Neville had spent the entire night in the office making glasses, from polishing crystal into lenses, to casting the frame with Mithril, and finally assembling them.
Once all that was done, only the spell to set the lenses' prescription and the deeper enchantments remained.
"I'm really exhausted." Neville carefully placed the half-finished glasses into an exquisite case and stretched his back hard.
"I'll take you back to the common room. Don't let Mr. Filch catch you and drag you off for several more days of detention." Kayson leisurely put on his coat as well. Only after Neville slowly flew to the office door on his little broom did he use Ender teleportation to appear beside him.
"For the next part, I suggest you divide up those runic symbols you wrote. It'd be best to enchant them only once a day, and only a small section each time. Otherwise, it'll be easy to overdraw your magic."
"It's not a serious problem, but if Hermione finds out, you'll really be in trouble." Kayson said with lingering fear.
"I think I should be fine. That kind of thing is probably unique to you, Professor Kayson. It shouldn't be my turn yet," Neville said.
"I'm not talking about what Hermione will do to you. I mean you should avoid overdrawing your magic as much as possible."
"I will, Professor."
The two walked down the corridor when three labels flashed through Kayson's monocle.
Magic Flesh Soul
Kayson immediately grabbed Neville by the back of the neck and yanked him behind himself without explanation.
His wand silently appeared in his hand, and countless tiny glowing stones spread across the corridor.
"Who's there? Come out!"
The brightly lit corridor was completely empty.
"Hide here... Close your eyes. They'll protect you." Kayson almost instantly created four Iron Golems