Viktor's retort silenced the Slytherin group.
No matter whom the Durmstrang group had encountered, it could only have been the Hogwarts team.
Whether it was Potter, Granger, Weasley, Diggory, Longbottom, or Lovegood, they were all physical education class students.
After a year of brutal training, they knew just how thoroughly they had been transformed. They had no doubt that the three Durmstrang students had been defeated.
"Which way did they go?"
Draco asked with a frown.
"Sorry—"
Viktor showed none of the dejection one might expect after having his School Emblem taken. He remained calm as he said,
"No comment. There's no rule saying we have to report to you, is there?"
Having just suffered a major loss at Fleur's hands, the Slytherin group immediately flew into a rage. They glared coldly at Viktor, as if they would pounce and tear the three of them apart the next second.
But the same rule still applied.
This was a competition venue, not a battlefield. Countless people were watching them through the live broadcast, so they could not possibly torture Viktor.
Still, figuring out where the other team that had just fought here had gone was not difficult.
After a brief inspection, they quickly found the footprints left by the three people who had fled in panic.
After giving the three Durmstrang students watching their movements an indifferent glance, Draco led his team in swift pursuit.
Viktor, Poliakov, and Lancadel remained silently where they were, watching the Slytherin students leave. Only after they had vanished from sight and all sounds had faded away did they finally relax.
"They're stealing School Emblems too!"
Poliakov, the tall and skinny boy who had tried his best to remain calm just moments ago, was now drenched in sweat. He panted heavily, like someone who had nearly