"Agitated Confusion!"
As Crabbe recited the Charm, he suddenly saw the sloth leap as if startled, then clutch the bars of its cage.
The sloth slowly looked from side to side, then resumed its slow-motion crawl back toward the ground.
"It worked!"
Crabbe cried out excitedly. He immediately looked toward the vine-woven house on the hillside, only to see it start twisting its vines and sealing every gap around its windows.
Then, quite abruptly, a cloud of mist appeared and enveloped the little house.
If he'd known enough, he would have recognized this as the method Dumbledore used for a variant of the Fidelius Charm called the Concealment Charm, which could cut everything within its magical reach off from the world's Memory. (Chapter 194)
It was a kind of concealed protection that even a Time-Turner couldn't penetrate.
Of course, Crabbe knew nothing of the sort.
He hesitated over whether to share his success with Anton. Looking toward the hillside again, he suddenly couldn't remember where Anton was.
Puzzled, he scratched his head. His dull mind couldn't make sense of it, so he simply raised his Wand again and cast the Charm at the sloth.
He had clearly missed an excellent opportunity to improve rapidly.
Though, in all likelihood, he wouldn't have understood what Anton was about to explain.
"It's actually really simple!"
"Like I said, Wizards as Gods. The mind surpasses matter, and will determines everything!"
Anton excitedly surveyed the others in Cabin. "I just realized that even if you understand the principle, it's still hard to break a deeply ingrained instinct!"
George and Fred exchanged a puzzled glance, then looked at Anton. "Do we have bad habits when casting spells?"
"No, no~" Anton waved a hand. "They're not bad habits. They're good ones."
He gently swung his Wand and