Daphne was a spoiled eldest lady who was in so much pain that she couldn't even put a bandage on it.

"Let me help you." Hermione's movements were gentle.

"Thanks."

"You are welcome."

They stood up and walked towards Byron, who was lying on the lawn and rolling his eyes.

"Don't worry, he must have fainted."

Daphne retracted her little hand that had reached halfway.

It's just two coma spells, it won't send people to see Mr. Merlin.

The more Hermione looked at Byron's big face, the angrier she felt.

He has no gentlemanly manners at all, and calling him a witch scum is an insult to the witch scum.

There was a "pop" sound, and the corner of Daphne's eye twitched a little.

There was another "pop" sound, and her eyelids were beating wildly unconsciously.

The power of the solid leather shoes was so amazing that they could stomp Byron into a pig's head in less than ten seconds.

However, Hermione didn't seem to let him go.

She raised her little foot downwards, tilted it back slightly for a while, and then kicked it hard.

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