night watch at the castle; it's impossible for them to come to the depths of the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night.
As the light drew closer, the Werewolf became restless.
"Bang—" The warning shot was no longer effective; instead, it only fueled the screams.
It doesn't seem like they're leaving, so there's only one possibility left.
"Awooo!" The Werewolf roared as they charged out of the darkness, their arms crossed in front of them.
No matter how fast Vincent raised his gun, or how steadily Hermione kept the muzzle down, they couldn't withstand their simultaneous attack.
Each time one falls, it only drives the Werewolf even crazier.
Closer, even closer.
Even with a gunshot wound to the abdomen, a Werewolf was determined to create an opportunity for his companions.
As the Gunblade pointed behind her, claws were already on Hermione's back.
She couldn't tear the Mithril Robe, but the immense force knocked her Vincent to the ground.
With a clang, the Gunblade fell to the ground and was kicked far away by another Werewolf.
Everything seemed to be settled.
But at this moment of despair, a beam of light suddenly shone down, exploding with blinding brilliance above their heads.
Vincent and Hermione quickly turned around so their backs were to the light source.
The bright light gradually disappeared, and my vision slowly recovered.
A figure gradually became clearer and walked towards the two of them.
Black shoes, black robe.
The familiar opening move of blinding—could it be my future self?
No, that's not right.
If it is your future self who saves them now, then who saves your future self?
Vincent and Hermione squinted, trying to make out each other's faces.
He had greasy, long black hair, a sallow face, a large, hooked nose, and narrow, black eyes.
"Heh—" along with his signature cold laugh.
The person who saved them was Snape?!