Chapter 132 – Friends
I was standing in the corridor, still holding my wand, watching the teacher leave, followed by the rest of the guys dragging away their injured partner.
"How were they?" Grindelwald asked while I tilted my head, thinking back.
"I never truly fought with Krum... but I did go against Fleur, and she was more dangerous than these guys. I think I could have killed them if I wanted." I wasn't boasting; it was my honest thoughts after our little bout.
"Killing is easy. It is the easiest way, but that won't hone your skills. Taking the easy path every time will never prepare you for challenges... and then when you fail, you will fail hard and never stand back up."
"What's next?" I asked after a brief pause, asking about what to expect.
"I will deal with the higher-ups' pressure if they try to do something—not that it matters for us. I will keep it at bay until all three of my belongings are found, and I remember everything. Then we leave—simple. For the rest, do what you want."
"Really?" I asked, smiling, but he didn't answer. He simply left me alone, departing from the messed-up corridor.
A short pause later, I walked back to Dimitris's room, opened the door, and almost bonked his head with it when I pushed it in.
"You weren't subtle at all." Quincy giggled, kneeling on the floor and stirring her new, favorite cauldron and the green, bubbling sludge within it.
"I was bored."
"Did they die?" She asked nonchalantly, but the question scared Dimitris. Looking at me, he tried to say something, but his puffed-up head and stiff muscles prevented him from making any sound.