The prototype of the gun blade is the Browning HP pistol. The length of the gun body has been doubled, and the magazine has a traceless expansion spell, but the basic internal structure remains unchanged.
Hermione, who was barely an amateur military enthusiast, wanted to master it in a short time, which was undoubtedly a challenge to the running speed of the werewolves.
Vincent just told the story roughly once, and a few dark shadows passed through the dark woods.
"That's basically it. Remember not to put too much pressure on yourself. Make sure you have a target before shooting."
Hermione whispered the precautions he just mentioned in a low voice, staring at her surroundings intently.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous, but she couldn't be nervous now.
There are still 17 minutes left. Whether she can survive until the cooling down of the time turner ends depends on how well she learns.
The muzzle of the gun swung back and forth smoothly, and a werewolf jumped from tree to tree.
Hermione saw the opportunity and pulled the trigger the moment he stepped on the tree trunk.
"Peng——" A gunshot rang out, and a piece of tree bark was lifted into the air.
The werewolf who was almost hit hurriedly hid behind a tree trunk.
He obviously knew the power of the gun blade, as the small patch of hair stuck to his thigh was the best proof.
Although it missed, it had a deterrent effect.
These werewolves have not lost their minds and will not attack rashly.
"Ouch--" long-lasting howls sounded one after another, probably conveying a message.
The rushing sound began to slow down, and Vincent and Hermione relaxed a little.
The best plan is of course to maintain the status quo, but sooner or later they will find the werewolf leader lying on the ground.
The black smoke dissipated little by little, and his appearance could not be described as miserable.
The wolf-like head became bald, and although the blackened chest facing the blasting curse rose and fell slightly, the torn wounds were still bleeding out.
Even if it can be recovered, I'm afraid it will leave a large scar permanently.
As time passed by, what Vincent and Hermione were most worried about happened.
A werewolf hiding behind the tree roared angrily, and his sharp claws continued to tear off large tracts of bark.
Hermione quickly moved the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger again at three o'clock.
"Poof -" the orichalcum bullet pierced the exposed arm.
He screamed in pain and hid quickly.
"Ouch——" The thing that I least expected to happen happened.
The werewolves were quiet for less than 5 minutes, and then started to become restless again.
The one who can be the leader must be the strongest.
Since he was beaten down by two little wizards, it proves that it is wrong to act alone.
Attack together!
Like before!
One black shadow after another passed through Hermione's sight, and she didn't know where to shoot.
"Believe in yourself!" Vincent looked seriously into her panicked eyes, "It doesn't matter if you miss, our goal is to gain time!"
Hermione's eyes became more determined.
You don't need to knock them all down, you just need to keep the werewolves from getting close.
She pulled the trigger hard one after another, pouring out a large number of orichalcum bullets forward, until the muzzle of the gun could no longer hold it down and began to lift upwards.
"This way next!" Hermione shouted, holding Vincent's hand tightly and moving to the left.
Amidst the intense gunfire, a werewolf was hit in the shoulder by a bullet that pierced the tree trunk.
The powerful penetrating power scared them so much that they quickly lay down and hid in the darkness.
"And here!" Hermione gasped, almost pointing the gun to the right before pulling the trigger.
"Peng Peng Peng Peng..."
After the gunfire, a big tree fell down from the middle.
Vincent turned his neck stiffly and stared blankly at Hermione, who rested her face on his shoulder.
Regardless of whether the shot is successful or not, the momentum must be in place.
The effect far exceeds expectations, but it is a bit wasteful of bullets.
"Huh...huh..." The only sound left was Hermione's rapid breathing.
She slowed down a little, stopped leaning on Vincent's shoulder, and looked back behind her.
One more round should be enough.
"And...and the most...finally..."
Vincent obediently was pulled by her and turned sideways.
Several wails were mixed in with the dense gunfire.
"Relax, they don't dare to come close."
Hermione put down the still smoking muzzle and slumped on Vincent's back.
She slightly loosened her hold on Vincent's hand, "How many more...how many more minutes are there?"
"11 minutes."
She forced herself to straighten her back and tried to raise the gun blade again.
Vincent opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
He had always felt that Hermione was a very stubborn person.
Once she decides to do something, no one can stop her.
Vincent held the gun blade tightly and raised the muzzle with her strength.
Hermione was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
They had a tacit understanding of each other and were on guard. Even if the muzzles of the guns were shaking violently, the werewolves never made any movement.
The only sound left in the silence was the almost synchronized breathing of the two people.
The hourglass of the time turner falls little by little, and it will soon be cooled down and used again.
But at this last moment, a faint light broke into Vincent's field of vision.
It was moving very fast and was obviously heading here.
Hallucination?
No, it's the light that belongs to the wand lighting charm.
"Shasha..." The werewolves finally made some movement.
Reinforcements?
"Ouch——"
After several howls, the movement became louder.
The werewolves seemed to be leaving, but also seemed to be launching an attack.
"Peng——" Vincent took the initiative to pull the trigger, as if to warn them.
The surroundings became quiet again, but occasionally there was a slight sound.
Hermione stared closely at the bright light that was getting closer and closer, "Who do you think it could be?"
Vincent thought for a while and said, "The most likely thing is Hagrid, but the snoring in his sleep is louder than the sound of gunshots. If he wants to come over, the centaurs must come first."
The Forbidden Forest is so big that it would take more than ten minutes to return by riding a rogue rabbit.
Although the centaurs' tribe is also on the edge, the straight-line distance is much closer than Hagrid's wooden house.
Besides, the professors should all be keeping vigil in the castle, and there is no way they would come to the depths of the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night.
As the light got closer, the werewolves became restless.
"Peng——" The warning gunshot was no longer effective, but the howling continued.
It doesn't look like he's leaving, so there's only one possibility left.
"Ouch!" The werewolves roared and rushed out of the darkness, crossing their arms to block the front.
No matter how fast Vincent lifted the gun and no matter how steady Hermione pressed the gun, it would be difficult to resist their simultaneous attacks.
Every time one falls, the werewolves will only become more crazy.
Closer, closer still.
A werewolf fights for a chance for his companions despite being shot in the abdomen.
When the gun blade pointed behind her, the sharp claws had already landed on Hermione's back.
She failed to tear the mithril robe, but the huge force knocked her and Vincent to the ground.
With a "clang" sound, the gun blade fell down and was kicked far away by another werewolf.
Everything seems to be settled.
But at this desperate moment, a beam of bright light suddenly shot over, exploding a dazzling glare above the two people's heads.
Vincent and Hermione quickly turned their backs to the light source.
The bright light disappeared little by little, and my vision slowly recovered.
A figure that gradually became clearer walked towards the two of them.
Black shoes, black robe.
Could the familiar blinding hand be my future self?
No, that's not right.
If it is their future selves who save them now, then who will save their future selves?
Vincent and Hermione squinted their eyes, trying to see each other's faces clearly.
He has long greasy black hair, a sallow face, a huge aquiline nose, and narrow black eyes.