bacchusnovels Chapter 415 The Hunt Begins
Chapter 415 The Hunt Begins
Chapter 415 The Hunt Begins
“That’s right,” Mrs. Granger nodded. “And it might be her first love. Hermione has always been very rational and not the kind of child who is easily troubled by emotions, but this time, she’s completely different.”
"Love, huh..." Mr. Granger scratched his head, looking somewhat helpless. "What should we do? She's our precious daughter, and I don't want these things to affect her studies or other important matters."
Mrs. Granger smiled and patted her husband's hand. "Calm down, darling. Hermione is a smart girl; even in love, she won't lose her sense of propriety. All we can do now is give her enough space."
"If she's willing to tell us, we'll listen. If she's not, we shouldn't force her."
"But..." Mr. Granger was still a little worried. "What kind of person do you think her love interest will be? After all, Hogwarts sounds like a place full of unreliable wizards."
Mrs. Granger couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, Hermione's judgment is excellent. I'm more curious about what kind of person could make our usually calm daughter so unsettled."
"Indeed," Mr. Granger shrugged. "Perhaps we'll find out in the future. Hopefully, that person is worthy of her affection."
The two turned off the lights, chatted, and gradually drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, Hermione next door was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, pondering the unanswered mystery of her emotions.
Unbeknownst to her, her parents had already noticed her "abnormality."
To clear her mind, Hermione slowly reached her hand down to her pajama bottoms, there...
Durmstrang.
"Are you ready?" Sean asked loudly as he stood in front of the students.
The four columns in front of them each had a different expression; some were nervous, while others were impatient.
Are you kidding me? One against dozens?
Even if Karkaroff himself came, he would have to surrender, let alone this wizard from England.
Even today, many wizards here are still not very familiar with Sean.
Disdain is inevitable—people only want to believe what is happening in front of them.
"Well then, everyone," Sean smiled slightly, his voice calm, "let's begin."
As soon as the words were spoken, the students sprang into action. Some quickly ran away to find cover, but most chose to gather together, clearly intending to teach the professor a lesson once the game officially began.
However, Sean noticed that Krum was not among these people.
"This kid is smarter," he muttered to himself, looking at the gathered student group.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
"Time's up," Sean's voice rang out again.
Almost instantly, all the students felt a completely different aura.
Just now, Sean was like a sword sheathed in its scabbard, but now he has been drawn.
"Let's begin," he said casually, his figure vanishing from the spot.
The chill in the air suddenly intensified, and the students' expressions grew increasingly tense.
Looking around, they could not see any movement.
Without a sound or a trace, Sean seemed to have vanished completely.
In the snow, a student suddenly sensed movement behind him, whirled around, and saw a blur of motion rushing towards him. He instinctively shouted, "Quick! Defense! Armor!"
However, it was too late.
Like a bolt of lightning, before the Ironclad Spell had even fully formed, Sean appeared behind the student and whispered, "Faint down."
"Bang!"
The student was powerless to resist and fell heavily to the ground.
Upon seeing this, the other students were alarmed and quickly adjusted their formation, fixing their gaze firmly on the direction where Sean had disappeared.
However, the next moment, Sean reappeared in another corner, moving with ghostly speed, dodging all the magical attacks.
"Join forces!" someone shouted. Several groups of students quickly coordinated, flames, frost, and lightning intertwined, and the magic light shone brightly, like fireworks.
Colorful fireworks.
However, these magic spells were useless against Sean.
He moved like the wind, nimbly weaving through the gaps, his counterattacks precise and swift. A student who attempted a sneak attack was struck by Sean's dark red explosive spell, flying backward and bleeding from the mouth.
Taking advantage of this brief respite, Sean once again vanished into the cold air.
The battle gradually became one-sided and overwhelming.
Soon, as Sean had anticipated, the students' psychological defenses crumbled as they faced the inability to hit their targets, and one by one they began to retreat.
The defeat spread rapidly, like an avalanche.
In the end, only five or six people remained in front of Sean. "Where...did they all go?"
One of the students, his voice trembling as he watched Sean approach, glanced around in a panic.
"Those bastards are always like that, aren't they?" another student replied, looking embarrassed. "The moment they sense something's wrong, they run faster than rabbits in the Caucasus Mountains."
The third student didn't speak, but quietly tightened his wand while looking around.
It's not hard to see that he also had plans to escape.
Hiding in the snow for five hours still offers a glimmer of hope.
With only six of them facing such a "monster," they had absolutely no chance of winning!
Yes, without realizing it, in his mind, Sean had become synonymous with "monster".
“Those who run away are the least worthy of praise,” Sean said softly, standing in front of the group. “But at least they knew they were no match for the enemy and chose a different path, which was wiser than continuing to waste time in a desperate struggle.”
The student who had just asked, tremblingly, "Where did they go?" lowered his head, his face growing increasingly grim. Although he did not agree with Sean's opinion, he did not refute it, but silently gripped his wand tightly, preparing for a final act of resistance.
Sean didn't say anything more, his indifferent gaze sweeping across everyone's faces.
He sensed their tension and fear, but also saw a degree of perseverance and determination within them.
"You were the last ones standing," Sean said, his tone still calm. "That means you all have more stamina than the others."
And she's a little braver. But... that's all.
The next moment, he slowly walked through the group of people.
The men stared intently at Sean, like loyal guards awaiting the king's instructions.
The reason for this -
They couldn't move.
From above, six students stood stiffly in a semi-circle in the snow, surrounded by other students who had been knocked down earlier, creating a chaotic battlefield.
Sean stood in the center of them, calm and composed, much like a king looking down upon his subjects.
The cold wind howled, making the desolate snowfield seem even more deathly still and frigid.
Sean slowly raised his wand, his gaze somewhat amused. A strange light emanated from the tip of the wand, enveloping the entire Durmstrang.
Like a scene from a game, all the students' names appeared one by one, floating above their heads, clear and conspicuous.
Sean looked at the floating names and smiled.
"The hunt begins."