Cave Hall

From a distance, it looked like a crack in the rock, but only when they drew close did they realize it was wider than they had imagined, broad enough for two adults to enter side by side.

Inside, it was filled with a distinctive, pungent reek of the sea. The slime on the rock walls was very damp, as if it had gained life force, creeping slowly like slugs and sliding bit by bit toward the ground.

Though the smell in the air was sharp, Vizet felt little discomfort;

To him, Dumbledore's views on Transfiguration were like a plate of rare delicacies, enough for him to savor over and over, leaving him no attention to spare for that pungent marine stench.

Vizet had always believed that the different branches of magic shared a relationship somewhat like "different paths leading to the same destination."

As he pondered, he thought of the connection between Transfiguration and the Mending Charm. "Headmaster Dumbledore... if the Mending Charm were cast this way, would its effect be different too?"

When repairing an object, the Mending Charm required consideration of many factors—time, the degree of damage, the nature of the object, and so on—to ensure the repair took effect;

If a piece of clothing had been cut open, and that same piece of clothing had had one sleeve torn off, the effect of casting the Mending Charm would be different. Repairing the clothing with the missing sleeve would also make the garment itself a little thinner.

"You understand very quickly!" Dumbledore's tone was full of gratification. "That was what I thought at the time as well..."

"Making wool socks brand-new again should be what it most looks forward to, and then fixing it in place with the Mending Charm would make the garment more durable."

"Of course!