Anton ignored the two old men. For some reason, a brilliant idea had suddenly struck him.
He could hardly wait to try it!
"When despair descends, everyone looks up in hope..." He gently swayed the wand in his hand, murmuring under his breath.
"What did you say?" Hannah turned to look at him in confusion.
Anton didn't answer. He seemed immersed in some magical rhythm, lifting his hands slightly as he gently waved his wand.
He murmured, "And so a Windbird sprang from longing, spreading its wings across ten thousand miles and sweeping everything along with it."
"No one could see its form, yet everyone felt its lightness, its romance, and its freedom."
"No one could touch its wings, yet everyone felt their embrace, gently but powerfully wrapping around them all."
An invisible wind swirled around Anton, stirring his Wizarding Robes as his golden-red hair danced wildly.
Anton raised his wand and smiled at his friends. "Remember, this is the legend of the Free Windbird."
"???" George and the others exchanged glances, not knowing what Anton was up to now.
Only Anna gazed up at Anton's profile, as if she were looking at the stars.
A gentle breeze swept in without a sound.
In an instant, it became an endless torrent, carrying everyone along as it flew through the passageways of the Underground Cavern's cells, one level after another.
"What's happening? What's going on?"
"Why am I flying?"
"Merlin's beard, I can't control myself!"
"Ah~~~"
"I... I feel like I'm standing on the back of a giant bird..." Neville stared blankly as a wall of the underground prison drew closer and closer. He felt no fear, only an indescribable sense of freedom and exhilaration.
Sure enough, the breeze sweeping him and everyone else forward swiftly curved around the wall in