How Gods Are Defined

Hermione gazed at the dining table in the shadows with lingering fear and unconsciously backed away several steps.

"Is this Dark Arts or a curse? Or some kind of illusion spell? How did you break free, Sean?"

Sean pointed at Hufflepuff's Golden Cup. "That thing woke me up."

"The Golden Cup? But those tableware pieces were what made us sink into it... Why would there be something like this in Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets? And then it was the Golden Cup that woke you up..." Hermione could not make sense of it. She and Sean had come to the same conclusion.

If this was a trap, there was no need to wake Sean. And if it was not a trap, there was even less reason for what had happened earlier to occur.

Sean immediately swung his wand and sealed off the dining table. Those standing outside could no longer see what was happening within—he was worried that the previous situation might happen again.

"You saw the blood inside just now too, right?" Sean asked.

Hermione and Daisy both nodded. The latter said, "That blood was incredibly alluring. We were drawn toward it without realizing it. To me, that blood was like the most delicious food in the world... No, it could not even be called food, because I felt as though every cell in my body was craving that blood."

"But after Sean woke up, the blood disappeared." Hermione frowned. "Could there be a transfer spell inside? You remember, right? The tableware Ms. Hufflepuff made could transfer food."

"You mean that the blood was transferred here from some unknown place, but once we woke up, it vanished on its own?" Little White Flower said thoughtfully.

Hermione nodded. "I cannot think of any other possibility."

Sean said nothing. He merely carefully