Following Hermione's arrangements, everyone began moving without hesitation.
Pansy, Luna, and Penelope, who had been assigned to the three towers to provide suppression from high ground, especially had to make every second count so they could support the combat team at the right moment.
Of course, the ones under the greatest pressure were Goyle and Crabbe, who would have to face the enemy head-on.
And Hermione, who had to command the battle, was bearing an even heavier burden.
Understanding this, Pansy deliberately left Hermione with one last remark before she departed. "Although I think I could do it better, since Draco trusts you, I'll leave it to you. Don't disappoint Draco."
"That's what I should be saying to you."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and fired back without yielding in the slightest.
Even at a time as urgent as this, neither of them intended to give an inch.
Or so it seemed.
The next second.
"Don't get hurt."
"Don't be careless."
"..."
"..."
That damned tacit understanding made both Pansy and Hermione freeze for a moment.
"Hmph! Pointless concern."
"I don't need you worrying about me."
Once again, nearly identical replies came from both girls.
The young wizards around them, whose expressions had still been rather solemn moments ago, suddenly looked a little strange.
So...
Were these two close, or not?
...
In any case, after Pansy, Luna, and Penelope left with their respective teams, the number of people in the corridor decreased sharply.
Those who remained were all members of the combat team who had undergone long periods of practical training. They were also Draco Constellation's main fighting force.
Hermione turned back to look.
Goyle and Crabbe stood there with the others, their faces full of eagerness, mixed with tension and a trace of fear.
Although they had developed confidence, the enemies they were about to face were the infamous Death Eaters. Feeling nervous was unavoidable.
As for that, Hermione had no solution herself.
The arrangements she had just made were already the absolute limit of what she could do.
She pinched the bridge of her nose. "That guy... where on earth has he gone? Without you..."
The "that guy" Hermione was talking about was naturally Draco, who had been missing for some time.
If he were here, morale would surely be much higher.
Just as Hermione was running and thinking, Ginny suddenly came up beside her. "Um... Hermione."
"Ginny?"
It was not only her tone. The expression on Ginny's face made it perfectly clear that something was weighing on her mind.
Hermione frowned in confusion.
But soon, from Ginny's words, Hermione understood exactly what she was worried about.
"Harry, and my brother..."
Harry Potter and Ron Weasley?
Hermione did not even need to ask to understand what Ginny was worrying about.
It was nothing more than whether Harry and the others were safe.
In truth, if not for the mission and responsibilities she carried, Ginny might already have set out to find the two of them.
But Hermione could understand.
Because right now, she also wanted to find a certain someone.