"A lot of people did come..." Vizet nodded, thinking back to the award ceremony that morning.
The surrounding Ravenclaws all abandoned their homework and formed ring after ring around Vizet.
Students from the other houses, and even students from other schools, were also somewhat eager to try, and they crowded over one after another.
With such a huge commotion, the prefects grew alert as well.
To welcome the approaching End-of-Term Feast, they began spontaneously maintaining order, getting the students to restrain themselves as much as possible and avoid anything turning joy into sorrow.
Perhaps because he had been researching "'Consensus' Magic," Vizet could clearly sense that far too many students had gathered around him. Their wills had already formed a certain kind of magical power.
After obtaining Dumbledore's and Kamba Headmaster's research notes, Vizet's understanding of "'Consensus' Magic" had also improved further.
Since such a special magical power had appeared at this moment, he simply followed his own research into "'Consensus' Magic," then combined it with War Magic and Ancient Magic Power to guide this magical power.
"The Awarding Hall was roughly like this..." Vizet said with an Amplifying Charm. He drew his Wand from his pocket and gently waved it toward the ceiling.
A cloud of white smoke gushed from the tip of the Wand. As the white smoke rolled and coiled, it spread through the air above the Great Hall.
While the thick smoke coiled and spread in midair, he pressed his Wand against his temple and slowly pulled out a long, slender Silver Thread.
The Memory Thread drifted lightly in the air, its surface glowing with a conspicuous Silver Light.
With a light flick of his Wand, the Memory Thread floated up and merged into the spreading white smoke.
Suit after suit of armor stood on both