Bell: "Help~!"

Fighting through the suffocating pressure rushing toward her, Hermione gritted her teeth and hurried outside. Over the years, Bell had helped her train her resistance to magical pressure many times, so although she felt terrible now, she could still endure it.

Hermione was extremely worried. Both the familiar cry from earlier and the familiar waves of magical fluctuations now told her unmistakably that something had happened to Shanna.

Moreover, from what Shanna had cried out, she could tell that the root of all this was Bell, who had been out of contact for many days.

At last, drenched in cold sweat, Hermione followed closely behind the professors and stepped out of the Great Hall. Looking up, she immediately spotted Shanna on the lawn not far ahead.

Shanna was floating above the grass, her eyes wide as she stared unblinkingly at the night sky. Her green Slytherin House school uniform fluttered without wind, her pale golden hair drifted upward, and powerful, chaotic magic surged from her body, leaving crack after crack in the ground nearby.

"Shanna! What's wrong!?"

Hermione shouted worriedly, but received no response.

With no other choice, Hermione suppressed the trembling in her heart and hurried to Shanna's side. She wrapped her arms tightly around Little Bell, who was shivering there. The little one, who also had no idea what was happening, had been badly frightened by Shanna's magical pressure.

After soothing Little Bell in her arms a little, Hermione raised her head and followed Shanna's gaze into the sky. Then she too froze in shock.

"Oh! God!"

Hermione was so shocked that she no longer cared about showing Merlin any respect. Without thinking, she dragged God out to take the blame.

Tonight had been blessed with rare good weather. The sky was cloudless for miles, and the stars