At this moment, the Great Hall was more lively than ever.
Not only were the long tables of every House packed with students who had returned to school, but even those who had come for the memorial service that morning and had yet to leave stayed for tonight's Celebration Feast. One had to wonder whether those adults who had never truly participated in the Hogwarts battle felt strangely embarrassed as they enjoyed a victory that did not belong to them. Amid the buzzing chatter, people spoke in low voices, listening to the heroes who had actually taken part in the Hogwarts battle recount the earth-shaking battle from days ago and explain how they had defeated Voldemort's Claws, who had outnumbered them several times over.
Especially those who had personally hunted giants. They were able to bask in the admiring gazes of those around them.
Those were giants, creatures that had made countless wizards tremble in fear, yet they had been killed without hesitation—slaughtered in a one-sided massacre.
As for the werewolves that countless people had avoided, innumerable casualties had been inflicted upon them on that viaduct.
Whether it was wiping out giants or eliminating hundreds of werewolves, both were legendary deeds that could never be replicated and were destined to be recorded forever in Hogwarts' history.
As the chief culprit behind it all, Albert's fearsome reputation had spread far and wide, even though he had not personally lifted a hand.
After all, he was the kind of ruthless man who could kill without even blinking. And those who had died were no ordinary people. To certain individuals living in the shadows, he was practically an omen of death.
If there was one flaw in the entire plan, it was probably the direct confrontation with the Acromantula.
The Acromantula, which everyone