Chapter 77
Sorry, I mistook you guys for Japanese.
Hamburger Caro and Chips Flint looked in the direction from which the sound came from, their expressions filled with surprise and uncertainty.
What is that...?
It was as if an ancient behemoth dwelling deep in the forest had been disturbed.
First came several roars that seemed to be stacked together, deafening and earth-shaking, making hearts pound like drums!
A scream followed immediately.
Then came an even more terrifying deathly silence.
They couldn't help but have many terrible thoughts.
The information didn't mention that there were such dangers in the corrupt swamp!
and.
Didn't the event organizer, Ludo Bagman, confidently assure them that they had thoroughly investigated everything?!
"What are you all standing there for? Get out of here!"
"Ahead," Captain Gemma Farley hissed.
She also heard the screams, and her expression turned somewhat pale, but she maintained her composure and calmness.
"..."
Being reprimanded in front of the other team members, the two men's expressions darkened.
But in the end, he didn't say much, and just followed the group.
It's fine.
The monster was still far away from them.
As long as you walk fast, you won't be caught!
......
evening.
The group set up camp on the flat ground and started a fire.
It seemed as if Lady Luck was truly protecting them.
They did not encounter the unknown monster along the way.
"Hamburg, Chips, you two go and set up the protective barrier," Gemma said sternly, frowning. "Be quick."
I don't know why.
Gemma had a bad feeling about this.
It seemed as if a pair of eyes were silently watching them from the shadows cast by the pine trees and bushes.
Watch them flee as fast as they can.
Seeing them breathe a sigh of relief, they mistakenly believed they were out of danger.
There was a moment like that.
Gemma felt as if she had become prey in this dense forest.
No matter how you try to escape, it only delays your eventual capture.
A chill ran through her.
Gemma pursed her red lips, a hint of fear and helplessness appearing in her eyes as she suppressed her unease.
Unlike her nervousness.
Hamburger and Chips were both completely relaxed.
"Okay, okay~"
They responded lazily, drawing out their words.
They left the camp arm in arm and went to set up magical barriers around the area.
"Safeguarding the town."
"Armor for protection."
"Should we add another Muggle shield?"
The two of them burst into silly laughter.
"I really don't know why Miss Farley is so nervous, as if a monster is about to jump out and eat us."
Hamburg scoffed.
He casually waved his wand, weaving a semi-transparent barrier.
After traveling for most of the day, he had long since forgotten about that monster.
This might be a disruptive tactic used by other teams.
The purpose is to unsettle competitors and cause them to make wrong judgments.
Hamburg: "I never expected that Miss Farley, a woman of such high standing, would fall for a trap so easily... Perhaps it's because she's been hanging out with that Mudblood."
"That 'great painter,' Ethan Vincent."
"Ha, I bet he's huddled in a corner crying right now—oh! Or maybe he's already been sent to St. Mungo's!"
His companion, Chips, nodded in agreement and smiled:
"It's also possible—that mud-blood didn't even have the courage to enter the forest and withdrew from the competition!"
The two laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
At that moment, Chips felt a bloating in his lower abdomen and said, "I need to relieve myself."
Hamburg joked, "Don't get bitten off."
"Then Merlin will have to bite it, hehe."
The figure of his companion disappeared into the darkness.
Actually, according to Gemma's request, they should at least act in groups of two.
But Gemma Farley knows absolutely nothing about challenge matches!
I just went to relieve myself, what could possibly happen?
"It's a pity that Ethan didn't fall into my hands."
Hamburg thought regretfully.
"If he runs into me, I'll show him that Slytherin is not someone he can mess with!"
Hamburger's mind was filled with all sorts of wicked thoughts.
I really want to beat Ethan to a pulp with my own hands...
In any case, anything can happen in such a dangerous competition.
Hamburg was unaware of this.
His disgust and resentment towards Ethan had become abnormally intense.
From being number one in the previous competition to now being "number one in killing Ethan".
It all started with that mysterious hooded man he met at the Pig's Head Bar...
Just then.
Hamburg suddenly snapped out of his reverie and realized a problem:
Why hasn't Chips come back yet?
Are you constipated?
Hamburger swallowed hard, glanced back at the warm orange light of the camp, and turned to walk into the shadows.
I'm just going to find someone nearby, it's nothing...
"Chips? Chips Flint—"
Hamburger shouted in a low voice.
The sound echoed in the desolate, dense forest.
The further away from the camp, the weaker the warmth and light became.
The only sounds were the surrounding darkness and the occasional whistling calls from the treetops.
"Damn it, where did that guy go to the toilet? Did he really get dragged into the water by the crocodiles...?"
Hamburg muttered to himself as he unbuttoned his robe.
Perhaps it was because he was anxious, but he felt a bit hot all over.
Sudden.
Hamburg stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on the precipitous cliff ahead.
There were charred and messy marks on it.
A wave of intense heat washed over me, and the deep furrows left by the plow in the ground even shattered and melted the hard frozen soil.
The crisscrossing lines were each as thick as Hamburg's forearm.
—What kind of enormous monster left this behind?!
What chilled Hamburg even more was...
It is a magic wand illuminated by moonlight on the edge of a cliff.
Although he was far away, Hamburger couldn't see clearly.
But he instinctively realized that it was left by his companion.
Step by step...
Hamburg walked to the edge of the cliff.
My mind went blank; I moved solely on instinct.
Then, I looked down.
He met the gaze of Chips, who was lying on his back.
!!!
In that instant, Hamburg felt his heart stop beating!
His blood froze, and a terrifying chill quickly spread to his limbs, making his hands and feet numb!
His companion, who had come out to relieve himself, was now lying silently at the foot of the low cliff.
His face was as pale as paper, and there was a pool of dark red liquid beneath him.
His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the sky.
It was as if they had seen something incredibly terrifying before they fell!
Hamburger's breathing became increasingly rapid.
This reminded me of the roars and screams I had heard earlier.
next second.
"Gurgle..."
The low growl of a wild beast sounded from behind.
The intense heat, like flames, pounded against his back.
In such a dangerous competition, anything can happen...
This thought that I had previously had came to mind.
No, no...
Hamburg trembled violently.
His upper and lower teeth chattered, making a crunching sound, and tears welled up in his eyes.
No! I am a noble pureblood, not some lowly mud-blood...
You can't do this to me!!!
"roar!"
A deafening roar interrupted Hamburg's thoughts.
Just like the starting gun that has been fired.
Hamburg turned around, not even glancing in the direction the shout came from, and scrambled toward the camp!
He tripped over the vines and fell to the ground.
Sharp pebbles cut his face, and his mouth was stuffed with foul-smelling mud and withered leaves.
Even so, he dared not stop!
Like a cat teasing a mouse.
The unknown monster's breath sprayed behind them.
It would occasionally let out a low growl, urging him to ignore the pain.
All I could do was run forward as fast as I could!
Ethan and the competition vanished from my mind.
Right now, all he wants is to live!
Hamburg gazed at the warm, misty atmosphere of the camp ahead, tears streaming down his face.
—As long as, as long as we can get to that place!!!
(Brothers, the book will be available tomorrow!!! I'll be releasing tons of chapters then! I'll post a launch message tonight, and I'd love to see some initial subscriptions! Thank you so much!)