"See? I told you they definitely wouldn't need help!"
After the last dark wizard attempting to turn and flee was blasted to the ground by several spells from behind, a familiar voice suddenly rang out at their backs, startling Neville and the others before they could even celebrate their victory.
"Don't get worked up. It's us."
Led by Fred, George, and Cedric, the members of the giant-hunting team appeared out of thin air behind the wary group without warning, giving everyone, Neville included, quite a fright.
If they had really been enemies, they probably would have been taken out in one wave.
"What the hell are you doing? If we hadn't held back just now, we might have hit you by mistake." Neville used his complaint to conceal his earlier loss of composure.
"Not bad." Fred smiled and lightly punched Neville's shoulder. "Though you're still not cautious enough."
"Why are you here? I thought..."
Hannah studied the high-spirited elite team and could not help frowning, a bad feeling rising in her heart.
According to the original plan, Fred and the others should have returned to the castle immediately after hunting the giants to reinforce the other teams.
Apparently guessing what Hannah was thinking, Cedric explained, "Those Dark Wizards have started banding together. We need to do the same, or we'll be picked off one by one."
It was not as though they had not considered hunting dark wizards to reduce their numerical advantage. But after ambushing two dark wizard teams in succession, they discovered that the enemy had begun moving in groups, and the groups were growing larger and larger like rolling snowballs. There was no way their small number could easily swallow them up; even if they won, it would be a costly victory.
So, after discussing it, everyone