Bab 14: Chapter 14

As Hermione approached our position, her expression bore a mixture of weariness and accomplishment. With a calm that belied the chaos she had conjured, she addressed us, her voice a beacon of authority amidst the disarray. "Let's start going to the hideout , we are already behind schedule," she said.

In the next instant, her command activated the intricate web of teleportation magic, enveloping us in its arcane embrace.

Within the blink of an eye, the world around me twisted and contorted, and then, like a swift current carrying me along, I found myself transported to a new location. The air felt different, the atmosphere subtly transformed, and I could sense the aura of the warehouse surrounding us.

Despite the rush of the teleportation, my thoughts lingered on Hermione's display of power, a display that had shifted my perspective of her in ways I hadn't anticipated. My initial underestimation of her was a lesson in judgement, a reminder that appearances could be deceiving. The journey ahead promised to unravel further mysteries, to illuminate the intricacies of these newfound relationships and powers.

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Thanks to Hermione's Teleportation magic, we found ourselves standing right in front of the hideout,a convenient alternative to relying on our legs for the journey. It took a brief moment for my eyes to adjust; the initially blurry images gradually sharpened until the intricacies of the place came into focus. Before me stood a structure emanating a gothic and enigmatic ambiance, featuring weathered stone walls, pointed archways, and intricate wrought iron details.

The building itself possessed an air of grandeur and dominance, invoking a sense of both history and mystique. The bricks that composed its exterior had matured gracefully, their deep red hue imparting a warm and rustic essence to the structure. These bricks had been meticulously arranged in rows, each one a testament to the craftsmanship invested in its creation.

As my gaze lingered upon the edifice, I traced the lines of its architectural features. The entrance, framed by a wooden door painted in a deep, rich color, emitted an aura of anticipation. Flanking the entrance, windows adorned with ornate iron grilles offered glimpses into the world within. These windows, large and elegantly arched, seemed to transport me to a bygone era.

Atop the structure, the slate-gray shingles that covered the roof sloped gently, bestowing a sense of shelter. A singular chimney extended upward, a sentinel reaching towards the sky, a tangible reminder of the warmth and comfort emanating from the hearth within.

Drawing nearer, the details on the building's facade engaged my attention. Intricate carvings graced the archways, depicting scenes that whispered stories of times long past. The stone walls, though weathered by the passage of time, retained their strength and character, embodying the years gone by while displaying an enduring resilience.

Enhancing the building's allure was the interplay of light and shadow. As the sun's rays caressed its surface, the textures of the bricks and the fine wrought ironwork came alive, weaving a tapestry of history and sophistication.

Curiosity compelled me to take a step towards the building's entrance to better examine the hideout. However, in an instant, a surge of bloodlust pressure warned me against moving further, an unmistakable sign of impending danger. I turned my head toward Mavka, inquiring if this was indeed the hideout, secretly hoping for a negative response.

Despite the unsettling atmosphere the building exuded, Mavka's response dashed my hopes: "Yes, this is the hideout. It's time to go in and greet the others," she affirmed, setting a course that sent shivers down my spine.

A furtive exchange of signals with Jade conveyed my reluctance to enter the building. Yet, she seemed to disregard my unspoken protest, reassuring me with an explanation. "The pressure you're sensing comes from an ally. Her aura weakens demons around here. Not that we rely on that, though. Hermione has already established a protective forcefield."

Directing my attention to Hermione, I expected a response. However, our gaze meeting was disrupted by a sudden hiccup from her, followed by a hasty retreat towards Jade's back.

Amused, I thought to myself, "Looks like the shy Hermione persona is taking the reins now," as I scratched my head.

Observing my hesitance, Mavka approached me and held my hands firmly. Locking eyes with me, she assured, "Don't worry. I'll keep you safe. Trust me." Nodding in agreement, I indicated my trust in her, considering her unwavering support thus far.

Casting a glance back at Jade and Hermione, who were still positioned behind Mavka, I queried, "You'll protect me too, won't you?" Jade responded with a sigh and a wry smile, remarking, "You don't have to ask. You already know we'll always look out for you." Her bashful demeanor revealed a previously hidden side of her; even the strong-willed Jade possessed a softer aspect. Suppressing laughter with both hands, I couldn't help but find this endearing.

Upon hearing my laughter, Jade turned towards me, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Fumes practically seemed to emanate from her ears as she playfully scolded, "Why are you laughing? You've made me say something so embarrassing."

Mavka interjected with laughter, commenting on Jade's gentle nature despite her Spartan-like demeanor. Jade, mortified by the attention, covered her eyes with both hands, attempting to conceal her blush.

As both Mavka and I busied ourselves with playfully teasing Jade, a timid and shy voice unexpectedly emerged from behind Jade, uttering in a hushed tone, "I'll do my utmost to ensure your protection. You can place your trust in me," voiced Hermione, her presence concealed as she lingered in the shadows behind Jade.

The sound of Hermione's words caused Mavka and me to cease our continuous teasing of Jade. Hearing her speak, it was as if all my apprehensions about stepping into the looming edifice evaporated. A newfound self-assuredness enveloped me, bolstered by the knowledge that the three ladies at my flank would guard against any potential harm. I found myself addressing Hermione, "I wholeheartedly place my faith in you, Hermione. You truly are an extraordinary wizard."

Hermione's lips curled into a subtle smile, unseen by Jade, yet its warmth was palpable. Her gentle laughter, though quiet, reached my ears, confirming her delight.

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