Even the softest grass had sharp tips.
"Crouch down!"
Reducing the area they could be hit was a very wise decision.
Byron raised his wand, guiding the blades of grass that had lost their targets upward before forcefully swinging it down.
Without Hermione needing to remind her, Daphne had already raised her wand over her head.
The damage was low, but there were enough of them.
The Shield Charm barrier at the tip of her wand lost its effect, and her school robe was slashed apart by the falling grass.
Hermione hurriedly wrapped an arm around her and raised her wand above both their heads.
"Ah—" The grass pierced their exposed school robes and stabbed into the skin on their shoulders and arms.
"Greengrass, blame yourself if you must!" Byron gripped his wand tightly, looking somewhat exhausted as though he wanted to continue casting.
Perhaps the drain had been too great; he failed the first time.
As he attempted it a second time, Hermione and Daphne supported each other as they rose.
Many blades of grass were embedded in one side of each of their bodies, and several cuts had been carved into their exposed cheeks as well.
"Separate—" Byron finally succeeded.
Just as he was about to chant his next spell, he looked up as if he had sensed something.
Their trembling little hands gripped their respective wands tightly.
"Multishot—"
"Stupefy!" x2
Two orange-red spells shot toward him.
One struck Byron in the head, while the other hit him in the chest.
He flew backward, dragging along the blades of grass that had just separated.
When he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, not only was his entire body burning with pain, but he also saw an extremely gloomy face.
Half an hour earlier,
In a burrow