"Hermione, she's no longer responding to the sleeping vials, and my spells are useless!" Severus called out, grabbing a familiar black potion vial and throwing it at her feet while flying directly up to avoid the effects. As the glass shattered, darkness expanded and it left the werewolf agitated yet disoriented. I had to adjust for gravity as I aimed the rifle at her, and started firing the conflagration rounds at a slight angle to land on or at least near her.