Can You Hold On?

Hermione did not hesitate, firing three spells at Tver in rapid succession.

Yet—

As though responding to them, three stones immediately flew up from the ground, blocking each spell one by one before crumbling into sand and falling slowly.

Tver remained standing there, smiling.

"I know it's difficult for you to understand for the moment. But just as I didn't kill you today, I allow you to be angry, saddened, and grief-stricken, because I have always regarded you as my most precious students."

Hermione's face was taut as she flicked her wand swiftly toward the ground.

But her newly successful Transfiguration was immediately suppressed.

That effortless display of power, crushing her magic so easily, made her bite her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with unwillingness.

"I know that you have put in a great deal of effort over the years, and you don't want to see it all come to nothing."

Tver opened his arms to them, his gaze lingering on each of the four in turn.

"But wrong is wrong. I can give you the chance to make up for your mistakes. Come, accept my embrace as you once did, and together we can change this unreasonable world."

Unexpectedly—

Upon hearing this, Harry and Ron exchanged a glance. Instead, they raised their wands resolutely and moved to Hermione's side.

Even Malfoy, who had just been shoved away, returned with a dark expression.

"I admit that you're very powerful, and your words are very persuasive. But using Professor Fawley's face to do something like this—I will never forgive you."

Tver blinked, and his smile stiffened slightly.

The four of them gave him no further chance to "reason" with them and attacked almost simultaneously.

Spell after spell flew toward him. Even he had to take two steps back and let