The battlefield, filled with constant roars, suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone was watching the pale, thin Slytherin girl, their expressions reflecting their stunned disbelief.
Not even the group from Slytherin could believe that Astoria was completely unscathed after Navi's powerful blow.
No, Astoria was injured.
Her left sleeve was completely torn off, revealing her jade-like arm. The bloodstain on her arm had stopped oozing blood, but the torn sleeve was already soaked in blood!
Seeing the soft and panting girl holding her wand, everyone present was moved.
"Astoria!"
Deanco finally came back to his senses. He screamed and then ran to Astoria's side, while Pansy, Bracer, and the Nott family moved toward Astoria in unison.
Including Navi, the few people who had just stood up to the Slytherins hesitated but did not choose to block their way.
The four Slytherins surrounded Astoria, and Deanco got close enough to take a good look at the wound on Astoria's arm. Then, he turned his head and glared at Navi with a ferocious expression.
"You should lie on the ground and not get up, Astoria."
The Nott also looked at Navi with a sinister expression before saying sternly.
"It's just some flesh wounds, nothing serious."
Astoria gently shook her head,
"My Ironman spell blocked most of the magical damage. In fact, I wasn't actually fainting; I was just feigning unconsciousness."
"Feigning?"
Parkinson's eyes left Astoria's wound and widened as she stared at the younger sister who was not liked by her because of her closeness to Deanco.
"I had originally planned to wait for a good opportunity—"
Astoria nodded in agreement.
"Waiting for a good opportunity, at least to defeat one of them, but they were all very alert, and I had no absolute assurance. However, I could not continue pretending any longer."
Astoria's gaze fell on the lotus blossom who had lost all her teammates and turned pale.
The members of Slytherin all understood Astoria's meaning.
The lotus blossom and her teammates were coming after them, and if they didn't catch one of them by surprise, they would be the ones surrounded next.
Astoria's charm to make someone faint was quite powerful, and the lotus blossom had to face the reality that Curaena would not wake up anytime soon.
Slowly rising, the lotus blossom tried to control her anger and said coldly, "Astoria, you owe me and my team an explanation."
"Give me back the Badge of Beauxbatons."
"You'll never get it."
Deanco's eyes were cold, and a disdainful smile played on his lips.
"You've already lost, Malfoy."
Navi took a deep breath and said, "We can't let them win. We have to stop them."
"You no longer have the advantage of numbers."
"Who said so?"
Astoria had an unflappable and resolute expression, as if the wound on her left arm was of no consequence to her. She spoke a step ahead of Deanco,
"I can still fight."
Upon hearing this, the members of Slytherin showed a slight change in their expressions, but in the end, they did not scold Astoria for her statement.
"Even if you join the battle, little girl, you still have no chance."
In the dense woods, another voice suddenly rang out. Wickerdor, who had just emerged from the woods with his team a step deeper and another shallower.
"Durmstrang."
"Durmstrang!" The members of Slytherin suddenly tensed up, and Deanco's face turned as black as coal, angrily saying, "How dare they show their faces here?"
"It was Potter who took your badge, not us!"
"Cough cough..."
"Polyjuice and Lancelot's faces momentarily showed discomfort, and Wickordor also coughed twice before sternly saying,"
"But aren't you the enemy of all the bravery teams? If we let you leave from here, once you recover, no team will be your opponent."
Deanco's brow twitched, leaving him speechless.
Now, the situation has completely turned around.
The Slytherin killing team was now left with Deanco, Pansy, the Nott family, Bracer, and a possibly weakened Astoria.
And what they had to face was the fully established Diggory team, as well as the Krum team, augmented by a core member of Beauxbatons -- the lotus blossom Draco Curaena.
The Slytherins fell into a collective silence. Given the current situation, there was no need for further resistance. The Slytherin wizards wouldn't do something they knew they couldn't win.
"Surrender——"
Watching the surrounded Draco Malfoy, Cedric could feel his unwillingness,
"You are strong, but it's no longer worth it."
Cedric said.
The Slytherin group were indeed formidable opponents, and even though they didn't have the advantage of numbers just now, his team might not have been able to win either.
Not worth it?
The grey eyes of Deanco slowly dimmed flame suddenly burst into life once again.
"What gave you the courage to say that, Diggory?"
Deanco looked fierce.
"If you really think you can take us down easily, then come on!"
"Are you really going to continue, Malfoy?"
Neville said, frowning.
"I think you should call someone over to treat Greengrass' injury first."
"Thanks for the concern, Longbottom."
Astoria said coldly.
Deanco slowly turned his head. First, he looked at Astoria, reading determination from her blue eyes, and then he looked at Pansy.
Whether to engage in another brutal battle, Pansy seemed to hesitate for a moment, but when Deanco looked over, Pansy instantly made up her mind,
"I'll follow your orders, Draco."
Pansy gazed devotedly at Deanco's handsome face and said.
"Professor Blaise is part of our Slytherin College."
Bracer said indifferently,
"He passed down to us noble techniques, and no weakling has the right to make us surrender."
The nose of Draco Curaena and Wickerdor were twisted in anger. They all knew who the "useless" that Bracer was referring to was.
"I understand what you mean, Bracer."
Deanco pursed his lips and said. He took a deep breath and looked at the faces of the remaining few members of his team one by one.
"Purity and Professor Blaise's honor cannot be tarnished! Fight on!"
A sudden loud shout startled the three teams surrounding Slytherin, and the five spells that flew towards them in unison were so terrifying that Wickerdor was frightened out of his wits!
Zha!
Five powerful spells with different colors enveloped and rushed forward, accompanied by fine electrical light and a shriek that sent shivers down the spine. Wickerdor and his two teammates, who were facing this wave of attacks, were frozen in place by the five spells that sealed off their avoidance directions. They were completely at a loss about what to do next!
"Armored shield!"
Just as the three from Durmstrang thought that their turn had come, a savior appeared!
Luna's silver eyes shone with an unusual glow, and she almost simultaneously joined forces with the five Slytherins. At the last moment, she erected a magical barrier of Ironman spell in front of the three from Durmstrang. However--
Due to the position of the parties, Luna's Ironman spell could only block two spells. However, this precious moment allowed Wickerdor to grab the opportunity. He leaped to the right, knocking Poljuice down to the ground with him!
Bang, bang, bang!
After three deafening thunderous explosions, the unassisted Lancelot was blown away by the explosive force for nearly twenty feet, rolled a long distance on the ground before stopping, and unknown whether alive or dead!
