The Equation of Victory "See? I told you they definitely wouldn't need help!"
After the last Dark wizard who tried to turn and flee was blasted to the ground by several spells from behind, a familiar voice suddenly rang out at their backs, startling Neville and the others, who had not yet had time to celebrate their victory.
"Don't get worked up, it's us."
Led by Fred, George, and Cedric, the members of the Giant Hunting Squad appeared out of thin air behind the wary Neville and his group without warning, giving everyone, Neville included, a huge fright.
If they had really been enemies, they would probably have been taken out in one wave.
"What the hell were you doing? If we hadn't held back just now, we might have hit you by mistake." Neville used his complaint to cover up his earlier loss of composure.
"Not bad." Fred smiled and lightly punched Neville's shoulder. "Though you're still not cautious enough."
"Why are you here? I thought..."
Hannah studied the high-spirited elite squad and could not help frowning, a bad feeling rising in her heart.
According to the original plan, Fred and the others should have returned to the castle immediately after hunting the giants to reinforce the other teams.
Perhaps guessing what Hannah was thinking, Cedric explained, "Those Dark wizards have started grouping up. We need to group up too, or we'll be picked off one by one."
It was not as though they had not considered hunting Dark wizards to reduce their numerical advantage. But after ambushing two Dark wizard squads in a row, they discovered that the enemy had begun moving in groups, and those groups were growing bigger and bigger like snowballs. Their small force could not swallow them easily. Even if they won, it would