With those words, all dignity vanished. Wanqi Zhuo, floating at a lower altitude, casually summoned a row of origami beasts, commanding them to pounce on the blood figure and devour its body. After leisurely finishing this task, he slowly raised his head to look at Lin Yu above.
"Burp... Oh, it's little Yu. You're back again?"
"Yaolin is still behind—he'll be here soon. Have you found any weaknesses in this thing?"
Ignoring Wanqi Zhuo's ineffective drunken questioning, Lin Yu chose to continue asking what the man thought about this inhuman creature before them.
"None. This guy now... burp—frighteningly strong... but he's already at his... what's that phrase again?"
"At the end of his rope, Teacher Wan."
Lin Yu provided the answer while spinning his spear to create waves of electrical thunder, shattering and evaporating the incoming blood tide.
"End of his rope, ah... then it seems consistent with my judgment..."
Lin Yu stopped paying attention to Wanqi Zhuo's slurred words, instead stroking his chin as he carefully observed the berserk blood humanoid creature.
Then he gave up thinking and began hurling thick lightning spears at the enemy, not giving it any chance to catch its breath.
"In that case, overthinking is pointless. Just wear it down a bit longer and we'll be done."
Lin Yu muttered to himself, dodging another wave of blood tide while raising his left hand high.
"But having such a good target, it'd be a waste not to use it for practice. Teacher Wan, get away—I'm casting a spell. Thunder Punishment of a Thousand Weights."
With a casual wave of his right hand, the heavens changed color and thunder rolled. Lightning materialized from nothing across the sky. As his finger traced from overhead to his waist, a massive black-purple lightning pillar thick enough to engulf the entire blood figure crashed down from the nine heavens, instantly drowning the blood creature's form... along with Wanqi Zhuo, who stood to one side sipping wine.
"BOOM!"
The thunderclap exploded, echoing throughout the entire valley.
"Eek!"
The sudden terrifying explosion from the heavens made Hermione, who was concentrating on treating a Death Eater with severe soul damage, cry out in alarm. The girl jumped, her hand trembling as holy energy scattered, healing a place that shouldn't have been healed at that moment.
The Death Eater on the ground, who had been lying quietly due to the comfort brought by soul healing, convulsed, bounced once on the ground, then fell back down. His head struck a hard stone, twisted to one side, and he lost consciousness.
Hermione looked up at the black-purple lightning pillar in the distant sky that lingered like divine punishment, then exhaled and patted her chest with lingering fear.
"Brother Yu's magic scared me to death... Oh no! The wound here healed first... Glenn, what should we do? The treatment is mostly complete, but there's a small problem with this spot... um, do you need to use the Cruciatus Curse again to restore this wound?"
"I don't think it's necessary. From the treatment process just now and this guy's soul recovery, I believe you already have the ability to heal Neville's parents. There's no need to continue experimenting."
Facing Hermione's question, Glenn simply shook his head. While the girl had been treating the Death Eater, Glenn had been closely observing the subject's soul condition. He could only say that Hermione, possessing the power of the Saint, had a natural talent for healing soul injuries. From the start of treatment until now, she'd only taken one minute and thirteen seconds to heal most of the Death Eater's soul wounds. If she hadn't been startled by Lin Yu's magic, giving Hermione another few dozen seconds for the remaining repairs and examination would have completely restored the Death Eater to normal.
"...Um, Glenn, without seeing successful results, honestly I'm still not very confident. Could you try again?"
After hesitating, the girl said this. This time Hermione didn't follow Glenn's suggestion—after all, she was going to treat her friend's parents later, and soul-level healing surgery couldn't be taken lightly.
"Fine, it won't take much time anyway."
Glenn didn't mind. He understood Hermione's preference for being thorough and making complete preparations. So Glenn unhesitatingly raised his wand, pointing it at the Death Eater on the ground.
"Crucio."
Red lightning chains shot out, and the Death Eater's body began twisting in agony, though he made no screams.
That was because Glenn had preemptively cast a Silencing Charm on the man to prevent excessive noise.
He preferred quiet.
Hermione covered her eyes with her hands, carefully watching Glenn's technique in controlling the Cruciatus Curse through the wide gaps between her fingers. Although Hermione's magical talent was top-tier, she'd hit an insurmountable bottleneck when learning the three Unforgivable Curses. Glenn, having completely mastered all three Unforgivable Curses, was the best instructor for the girl to learn this knowledge.
The Cruciatus Curse lasted only a second or two before Glenn stopped casting—after all, the consequences of Hermione's earlier slip weren't too difficult to reverse.
—The Death Eater curled tightly on the ground shed tears of gratitude—
"Alright then, let's continue the treatment."
Seeing Glenn had properly restored their test subject, Hermione stepped forward again to treat the Death Eater.
The treatment time passed quickly—in less than thirty seconds, Hermione had completed the entire healing process.
"Phew, this should be fine now. Hey, can you hear us talking?"
Hermione stood up, wiping the sweat from her face while calling out to the Death Eater on the ground, whose eyes were gradually regaining their luster.
"...Uh... uh... mmm—what happened... why does my head... hurt so much?"
The unconscious Death Eater slowly awakened. He held his head with one hand while struggling to prop up his upper body with the other.
Before his thoughts could fully recover, a small hand appeared before him, waving and holding up three fingers.
"How many is this?"
The Death Eater, having sat up, stared blankly. Though he hadn't figured out the situation, he hesitated a moment before tentatively speaking:
"...Three?"
"What about this?"
Hearing the answer, Hermione folded two fingers, leaving only her index finger, and continued questioning.
"One?"
His answers becoming more fluent as his memory gradually returned, the Death Eater immediately gave the correct response.
At this, Hermione withdrew her hand, turned to look at Glenn beside her, and nodded with satisfaction, hands on her hips.
"Mm, very good. Looks like this guy has completely recovered!"
On the ground, the sitting Death Eater followed the direction of Hermione's hooded head and looked to the other side, where he saw a black-robed, hooded figure somewhat familiar from his memory.
Death Eater: !
His memory had completely returned!
"As expected of you, Hermione. Let's go then."
Glenn nodded, pulled out his gun, and without looking, casually shot the Death Eater's head clean off.
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