When facing an opponent whose raw strength surpassed your own, trying to overpower them head-on was foolish—that was Professor Breen's teaching.
Harry and Hermione wasted some time digging a trap for the Stone Monster, so that they would not suddenly lose the protection of warmth during their upcoming battle with it.
Before the glowing crimson mist surrounding them disappeared, they proactively replenished it once.
Meanwhile, the gigantic ice block still stood there. Fleur sat boredly on a rock, fiddling with the key she had obtained in the previous round.
When she saw Harry and Hermione rush out, Fleur happily stood up to ask about the situation, only to be ignored once again by the victory-focused pair.
Hmph!
Fleur stamped her foot in adorable anger, but in the end, she could only sit back down helplessly and continue keeping the dull wind and snow company.
With the trap ready, Harry and Hermione stood more than forty feet away from the Stone Monster on the right, wands in hand and bodies tense.
"Ready, Hermione?"
Harry tightened his grip on his wand, only to find his palm drenched in sweat. He hurriedly wiped both his hand and the wand handle on his clothes.
"Let's begin, Harry!"
Hermione's messy brown curls whipped wildly in the gale, but she had no mood to tidy them. Her full attention was fixed on the Stone Monster, which stood like a statue.
Whoosh!
A sharp shriek suddenly pierced the howling wind as Harry raised his wand and fired a Disarming Charm at the stone creature's single leg.
After confirming that his spell had indeed shattered several chunks of stone, Harry shouted,
"Run, Hermione!"
Then, without the slightest hesitation, the two of them turned and ran toward the Teleportation Stone Gate.
Roar!
But before they had even taken more