Partners of Justice

As the saying goes, "one is influenced by one's company," and without Bell's knowledge, Hermione, who had spent a long time with Bell and his sister, had unknowingly awakened a part of her violent tendencies.

"Uh, w-what is it?"

Finally snapping out of his daze, Bell looked at his girlfriend sheepishly. He hadn't quite caught what Hermione had said.

... Okay, he confessed that he hadn't listened at all.

"I'm saying that Buckbeak didn't hurt Malfoy at all, and we all witnessed it ourselves."

Hermione, unable to do anything about her boyfriend, could only repeat what she had said before.

"That being said, Buckbeak did indeed beat Malfoy to a pulp, and we all witnessed it. So, how should I put it?"

Bell didn't know what to say.

Strictly speaking, from an objective point of view, Buckbeak was not wrong. After all, it was Malfoy started the trouble first.

However, from a wizard's perspective, the nature of the problem is completely different.

Hippogriff attacked a Little Wizard in public at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

To be honest, this headline alone is enough to warrant a the Daily Prophet.

This is equivalent to a dog attacking a student in Muggle elementary school. So, would anyone care whether the student provoked the dog first?

The dog owner might care, but others wouldn't care. Especially the parents of other students at the school, who would only want to kill the dog.

"Belle! Which side are you on!?"

Hermione glared at her boyfriend with displeasure.

Listen to what kind of talk this is! Didn't you see Professor Hagrid crying even harder?!

"Justice?"

"..."

"Uh, no, I mean, I'm on your side."

Seeing the message in his girlfriend's expression that said, "I'm giving you one last chance to rephrase your words," Bell chickened out decisively.

"Bell, can you think of a way to save Buckbeak?"

Strictly speaking, Hermione and Buckbeak were not familiar with each other at all, and had never even had any contact.

Meanwhile, her contact with Professor Hagrid was limited to brief exchanges during class.

So why do I want to help Professor Hagrid and Buckbeak so much?

Hermione herself didn't know.

Perhaps it was out of sympathy?

If Hermione herself doesn't know, then Bell is even less likely to know.

However, he didn't care.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it."

That's right, Bell had no way to solve it. What he didn't say was that his father, William, did.

However, just as Bell hadn't planned to bother his father with this matter before, he was even less likely to do so now.

Hagrid is already in his fifties or sixties; he should and must take responsibility for his choices.

Now that Hagrid has refused Bell's help, he must bear the consequences.

Moreover, as I said before, if even Dumbledore doesn't care, then it's even less likely that Bell will.

Hermione lowered her head in disappointment.

Young girls are often sentimental; perhaps she'll be fine in a few days?

Regardless of what happens in a few days, Hermione is undoubtedly in a very bad mood right now.

When you're in a bad mood, you naturally need to vent. Hermione wouldn't take her anger out on Bell; she couldn't bear to.

Fortunately, there were several convenient targets nearby, so she didn't need to hold it in.

"You lot! That's enough!"

Hermione let out a roar enhanced with the ' Sonorus,' silencing the cheers of the other Little Wizard who were watching the spectacle.

Because the only professor present— Hagrid —was completely absorbed in crying, he didn't even notice that a fight had broken out in his classroom.

As for the others?

The Little Wizard from Slytherin and Gryffindor were cheering loudly, and the fact that they weren't actively joining in showed they were already being very restrained.

The Little Wizard of Ravenclaw, on the other hand, acted as if it were none of their business, neither adding fuel to the fire nor intending to stop it.

A few Hufflepuff Little Wizard initially intended to stop them. However, faced with the threatening gazes of the snakes and Little Lions, they shamefully chickened out.

This resulted in Harry, Malfoy, and their two companions still rolling around on the ground, deeply engrossed in their lovemaking, even after half a day had passed.

Rather, after such a long fight, the panting and disheveled state of the group only intensified the atmosphere.

The scene was so beautiful that Bell almost dared not look at it.

What should I do if I get a sty?

"I said, stop! Didn't you hear me?! Incendio!"

When Hermione discovered that the six people on the ground were completely ignoring her, she was utterly enraged.

A burst of scorching flame shot from the tip of Hermione's Wand, cutting through the path cleared by a group of Little Wizard crying and begging for mercy, engulfing Harry and Malfoy and the others.

The people engaged in the "intense" battle had no idea what was happening. Of course, they didn't have time to care about that right now.

Orange flames instantly filled their vision. Their robes ablaze, they immediately separated, howling in pain as they... continued to roll around.

So, are these guys' Wand really just for eating?

"Hermione, why did you use Flame Spell?!"

Bell looked at his girlfriend in shock.

If he hadn't been able to clearly sense the familiar magical fluctuations emanating from Hermione, he probably would have thought that the Hermione in front of him was someone else impersonating her.

"My girlfriend couldn't possibly be that violent... right?"

"Because there are six of them. If we cast a single-target Curses, they might resist. That would be too troublesome."

It was Bell who taught her the Flame Spell. She clearly remembered that Bell had said it was the most cost-effective area-of-effect Curses.

I tried it today, and it really works great.

"Wow! This feels kind of good!"

Hermione found that she was starting to like this intoxicating feeling.

Just as Shanna always says, hitting people is much more fun than those Philosopher's Stone.

"Don't worry, I controlled the temperature and the target of the flames. It only slightly ignited their robes."

After more than a year of training, Hermione is now able to control her Curses to a limited extent. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen to use the Flame Spell.

Bell knew, of course, that Hermione controlled the temperature of the flames. Otherwise, the group of people who were currently using makeshift methods to extinguish the fire on the ground, commonly known as "rolling on the ground like donkeys," would have already suffered severe burns all over their bodies. How could they have let out such a powerful scream?

But is that the problem? The problem is...

Uh... okay, it seems like there's no problem?