The Remaining Two

Crack, crack. The invisible shield around Krum was continuously shattering.

Yet, relying on the sharp perception of a world-class Seeker, Krum detected the breaks and repaired them as soon as they appeared.

At the same time, he kept moving toward the passage on his left.

It had originally been just ten steps, a mere thirty feet, but now it felt like an uncrossable chasm.

"Little boy, are you really going to resist to the bitter end?

This match is being broadcast live across all of Europe.

How much screen time you get in this match matters far more than that so-called championship.

And I'm the guarantee of screen time.

If you surrender without a fight, that would be much more entertaining!" The sultry, enchanting voice came from all around Krum.

Even while moving at such high speed, the Harpy's voice did not tremble in the slightest.

"Hmph. Then my match footage can only air on late-night programs." While maintaining a tight defense, Krum managed to squeeze out a reply.

At that moment, the Leaky Cauldron was filled with the incessant crackling of shattered glasses.

"Krum, give us our money back!" roared several wizards dressed in Krum merchandise.

"Put down your wand!"

"Take off your pants and lie down!"

"We want to see Harpy!"

"We deserve better, you damned Bulgarian bumpkin!"

Such cries rose and fell one after another.

Even Tom the bartender turned a blind eye to those smashing glasses.

He stared fixedly at the television and muttered under his breath, "Drop the wand, drop the wand, drop the wand."

The students in the stands at the match venue were not quite so blatant.

Still, the general meaning of their comments was:

Wasn't Krum being too passive? Why not use more Binding Spells to restrict Harpy's movements so they could