You Really Need to Practice Your Curses

Of course, Greyback would never be willing to sacrifice himself to hold off the pursuers for someone else. Hermenium knew that perfectly well.

But it did not matter. They had long considered the possibility of such a situation. They had merely expected that, after successfully capturing their target, they might be discovered by Hogwarts professors and would need to decide how to respond.

The situation had deviated considerably from their expectations, but fortunately, their final contingency plan should still be able to serve its purpose.

The Wolfsbane Potion, a potion developed only in the past two years that could suppress a Werewolf's madness on the night of a full moon, could be modified slightly into a potion that would immediately send a Werewolf into a frenzy.

Both she and Wallace carried this berserk potion on them.

Once she encountered Greyback, she could splash the potion over him and use the brief opening while he transformed to escape.

The crisis had awakened Hermenium's potential. In the blink of an eye, she had envisioned more than a dozen possible scenarios and devised corresponding solutions.

But before that, she needed to get up and leave this place.

By her estimate, professors would arrive within three minutes. By then, leaving would most likely become impossible.

A fierce wind swept past, lifting Hermenium's long hair.

Through the gaps between her strands of hair, Hermenium suddenly saw Bell—the primary target of their operation—appear before her. That gust of wind had been kicked up by his high-speed movement.

Despair washed over Hermenium. She had not expected Bell to arrive so quickly, even much faster than the professors.

There had not been enough time for her to suppress her internal injuries. Right now, even raising an arm took immense effort.

As though all the strength had been drained