Murder

As Hermione's mind raced with excitement, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that her plan had been flawlessly executed. Her heart runs with excitement as she savors the sweet taste of triumph. She can't help but feel a sense of pride as she reflects on the hard work and dedication that led her to this moment.

She donned the same garments as the goddess Artemis, complete with a crimson stain that trailed behind her as she strode through the midst of the Blood Pearl Pack. Blake's sharp gaze immediately catches the sight of her as she fakes her tears.

The name "Artemis" hung like a delicate mist, lingering with mystery and intrigue. His voice was barely audible as he whispered. He recognizes Artemis by the distinctive garments draping her lithe form, and Hermione's cunning move to capture a whiff of Artemis's scent proves to be the ultimate stroke of brilliance.

"Blake!" Hermione's voice echoed through the room as she let out a fierce yell, perfectly mimicking the