Chapter 692: How to make Snape break through his defense instantly
When Vincent cast the blasting spell, Snape happened to search near the centaurs' territory.
Although it was very faint when it floated over, he still noticed the black magic aura.
The little bastards stayed up most of the night, and they were really doing something shady.
Learn black magic?
Dumbledore can't keep him either!
After taking a perfect sprint potion, Snape could run like a broomstick.
Not only did it lift up large swaths of fallen leaves, there were also faint afterimages.
About 5 minutes later, a gunshot was heard from ahead.
Tsk tsk - Forget about dark magic, you still dare to tinker with Muggles' dangerous items.
Even if it only hits a leaf, it will cause great damage to the ecology of the Forbidden Forest!
Snape had already drank the second bottle of sprinting potion when intense gunshots continued to ring out.
The same potion will not produce the result of one plus one being greater than two, but it can slightly extend the duration.
Without stopping for almost a second, Snape quickly ran to his destination.
However, the scene in front of him couldn't make him happy at all.
A werewolf, or a group of werewolves.
As if recalling some painful memory, or because of Trelawny's prophecy, Snape squeezed the raised wand tightly and flicked the light on the tip of the wand away.
Ultimate fluorescent flash is different from fluorescent flash in that it can continuously emit strong light.
When the werewolves fell to the ground in pain, he sneered and walked towards Vincent and Hermione.
"Snape!?"
"Ho--" Snape quickly glanced at the miserable-looking werewolf leader.
When he saw the tall and thin werewolf, the corners of his eyes twitched obviously several times.
"Let me guess, Mr. Heartthrob and Miss Know-It-All got lost, and then accidentally passed by the place where werewolves lived, and unfortunately they were targeted by them?"
Vincent, who was lying on the ground, rolled his eyes and said, "Professor, I think you'd better deal with them first."
Snape snorted coldly, "It seems that your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is very incompetent."
He glanced at the werewolf leader and the tall and lanky werewolf intriguingly, "The blasting spell, and it has been improved."
Hermione raised her hands with difficulty and tried to sit up and say something.
Snape glanced at her coldly: "Granger, if you don't want to stay in bed for the rest of your life, I advise you to be obedient like Wayne and don't move around."
Vincent was about to retaliate, but swallowed the words as they reached his lips.
If you care, you care. If you don't want to speak up, you will feel weird.
At least he saved them, so I won't argue with him this time.
Hermione lay back down obediently.
"Hmph -" Snape snorted coldly from his huge aquiline nose, and then walked towards the group of werewolves struggling on the ground.
He kicked the lanky werewolf as if to determine his life or death.
Vincent and Hermione's eyelids were beating wildly.
If the werewolves suddenly attack...
"Professor, I think it's best for you -"
Snape turned around with great impatience, "It seems that you don't know much about werewolves, you can even say you know nothing about them."
Tolerate!
Vincent tried his best to soften his expression, "Dear Professor Snape, can you tell us about the werewolves you know about?"
Snape watched him gnashing his teeth and trying to act like a good boy, feeling happy and happy in his heart.
The little bastard has asked for advice on honesty and integrity, so I can barely say a few words.
He kicked the tall and lanky werewolf again, "Wolfism is a heritable magical disease. As long as it is infected, the offspring can only be werewolves..."
As the blood is passed down from generation to generation, pure-blood werewolves similar to pure-blood wizards appear.
But unlike magic, the genetic probability of lycanthropy is 100%, and it will never show its characteristics like a squib.
After passing through generations of inheritance, pure-blood werewolves gradually became able to maintain their sanity while transforming.
According to Muggles, this is biological evolution.
Snape paused and glanced at the werewolves who were no longer struggling.
"The characteristics of lycanthropy include not only transforming into a werewolf on a full moon night, but also causing the infected person to lose their mind, become brutal, and become bloodthirsty."
He lowered his head and kicked the tall and lanky werewolf. "Pure-blooded werewolves generally do not attack on their own initiative. They are much safer than those who are mixed-blooded and infected, especially infected wizards."
Hermione, who didn't know when she sat up, suddenly raised her hand, "Professor, so the two werewolves at your feet are not pure blood?"
"Oh -" Snape sneered, "Let me guess again, you provoked an irrational werewolf and then attracted all these werewolves?"
"No way!" Vincent sat up suddenly, "He ran so fast, how did we know he was a werewolf?"
"Oh?" Snape walked back slowly, "You guys are really excellent model students for chasing him here in the middle of the night."
Vincent could hardly stand it any longer.
It's not easy to make excuses, so tell the truth that will definitely interest you.
"Professor, we first suspected that he was Black, so we followed him all the way from Hogsmeade to——"
With a "bang" sound, a werewolf was knocked unconscious by the stun spell.
Snape breathed quickly and slowly lowered his wand, "Then you found out that the suspect was the wrong target and was targeted by him?"
"That's right." Vincent said with a harmless smile on his face.
"Professor, dementors don't come to school en masse for no reason. There must be something attracting them."
Snape said solemnly, "Details, tell me all the details."
Apart from the time-turner, I can honestly say everything I can.
As expected, Snape's defense against Sirius, the indirect murderer of Lily, was broken in an instant.
"Bang-bang-bang-"
The werewolves were knocked unconscious one by one, making Vincent's eyes twitch.
If you want to vent, you wouldn't vent it on an innocent werewolf.
Snape panted slightly, his face terrifyingly gloomy, "Go back to the castle to find McGonagall."
"Professor, but we..."
Without looking, he threw a small bottle at each of them.
Vincent, who was almost hit on the head, bit off the cork and smelled it.
It has a very unique smell, and you can't even guess what kind of potion it is.
The possibility of poison is very low, it should be a relatively advanced healing potion.
Vincent and Hermione looked at each other, then drank the potion.
A warm current starts from the tongue and quickly spreads throughout the body.
The pain of the wound disappeared little by little, and I could even feel that the broken bones were slowly healing.
"It's a magic potion!" Hermione looked at her no longer bruised ankle in surprise.
Even minor injuries like intradermal bleeding can be cured instantly. There is only one magical potion that can cure various diseases and wounds.
It has no fixed formula and only a potion master can successfully brew it.
Vincent smacked his lips, feeling the residual warmth brought by the potion.
Not only the wounds on his body, but also his physical strength was recovering quickly.
Snape has a big problem if he is willing to give such a good thing to them.
His eyes were fixed on the tall and thin werewolf, and he had just poked and kicked him several times. He was probably not acquainted with him, and he had a lot of hatred.
Snape suddenly turned around and glared.
"Professor, let's leave now!" Vincent quickly stood up and lightly hooked his fingers towards the gun blade and suitcase.
It is indeed a top-notch healing potion. If you have the chance, you must buy a few bottles for self-defense.
In order to avoid being noticed in advance, Vincent took Hermione and left quickly.
After the two left, Snape looked back at the tall and lanky werewolf.