Malfoy lunged at Flint, trying to stop what he was doing.
But he was ultimately a step too late. A malicious curse burst from the tip of Flint's wand and flew toward Hermione from a sinister angle of attack.
Flint even roared at Malfoy in dissatisfaction.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"I was aiming for that Mudblood's face! Now I can only hit her neck!"
Malfoy stared at Flint with a horrified look.
"You idiot, you have no idea what you've done."
"Don't drag me into this!"
The next second, Malfoy pulled out his wand and viciously struck himself with it, then let out a cry.
"Ah, I've fainted! This has nothing to do with me!"
Then he promptly lay down beside the wall.
Flint looked at the scene with contempt in his eyes.
"Spineless Malfoy. Is this the trick you learned from your father? All you Malfoys are cowards!"
After spitting, Flint turned his gaze toward Hermione, his face full of vicious anticipation as he waited to see her break out in foul-smelling boils.
Hermione, caught in the melee, realized too late that the curse was coming. She could only watch in terror as it flew toward her.
Just then, a familiar figure stepped in front of her.
"Rhine?"
"No!"
Hermione stared blankly at Rhine, who had once again stepped in front of her and taken the curse for her. Tears immediately streamed down her face.
Rhine turned around and comforted Hermione.
"It's fine, Hermione."
"It's just a little curse. It can't even make my nose bleed."
He was not exaggerating.
With the defensive power of Achieve Vajra Indestructible Body, let alone trash like Flint, whose only skill was playing Quidditch and whose magical ability was utterly pathetic, even Snape himself would likely be unable to breach Rhine's