It Was a Golem

Clementine's ears suddenly twitched. She jerked her head up, instantly pointing her wand toward the source of the sound, bread crumbs still clinging to her face. "Something's approaching!"

Hope immediately tossed aside her water bottle, rolled away from where she had been standing, and snatched up her wand.

The bushes rustled violently, but the one who emerged was Natalia, bedraggled from head to toe, with obvious bloodstains on her clothes.

The moment she saw the scene before her, her advancing steps swiftly turned into retreating ones. Her wand pointed at Clementine, while the trees beside her blocked Hope's angle for casting a spell at her.

Hope raised an eyebrow slightly, slowly shifting her feet as her gaze remained fixed on the corner of clothing visible through the gaps in the bushes.

Three wands faced off in the dim forest. The air seemed to freeze, and battle could erupt at any moment.

Just then, Clementine suddenly smiled and lowered her wand first.

"Calm down, Natalia. I have no intention of making an enemy of you." Her tone was sweet as she said, "How about we all put down our wands and have a proper talk?"

Natalia tilted her head. "Don't tell me you don't know there can only be one champion this time."

"Of course I know! You're not the only one who read the rules." Clementine shrugged, puffing out her cheeks. "But do you think the odds of any one of the three of us winning are high?"

Natalia fell silent, and the tension in her expression eased somewhat.

"I know you must understand that compared to you and me, Wade Grey, Jabari Weaving, and Viktor Krum are far greater threats."

Clementine said helplessly, "Even that little kid Harry Potter feels dangerous to me—the Savior title wasn't given to him