Chapter 397

The next day.

XiaoZhangBanGongShi.

"Ugh, it hurts, it hurts, sister-in-law, I was wrong..."

Hermione was pinching Yueer's face, while Yueer pleaded pitifully.

At this moment, Titus, Ryan, and Ethan were all in the XiaoZhangBanGongShi, with Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, smiling as he watched the scene.

Yueer had just finished recounting everything that happened last night.

Hermione really hadn't expected that.

John actually ended up overexerting his soul from struggling with Yueer for control of the body, causing him to fall asleep again.

"So John is asleep again now?" Hermione let go, her tone tinged with helplessness and a hint of worry.

Yueer rubbed her reddened cheeks, nodded, and said, "Oh, brother is really weak right now."

"Yesterday I was probably too hasty and forgot I could lock myself up."

"Seeing that brother didn't lock me up, I thought he was just playing with me."

"In the end, as we played, he just... messed up."

Hermione looked at Yueer speechlessly, then pinched her cheek again in annoyance.

"Can't you two settle down? One is more troublesome than the other."

Yueer looked aggrieved, but then immediately lifted her head and pointed at Titus, accusing him.

"It's all his fault! He called me disgusting, and I got angry and fought brother for the body."

Titus shrank his neck, but still retorted stubbornly, "How was I to know you really exist? I thought John was just pretending..."

"Alright, alright, both of you say less."

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, his wand flicking lightly as several cups of steaming pumpkin juice floated to each person.

"It's good that the misunderstanding is cleared up."

"John's condition isn't serious; he just needs to sleep a while."

"But Yueer, you can't keep doing this from now on."

Yueer nodded obediently, the picture of a model student.

At that point, after hearing the full story, Ryan and Ethan also sorted out the situation.

Ryan approached Hermione somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sorry, Hermione (Senior), I misunderstood you yesterday... I... I thought..."

Hermione knew what he was referring to, and her expression became a bit unnatural.

She cleared her throat and said, "It's not your fault, Ryan; it's John being irresponsible that led to your misunderstanding."

Ethan, meanwhile, happily wiped away tears, relieved that John wasn't dead and everything was still fine.

Finally, Dumbledore admonished them to act as if they knew nothing.

John is now their secret weapon against Voldemort.

They all nodded in agreement.

The matter more or less ended here...

Well, actually not.

On the way back, the grudge between Yueer and Titus hadn't ended yet.

"You're a girl, how can you be so fierce?" Titus covered his arm, red from Yueer's pinch, grimacing.

"None of your business!"

"I'll stay fierce; if you dare call me disgusting again, I'll haunt you every day and give you nightmares!" Yueer shouted, hands on hips, eyes wide.

Titus dared not retort, thinking, "She's my good brother's sister; I'll just put up with it."

"Hmph, smart move." Seeing him back down, Yueer lifted her chin triumphantly.

She seemed to know she was now the team's pet.

With Hermione protecting her, her brother looking out for her, her parents loving her, and many professors being especially lenient,

she became a fearless little tyrant, unafraid of anything.

What Titus said yesterday had thoroughly offended her.

Having never suffered such an insult, she naturally wanted to get proper revenge.

Titus knew he was in the wrong, so he could only endure it silently, planning to detour whenever he saw this little ancestor in the future.

"Why are you walking so fast? Wait for me!" Seeing Titus try to run, Yueer bounced after him, a sly smile on her face.

"I remember I still have homework unfinished!" Titus didn't look back, speeding up.

"Homework? Hey, wait a bit and do mine too!"

Yueer kept chasing after him.

"I don't want to!"

"Even if you don't want to, you have to!"

They stopped pretending, one fleeing and the other chasing, running all over the castle.

Hermione watched their retreating backs, shaking her head helplessly.

Another month passed.

Nothing special happened during that month.

It was just that each college organized several wartime emergency evacuation drills.

The evacuation routes for each college were separate.

This was to prevent them from being wiped out all at once.

It is also to prevent unnecessary conflicts between the various houses amidst the chaos.

For example, some Death Eater Reserves might deliberately cause chaos.

After a few drills.

Dumbledore finally began a worldwide firefighting operation together with Grindelwald.

Their whereabouts are unpredictable; today they extinguished a Black Wizard riot in France, tomorrow they appeared in Germany to resolve a werewolf attack.

The situation in the magic world is like a boiling pot, bubbling everywhere.

They go everywhere putting out fires; wherever there is a Death Eater disturbance in Europe, there they appear.

Everyone knows that Dumbledore and Grindelwald have joined forces.

For a time, the anxious European magic world seemed to have taken a calming pill.

But some say that the fact that even they have joined forces shows how dire the situation has become.

As for this, both Dumbledore and Grindelwald remained silent.

The focus returns to Britain.

"Master, everything is ready."

In a dim secret chamber, a Death Eater kneels at Voldemort's feet and speaks respectfully.

"In five days, our people will gather in Paris, Berlin, Munich, etc., to launch a large-scale attack."

"Dark Magic Creatures will also be released at the same time into Muggle and wizard inhabited areas, creating chaos and panic. By then, Dumbledore and Grindelwald will surely be stretched thin."

"Very good." Voldemort satisfiedly curled the corners of his mouth, his long pale fingers lightly rubbing his wand.

"Pass the order down, prepare all the blockade formations."

"By then, if you can delay them for just one hour, each of you will have rendered great merit."

"But if you cannot, you will all die."

Upon hearing the final word 'death,' that Death Eater visibly shuddered, then immediately replied respectfully: "Yes, master. I understand."

"Retreat." Voldemort waved his hand, and that Death Eater, as if pardoned, bowed and withdrew from the secret chamber.

Voldemort rubbed the Elder Wand in his hand, the curve of his mouth gradually tightening, a flash of cold light passing through his eyes.

"Harry Potter, this time you cannot escape."