Filch could not believe it. He rubbed his eyes, making sure what he saw was not an illusion. His eyes instantly widened like saucers, his face filled with disbelief before anger swiftly surged into his heart.
His face turned bright red, veins bulging on his forehead as he roared:
"Harry Potter! You again! How dare you use such dangerous magic in the school, and sneak around with a Disillusionment Charm? Do you know how many school rules you've broken?!"
As he roared, he waved the cane in his hand, seemingly trying to vent his fear and fury through it.
As for how Harry could cast such an advanced spell as the Disillusionment Charm, even warping the space around him, Filch did not doubt it.
Why?
Harry Potter was the Savior, after all.
What couldn't the Savior do?
Filch had just read in yesterday's Daily Prophet that Harry Potter had invented two legendary Potion Recipes. The Ministry of Magic was continuously purchasing both potions for use by Aurors fighting Dark Wizards.
With the Potion Recipes as precedent, everything before him now seemed perfectly natural.
Harry did not answer Filch immediately. He merely raised a finger to his lips. "Shh~"
Filch wanted to continue cursing, but when his gaze fell upon Harry, his pupils suddenly shrank, as though an electric current had shot through his entire body.
Harry stood beneath the moonlight, which outlined his lean figure. A layer of pure radiance enveloped him.
His slightly furrowed brows and tightly pressed lips overlapped somewhat with the Dark Lord's expression in Filch's memories—equally elegant and handsome, equally mysterious and powerful.
An invisible terror drowned him in an instant. His lips trembled, but no sound came out.
Seeing this, Harry smiled in satisfaction. Using magic to suppress the soul worked very well against the