Chapter 259: Fleur And Cassandra

Chapter 259: Fleur And Cassandra

Ron watched in shock, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

However, his fear flickered out as quickly as a spark, because in the scene before him, Cyrus hadn't even raised his wand.

He simply used his bare hands, slender compared to the Sphinx's, to catch its claw!

In the next moment—

Boom!!!

Ron couldn't hear any sound, but it felt as though even the image before him was shaking!

Cyrus, with a swift maneuver—no, a perfect shoulder throw—slammed the Sphinx directly onto the ground!

Then, he followed it up with a punch that landed squarely on the Sphinx's head.

In Ron's mind, he could almost hear the sound of bones cracking...

He shuddered, thinking that a wandless Cyrus might be even more dangerous than when he uses his wand.

At least with the latter, you'd get a quicker death...

"Oh! Poor Sphinx, I knew it would be unlucky to meet Cyrus!"

Hagrid was crying like a three-hundred-pound child.

Ron patted Hagrid's shoulder, feeling genuine sympathy for the first time as he tried to comfort him.

The scene shifted back to Cyrus.

"You thought that giving the right answer would make me spare you? I have no magical restraints."

He sneered, looking down at the unconscious Sphinx.

This type of magical creature may let someone go if they answer its riddles correctly, but a monster that self-righteously forces others into its rules, and then smugly spares them to craft its own legend? Cyrus had no fondness for such things.

Isn't that just a form of manipulation?

Without giving the Sphinx another glance, Cyrus ignored it and continued walking deeper into the Ministry of Magic.

The most pressing matter now was to figure out which floor he was on and how to reach the next level. Ever since the Ministry had shut down the elevators, Cyrus had no idea how to access other floors.

Walking alone through the vast, black corridor, the darkness felt even heavier than during his previous visits. The Ministry's firelight and lamps had all been extinguished, leaving only the option of creating light oneself.

Cyrus wasn't particularly bothered by this. His eyes could see perfectly clearly in the dark, but the same couldn't be said for the other champions.

...

The Third Floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Fleur quickly dispatched a ghoul, her wand's glowing tip casting light on a mass of writhing Devil's Snare, which resembled a nest of serpents.

In fact, Ron couldn't help but wonder how Fleur was supposed to escape this predicament. After all, the champions had no way out!

As expected, Fleur soon reached a dead end.

She had been transported there by Portkey Apparition, but the enchantment on the handle had vanished after it activated. Now, the path she was on had become a trap with no exit!

Clenching her teeth tightly, Fleur turned around, gripping her wand in her hand.

She was ready to gamble everything on one last desperate attempt.

At that moment, a clear incantation echoed from the depths of the dark corridor.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Then, from the deepest darkness of the hallway, it was as if a sun had risen!

The spell's light illuminated the shadows, streaking through the air like a meteor and tracing a brilliant arc before landing on the leading swarm of Fire Crabs.

The ones at the front were immediately affected by the spell, turning into rigid, lifeless stones.

This disrupted the movement of those behind them, causing a chain reaction as they collided and piled up on one another like crashing waves.

Their tangled limbs and bodies became an impenetrable mess, leaving them momentarily unable to separate.

"What? W-Who..?"

Fleur was stunned. Then, another spell shot out from the darkness!

"Bombarda Maxima!"

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed as the mountain of Fire Crabs was obliterated. The spell's force scattered their remains like a storm of dust and debris, showering Fleur's face.

Just like that, the crisis was resolved.

But Fleur felt no relief.

She already had a strong suspicion about who was helping her, and that thought only made her mood worse.

Sure enough, Cassandra emerged from the shadows, her maroon robes swaying as she walked. Holding her wand delicately like a hairpin, she studied Fleur with her piercing green eyes.

"It seems the Beauxbatons champion isn't living up to her reputation. Can't even handle a few Fire Crabs? Maybe you should just withdraw from the competition now."

Cassandra strode forward gracefully, stepping over the shattered remains of the Fire Crabs.

Even in death, the creatures retained faint traces of magical energy.

Each step Cassandra took caused tiny sparks to flicker beneath her feet, like fiery blossoms igniting in her wake.

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