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What are the villains talking about?

I didn't want to hold back my speed any longer, so I waved my wand at Amycus, sending an overloaded with magic Stupefy that exploded into a dozen clots. He managed to put up a shield, stopping more than half of them, but the rest broke through the gap, forcing the wizard to dodge. As the clots flew, I threw Glisseo around Amycus, making the floor beneath him incredibly slippery, and launched Confringo at his sides and upward.

As soon as Amycus's defenses crumbled, he tried to dodge, taking a step to the side, but slipped. As he fell, he went into transgression, flying upward in black smoke to let the Stupefy line of fire under him, but was hit by one of my invisible Confringo beams, and the fiery blast tossed the wounded wizard out of transgression. Amycus rolled on the floor, tumbling randomly, and froze unconscious only against the wall, his face pressed against it.

With a simple effort of magic, I dispelled the Silencio and the glue spell on my arm, placing my wand in the holster on my forearm and pulling out my cane.

"Nice," I smiled at the crowd. "But boring. I guess the winner is obvious?"

Interestingly, no one was in a hurry to help Amycus. The wizards sighed and removed the shield film between us, began to disperse to their companies, actively discussing what they saw. Draco sulked angrily and turned on his heel, quickly strode towards one of the doors, away from the hall. A group of Slytherins followed him.

How's Delphine doing?

How would I know that? I haven't rummaged through her dress. What kind of potion? At least, approximately.

I sat down at one of the empty tables, where the lights were slightly dimmed, and from the outside, only by concentrating on the place could one identify the wizard.

But, what's the point? Well, I mean, it's understandable that Delphine is a beautiful woman and all that...

Well, let her cut them.

"What if something goes wrong? Yes, and not at an official reception to kill them, even if they are notable shit?"

Okay, I got it. Have they already told everything? And who is there?

And that makes sense! He'll keep Voldemort from getting stronger, bring those two down in his eyes, and save the pretty lady by giving her the antidote. And then the "beautiful lady" can be asked for a favor. For himself, for the headmaster, and for Voldemort, if that's such a multi-step tactic. Unacceptable. Greengrass must remain neutral!

Rowena's voice had a distinct note of irony.

Sitting at a table in the hall and no longer looking at the wizards around, I wrapped myself in a shadow and literally fell into it, focusing on the exit point organized by Rowena. Come, kick the shit out of everyone, pick up the Delphine — the plan is as simple as five sickles.