Not noticing the fleet's losses, a flash of joy crossed Hermione Granger's face. Having never fought Voldemort before, she had been uneasy, but now her confidence in successfully holding him off had soared. Even though she realized her strength was greater than she had originally estimated, she did not relax. She steadied herself and continued reinforcing the magical shield's defenses, repairing the damage without the slightest slackening.
Penelope Clearwater, however, did notice the losses aboard the ships. Still, since none of her trusted people had been lost, she was annoyed but felt it remained within an acceptable range. She twirled the wand in her hand with ease, looked at the Dark Lord before her, and deliberately mocked him with arrogance. "You can't even break through the teamwork of a little witch who's only just graduated? Is that all the strength the Dark Lord has? No wonder the Gaunt family died out..."
"How dare you... how dare you..." Bellatrix screamed incoherently, and a green charm once again emerged from the tip of her wand. "I'll kill you... you filthy half-breed!"
This truly dealt a heavy blow to the Death Eaters' morale. They had already accepted that their master was no match for Allen Harris, but now the opponent of this Savior was the master of their current master, a god who had no way of coming here. That made the Dark Wizards, who had thought they possessed the highest level of fighting power in the area, begin to fear and worry about things like how they were supposed to win if even the people around the other side were this formidable...
"How disgraceful. A Pureblood, yet you pour your heart out for two filthy Mudbloods... and like them so much..." Voldemort's hideous face twisted with gritted teeth. His mummy-like, decayed false