Oppugno?

The Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts is located behind the castle, also known as the playing field. This is the Weasley brothers' and Harry's group's favorite place. However, Sean usually doesn't come here unless absolutely necessary, such as for the first event of the Four-School Tournament.

It's too far; it'll take quite a while to walk there.

However, the Quidditch Pitch was unusually lively today, as Viktor Krum, hailed as the best Seeker in the world, was going to play Quidditch on the Hogwarts pitch.

Durmstrang was almost entirely represented, while students from other schools who loved Quidditch also excitedly came to the edge of the field. They couldn't wait to climb onto the towering stands on both sides of the field, ready to see the Quidditch star show off his skills.

At the entrance to the stadium, Krum was tidying the branch of his Firebolt. He hadn't ridden Flying Broomstick since arriving at Hogwarts, and since the weather was nice today, he was itching to do it.

"Viktor, the other schools are cheering for you," a friend teased from behind.

Krum simply raised an eyebrow calmly; he was used to cheers.

"Viktor, if you're going to play Quidditch, why don't you go find those guys at Hogwarts— " A rough and impatient voice rang in his ear.

Krum turned his head and saw that the speaker was Reinhardt Nott.

The other person looked annoyed. "Being able to compete against an international superstar, those idiots will definitely be eager to form a team—and then I can enjoy your wonderful performance of single-handedly crushing their entire school."

Hearing this, Krum frowned. "You're so boring, Reinhardt."

Reinhardt scoffed, "Those idiots in the stands are still cheering for you, but the real top students at Hogwarts have come to see the entire Durmstrang as an enemy. Krum, haven't you felt the hostility the Hogwarts Champion have shown us lately? Professor Karkaroff's prized student, you actually think about giving your enemy any face?"

Krum frowned; the hostility was real, especially towards the two Weasley twins. They used to greet him warmly, but now they were giving him a malicious smile.

He didn't know the reason behind it, but it was indeed unpleasant—however, that wasn't a reason to directly clash with the other party, especially Reinhardt in front of him. You couldn't completely trust what this guy said; he seemed reckless and brainless, but in reality, he loved to instigate others to fight.

Krum turned around and said calmly, "I'm getting ready to fly. You can leave your words to the others."

Reinhardt suddenly laughed, "Mr. Nice Viktor, tsk, he's the one who came knocking first..."

Krum turned his head again and saw a large group of Hogwarts students walking in through the entrance, led by Sean Wallerup.

Moreover, they seem to have ill intentions.

Reinhardt gave a mocking laugh, then turned and went to meet him, leaving Krum standing there frowning.

As Sean led a large group of people into the Quidditch Pitch, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Isn't that Sean? Doesn't he not play Quidditch? What's he doing here today?"

"Could he be a hidden Krum fan?"

"Don't be silly, Sean only idolizes people like Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald... Hey, what happened to Reinhardt Nott of Durmstrang..."

"That arrogant guy, I heard he's always disliked Sean."

Just as the spectators in the stands were whispering among themselves, Sean had already reached the edge of the inner arena, and Reinhardt Nott swaggered over in front of him.

"Good day, Mr. Nott," Sean greeted with a smile.

Reinhardt crossed his arms with a forced smile, "Wallerup..."

Sean gestured with his lip towards his right hand. "Why aren't you using the same old tricks this time?"

Reinhardt revealed a mouthful of silver, then slowly made a throat-slitting gesture.

"That's more comfortable. Otherwise, I wouldn't have felt comfortable calling you an idiot directly," Sean said with a smile.

Behind him, the Weasley twins, Hugo, Ian, Harry, and others burst into laughter.

To Sean's surprise, the brainless guy opposite him only frowned but did nothing out of line.

A calmness that doesn't match his appearance...

Thinking of this, Sean slowly said, "I'm quite curious. That day when you stepped off Durmstrang's ship, wasn't that our first meeting? If I did anything inappropriate to you before, please help me recall?"

Reinhardt grinned. "Wallerup, you look disgusting."

Sean clenched his right fist and slammed it into his left palm, a look of sudden realization on his face. "I see!"

Then, with an embarrassed smile, he said, "I thought I had some kind of grudge against you, like killing your whole family or something..."

The Golden Dawn members behind Sean burst into laughter again.

Krum walked up from behind, frowning, and said, "This is the stadium, Reinhardt, come back— Wallerup, give me some face."

However, Sean merely glanced at him and asked, "Who are you?"

Krum's face immediately darkened, but he suppressed his anger and tried to appear as a mature wizard. "Wallerup, who I am is not important, but this is not the place for you to quarrel. If you are still not convinced, you can wait until the last project to settle the score."

Sean curled his lip, completely ignoring what Krum said.

He came here today specifically to cause trouble and to test the waters.

You think you can just send me away with a single sentence?

All I can say is that Krum didn't even understand Sean's goal.

Moreover, as a rich kid, I've never been so blatantly nitpicked before; I feel like my life is incomplete now.

He glanced at Krum, then looked at Reinhardt defiantly.

The other party showed no weakness and even made a universally recognized friendly gesture.

However, Sean had more people on his side, and they immediately returned the middle finger to each of them.

Krum suppressed his anger and then said to Sean in a senior's tone, "Can you not be so childish?"

Sean was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Krum said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Star, you're calling me childish?" Sean laughed heartily. "It's a simple matter. If you were Mr. Nott's friend, why didn't you stand up and stop him when he provoked me first, and teach him some basic manners? Instead, you're using such righteous reasons to accuse me of being childish? If you're not his friend, then, frankly, what business is it of yours?"

"You!" Krum's resolute face had turned ashen.

He was even a little unsure how to react, since in their previous conversations, Wallerup in front of him had seemed like a gentle and refined person.

Why are you using such harsh words today?

Sean looked into the distance and was somewhat disappointed to see that Leon Schneider, the prime suspect, was not on the field.

Since we're already here, the three of us should work together to find fault.

At this moment, the students in the stands who were waiting for Krum to take off also noticed that something was wrong.

"Hey, it looks like Sean and his friends are arguing with Krum and his friends?"

"I knew he didn't usually come to the Quidditch Pitch. Speaking of which, Ollivander, who's on Sean's team, was sent to the Hospital Wing after the last game. Could it be related to Durmstrang?"

"What? How despicable! I even idolized him!" A boy immediately jumped up in indignation.

Stephanie has won the hearts of many boys with her amazing costume change at the Christmas Ball, and incidentally, many girls are also drawn to her charm.

Leaving aside the crowd watching the spectacle from the stands, two groups at the edge of the arena were on the verge of exchanging blows. Seeing the Hogwarts' aggressive approach, the rest of Durmstrang students gradually moved to stand behind Krum.

The atmosphere inside the room became tense, but the two groups remained locked in a glare-at-the-moment standoff, occasionally throwing out sarcastic remarks.

Sean originally intended to provoke the other party into making a move, and then naturally launch a counterattack to beat up Krum and Reinhardt, especially Reinhardt.

If the other party is the vessel of "Sloth," this is a good opportunity to test them—in broad daylight, especially since Grindelwald visited Hogwarts yesterday, the other party would certainly not dare to make a move, not even the master behind him.

However, provoking the opponent to reveal their true strength was not Sean's goal; that was unrealistic. His main purpose was to observe more information from the details—and of course, beating the opponent up would also be a great bonus.

Interestingly, Reinhardt, who seemed irritable and easily angered, did not act rashly, even though his face was burning with anger just like Krum's next to him.

Fred's trash talk, which he learned from the smugglers in Knockturn Alley, was very effective.

With a gloomy expression, Reinhardt scanned the Hogwarts crowd, then suddenly looked at Sean, who was smiling.

"Wallerup, I suddenly understand something."

Sean blinked. "An idiot's brain has this function?"

Reinhardt sneered, "The reason is simple, and others have already told everyone— Mudblood is Mudblood, there's no point in trying to change it. You're as filthy as your bloodline. I can also tell you why I disliked you from the moment I arrived, because you're a stinking Mudblood."

"How dare you!" The people behind Sean immediately pulled out their wands, all of them furious.

Durmstrang's students also responded in kind, showing no signs of backing down.

Sean chuckled and pressed down on Fred's raised right arm behind him.

Sure enough, this person wasn't stupid. If a verbal sparring match escalated into a brawl between students from the two schools, Hogwarts, which started it, would definitely be severely punished, even if Reinhardt was the one who used the term "Mudblood" first.

However, for Sean, such insults seemed powerless, especially when he was better than the other person.

Upon seeing Sean's actions, a hint of gloom flashed in Reinhardt's eyes, followed by a grin.

"Rolling around in the Mudblood, you definitely picked up the smell of the stinky ditch... Oh, right—" he said as if suddenly remembering something, "Wallerup, don't you have a bunch of friends? I remember there were some bedbugs among them. Right, I remember now!"

Reinhardt turned to Krum and laughed heartily, "That girl you failed to invite to the Christmas Ball last time, what was her name again, Hermione Granger?"

"Shut up!" Krum roared.

Reinhardt, however, showed no restraint whatsoever. "Viktor, your taste is getting worse and worse. How could a Mudblood even enter your field of vision? That filthy bastard..."

Ignoring Krum's angry gaze, he looked at Sean again.

"Wallerup, which girl do you like? I see you two always together, but that's normal, Mudblood really do seem to be birds of a feather."

However, the scene he wanted to see did not appear; Sean simply shrugged.

"She's not here, but I think with her brilliant mind and outstanding abilities, she probably wouldn't take you too seriously—it's exhausting to argue with an idiot like you about such stupid questions. The best witch in school doesn't need to think about these things."

Outside the entrance, Daisy and Stephanie both looked at Hermione.

They heard that Sean was coming, so they rushed over and overheard Reinhardt's rude remarks and Sean's nonchalant response.

And his phrase "the most excellent witch."

Daisy tugged at Hermione's robe. "Sean really knows you."

Hermione's expression was complex, a mixture of slight anger, joy, and remaining pride.

On the other end, Reinhardt continued, "Well, we might have a big difference in our definition of excellence. Coincidentally, I ran into your Mudblood friend the other day. ' Oppugno '? Is that what the spell is called? Smashing fluffy little birds against the wall—it's certainly an excellent spell in the realm of pretend play, I admit."

Upon hearing this, Daisy immediately shook her fist angrily. "What a jerk! Does he even know the value of a self-created spell? This newbie who knows nothing dares to spout such nonsense!"

Directly opposite Reinhardt, Sean raised his wand.

"Avis"—A large Avis of fluffy yellow birds began to circle around the tip of Sean's wand.

Reinhardt immediately burst into laughter. "So it's a spell that works with this Summoning Charm. How cute, it's perfect for trash like you."

Sean gave a smile that sent chills down the spines of all the Durmstrang students.

"Although she won't mind, as her good friend, I mind that she keeps being insulted by you."

"However, I can't summon that many birds, maybe seven or eight?"

Sean raised his wand, and the circling yellow bird disappeared.

"Oppugno (oppugno)"

Thunder roared.

—————— Divider

I made two pictures of Stephanie in two different states and put them in chapter 489.

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