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.

"Ho--" and the iconic sneer.

The person who saved them was actually Snape!?

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Chapter completed!