[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-252":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496145,1944,"Chapter 252 -","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-252",252,"\u003Cp>Hermione didn't even consider that the standing figure in the distance might be Lucius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was having too much fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw someone still upright, lifted her wand, and casually tossed a Carian Phalanx in that direction—an elegant spell compared to the clumsy forty-meter sweep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen normal-sized Carian \"light swords\" shot forward in a tight formation, flying straight at the target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This spell was far easier than Carian Greatsword, and Hermione had already mastered it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant those swords weren't blunt \"energy clubs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were fully edged, clean and lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FXCK!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius Malfoy—who treated aristocratic composure like a religion—shouted profanity out loud for perhaps the first time in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that single outburst saved him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Hermione heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the blades closed in, their glow flashed across the man's face—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just enough for her to recognize him as Draco's father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression didn't change, but her control did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last instant, she adjusted the swords' trajectories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shaved past Lucius's cloak, sliced fabric at the edges, and flew harmlessly behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius's mind worked at the speed of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood immediately:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recognized him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was sparing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he did the only intelligent thing a \"loyal\" Death Eater could do in that situation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he made himself look injured anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a knife, slashed a few cuts across his own body, let blood stain his clothes, and collapsed dramatically onto the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he resumed his most important duty:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>professional-level \"spectator mode.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, Wormtail also decided \"spectator mode\" was the correct lifestyle choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still in rat form, he wedged himself into a corner and stayed perfectly still, praying Hermione wouldn't notice him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately for him, Hermione's spirit sense made that rat silhouette crystal clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply couldn't be bothered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wasn't coming out to play, she wasn't wasting time hunting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned and walked toward Voldemort again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted this finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment she reached Voldemort's side of the battlefield, she saw something that made her wince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rune robot—Ranni's construct—had been smashed into scraps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happened was obvious:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The robot's power core had been firing at maximum output for too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It ran dry, went limp, and in that vulnerable downtime Voldemort finally tore it apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione held her head, groaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great… how am I supposed to explain this to Ranni?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort, having just freed up some breathing room, was about to assess how his followers were doing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when he heard her complain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw what remained of his \"elite\" support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one of them standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat one word, venomous and shaking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Waste.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he struck first—again—trying to take advantage before Hermione re-established control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Hermione was no longer in the mood for games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd already lost a construct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd already wasted time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she stopped playing \"British dueling club.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more polite incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more traditional spell cadence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She switched to the stuff Arthur had drilled into her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lands Between sorcery—fast, brutal, and spam-friendly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her wand snapped like a conductor's baton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glintstone shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crystals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meteor bursts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Projectile after projectile—coming from angles that didn't even feel legal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, she re-formed a Carian Greatsword and started hacking at him like a battle priestess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't \"efficient.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was rage-casting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of attack pattern that says: I don't care what it costs, I just want you to stop existing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's defense collapsed into constant retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Block the front—get hit from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guard the left—catch a strike from the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodge the spell—almost eat the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handle the sword—get sniped by the Golden Order Greatsword's sneak attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even have time to process the most terrifying detail:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why aren't her spells requiring spoken incantations?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the stadium, the crowd collectively inhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Hermione fight like this—wand in one hand, sword-magic in the other, moving like a Valkyrie—made half the students start mentally reviewing their entire school history:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Have I ever offended Hermione Granger?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do I need to apologize right now, immediately, before the universe punishes me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Voldemort—the so-called Dark Lord—was getting beaten into something that looked less like \"terror\" and more like…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pig-snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that's when it got worse for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the pressure, Voldemort couldn't even maintain his human transfiguration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pig snout and snake lower body slipped back into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ironically, that snake body made him more agile—more flexible—so he could slither-dodge more cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a small mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to play the long game—wait for her to drain her magic, then strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A classic predator's patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except his calculation was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione's bombardment continued for half an hour without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that time, back at Hogwarts, Arthur literally pulled out a table and food, sat down with Ranni, and calmly ate dinner while watching the \"live stream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell drifted through the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People started swallowing nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some professors wanted to ask for food too—but pride held them hostage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Weasley twins, however, saw a business opportunity so bright it practically printed money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They flew to the kitchens, had the house-elves mass-produce boxed meals, stuffed everything into the Sumeru ring, and returned selling lunchboxes at one silver sickle per portion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No ingredient costs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why Arthur invested in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could smell cash in the air like trained hounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, Hermione's output began to slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her magic was finally hitting the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally she would've crashed earlier—except the elf aura had been quietly refilling her, keeping her going far past normal limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort sensed the change and sneered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Running out of magic? When your magic is gone—so are you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione was this close to pausing and deciding whether to retreat or call for help—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and then that line hit her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very calm smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And decided she still wasn't done having fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached into her Sumeru ring and pulled out a pile of egg-sized crystals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she started throwing them like she was feeding chickens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were Arthur's old invention:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>magic grenades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made them in bulk, in countless variants, modeled after Muggle explosives, because they were easy to mass-produce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant Hermione could throw them without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom after boom after boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort's feet never stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for a horrible moment, he remembered first-year Hogwarts—Quirrell's night—when Hermione had already done something similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grenades were stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More diverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Arthur's R&D never stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Hermione \"accidentally\" tossed a few special grenades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind Arthur only made occasionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment those detonated, the graveyard turned into a cursed laboratory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time power hit first—slowing Voldemort's local time flow, making his movements drag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant he couldn't dodge the next effects in time:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death power gnawed into his vitality, shriveling flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood power tore open wounds and made them pour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curse power slammed his state with weakening debuffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur had deliberately avoided putting \"Scarlet Rot\" into grenade form because it was too corrosive and uncontrollable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise Voldemort would've been suffering a fourth nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In only a few seconds, Voldemort looked like he'd stepped halfway into the grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reacted fast—turning into black mist and fleeing out of the blast zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He re-formed at a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left arm looked half-dead, dry and withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood ran down his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture was tight, tense, and shaky—nothing like the arrogant monster who'd just revived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he'd achieved one thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione's grenade pile was finally running low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she stopped pulling out crystals, Voldemort didn't immediately taunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he was cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He measured every breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, carefully:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Any other tricks… use them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already braced to run at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he was a villain, not a hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't owe anyone dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he also couldn't let go of the urge to kill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in his mind, Hermione was already this strong—right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he allowed her to walk away, grow further…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the next time they met, he might be the one who couldn't win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tools spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magic low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Voldemort hovered on the edge of a decision—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>escape and live,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or risk everything to end her here and now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Advance Chapters Available on Patreon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",1396,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.382Z",1,"novelbin.me","113a9200ad889b28d8853dc76f95db2853973c94e65cc953b08457edb14573bf","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-253","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-251",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]