When Allen finished speaking, he began walking slowly toward Susan Bones.
"Headmaster Harris, I understand. Please go ahead." Susan Bones, the rosy-cheeked, slightly plump Hufflepuff girl, agreed on her own before Allen had even finished.
That made Hannah Abbott, whose face was just as rosy, start waggling her eyebrows at her best friend from below the stage. Susan instantly grew a little embarrassed, beginning to feel that her answer could easily be misunderstood and had been a bit too forward.
Allen, however, clearly had no mind to ponder what the young witches were thinking. Having felt rather uncomfortable under Hermione's stare earlier, he kept a fairly serious expression and tapped Susan a few times with the wand in his hand.
Unlike Lisa Turpin's armor from before, which let her feel a force field forming, Susan could only feel a layer of magic covering her body. It merely traced the shape of her figure, wrapping her up tightly from head to toe.
"Don't be afraid..."
As Allen spoke, he cast Oppugno again.
The shattered stones that had been torn apart by the Hundred-Eyed Demons' arms within the area confining them suddenly shot up from the ground. This abrupt change made the three Hundred-Eyed Demons inside the confinement circle freeze in the midst of their frenzied tearing. By now, the wounds where their arms had been ripped open had stopped bleeding, and the granulation tissue growing from their severed limbs was visibly inching longer.
The rising stones were like locusts swarming through the sky as they came pelting down toward Susan's head and face.
Though Allen had reassured her beforehand, Susan's expression was inevitably terrified. The girl whose complexion had always been rosy was now paler than she had ever been. She clenched her wand tightly, wanting to cast Protego, but the