Hogwarts Homecoming

The battlefield, which was roaring constantly, immediately fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone looked at the pale, thin Slytherin girl, their faces unable to hide their astonishment.

Even the Slytherin group couldn't believe that Astoria was unscathed by Neville's powerful blow.

No, Astoria was injured.

The sleeve of her left hand was completely torn, exposing her jade-like arm. The blood mark on her arm was no longer bleeding, but the torn sleeve was soaked with blood!

Everyone present was moved by the girl holding the wand and breathing softly.

"Astoria!"

Draco finally came to his senses. He screamed, and then ran to Astoria, while Pansy, Blaise and Nott also rushed to Astoria.

Including Neville, the few people who had just confronted Slytherin and others hesitated, and did not choose to stop them.

The four Slytherins surrounded Astoria. Draco took a close look at the wound on Astoria's arm, then turned his head and stared at Neville with a ferocious look.

"You should lie on the ground and don't get up, Astoria."

Nott also looked at Neville sinisterly, then said with a straight face.

"It's just some flesh wounds, nothing."

Astoria shook her head gently,

"My armor spell blocked most of the magic damage. In fact, I didn't faint, I was just pretending."

"Pretending?"

Parkinson's eyes left Astoria's wound and stared at this school girl who was not liked by her because she was a little close to Draco.

"I was going to wait for a good time-"

Astoria nodded,

"Waiting for a good time, at least one of them can be frustrated, but they are all very vigilant, I am not absolutely sure but I can't continue to pretend-"

Astoria's eyes pointed to Furong, who had lost all her teammates and had a blue face.

Several Slytherins understood what Astoria meant.

Fleur and her teammates were also coming for their group. If they didn't take down one of them by surprise, it would be their turn to be the besieged party.

Astoria's stunning spell was quite powerful. Fleur had to face the reality. Triana would not wake up for a while.

Slowly getting up, Fleur tried to control her anger and said coldly,

"Give me back the school badge of Beauxbatons."

"Don't even think about it."

Draco's eyes were cold, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"You are doomed to fail, Malfoy."

Neville took a deep breath and said,

"You no longer have the advantage in numbers."

"Who said that?"

Astoria looked calm and resolute, as if the injury on her left arm was not a big deal to her. She said before Draco,

"I can still fight."

Hearing this, the expressions of the Slytherins changed slightly, but in the end they did not stop Astoria from saying that.

"Even if you join the battle, little girl, you still have no chance of winning."

Another voice suddenly came from the dense forest. Viktor, who had not yet exposed himself, led his team out of the forest step by step.

"Drmstrang"

The Slytherins suddenly tensed up, and Draco's face turned black. He said angrily

"It was Potter who took your school badge, not us!"

"Ahem--"

Polyarco and Lancadel looked unnatural, and Viktor also coughed twice, then said with a stern face,

"But you are the enemy of all the warrior teams, aren't you? If you leave here, when you catch your breath, no team will be your opponent."

Draco's eyebrows twitched, and he was speechless.

Now, the situation has completely reversed.

The Slytherin hunting group only has Draco, Pansy, Nott and Blaise, and Astoria, who doesn't know how much combat power is left.

What they have to face is the complete Diggory team and Krum's team with the core of Beauxbatons - Fleur Delacour.

The Slytherins fell into silence. Judging from the current situation, they no longer need to resist. Slytherin wizards will not do things that they know are impossible.

"Give up--"

Looking at the surrounded Draco Malfoy, Cedric could feel his unwillingness.

"You are strong, but... it's meaningless."

Cedric said.

The Slytherins are indeed strong opponents. Even if they didn't have the advantage in numbers just now, their team might not win.

No meaning?

The extinguished fire in Draco's gray eyes suddenly flared up again.

"What gives you the courage to say that, Diggory?"

Draco looked fierce.

"If you really think you can easily get us out, then come on!"

"Do you really want to continue, Malfoy?"

Neville frowned and said,

"I think the most important thing you should do now is to call someone to heal Greengrass."

"Don't bother, Longbottom."

Astoria said coldly.

Draco turned his head slowly. He first looked at Astoria, and after reading the determination in her blue eyes, he looked at Pansy again.

Pansy seemed a little hesitant about whether to go through another more brutal battle, but when Draco looked over, Pansy immediately made up her mind,

"I'll obey your orders, Draco."

Pansy looked at Draco's handsome face and said infatuatedly.

"Professor Blaine is from our Slytherin College."

Blaise said lightly,

"He passed on noble skills to us, and some incompetent people are not qualified to let us surrender."

Fleur and Viktor were so angry that their noses were crooked. They all knew who the "incompetent people" in Blaise's mouth were referring to.

"I understand what you mean, Blaise"

Draco pursed his lips and said, he took a deep breath and looked at the faces of his remaining team members one by one,

"The glory of pure blood and Professor Blaine cannot be tarnished, do it!"

The sudden roar scared the three teams surrounding Slytherin, and the five spell lights that rushed towards him in unison scared Viktor's soul to death!

Swish!

Five powerful spells with different colors and electric light penetrated the air, making a shrill scream that made people's scalps numb. Viktor and his two teammates who faced this wave of attacks head-on were stunned by the five spells that blocked their evasive direction, and they had no idea how to act!

"Armor protection!"

Just when the three Durmstrangs thought that their appearance was a foregone conclusion, the savior appeared!

Luna, who was closest to them, had a strange light flashing in her silver eyes. She attacked almost at the same time as the five Slytherins. At the critical moment, she set up a magic barrier of the Iron Armor in front of the three Durmstrangs, but--

Because of the distance, Luna's Iron Armor could only block two spells, but Viktor still caught this precious gap. He suddenly rushed to the right and threw Polyaco, who was standing on his right, to the ground!

Boom, boom, boom!

After three deafening thunderclaps, Lancade, who had no one to help him, was blown away nearly twenty feet by the strong wind of the explosion, and then rolled a long distance on the ground before stopping. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive! (End of this chapter)