One Sword to Silence Arrogance
"Gasp… master of the Amethyst Summit Division?"
Harry Taylor sucked in a sharp breath, his pupils trembling.
For a fleeting moment, his heart lurched.
Then—
A twisted delight bloomed in his chest.
Fortunately… it isn't me standing there.
He lowered his gaze at once, hiding the grin that nearly betrayed him. His fingers curled behind his back, nails digging into his palm to steady himself. Around him, whispers rippled through the air like wind through dry leaves.
"The Amethyst Summit Division…"
"One of the Seven Divisions…"
"Second only to the Headmaster…"
The words carried weight. Reverence. Fear.
Harry tilted his head just enough to glance sideways, eyes landing on Freddy Lavahound. Freddy still wore that arrogant posture, chin raised as if the world owed him something. For a split second, Harry almost laughed.
Freddy Lavahound… you're finished this time.
He clicked his tongue softly, masking it as a nervous swallow.
