Legs—their appearance was merely decorative. The people up there wouldn't understand.
Only those who couldn't appreciate them would call it an industrial style. Those with taste knew it was primitive, rugged aesthetics, like hard liquor: stimulating at first taste, but easy to get hooked on.
With his mood lifted once more, Vincent put on Slytherin's Locket and raised the Serpent Staff above his head.
Raymond, who had witnessed the scene through the lab's surveillance feed, stiffly turned his neck to look at William beside him. "What is Mr. Wayne doing?"
"Uh..." William was rather embarrassed and had no idea how to answer.
Before the air could completely freeze over, the image on the monitor changed.
The previously clear sky unexpectedly darkened, and thick black clouds began gathering above the Calum Science Center.
Raymond stared in astonishment. "Mr. Sneth, what sort of trick is Mr. Wayne performing this time?"
"Well..." William could more or less guess. "He should... perhaps... possibly be... summoning lightning?"
Raymond and the researchers froze for a moment, then laughed dryly.
"Mr. Sneth, you really know how to joke."
Outside the science center,
Vincent concentrated fully, trying to expand the Weather Charms over a larger area.
His stamina was instantly drained, and the long-forgotten sense of exhaustion gave him a clearer understanding of Dumbledore's strength.
Back then, Dumbledore had been stabbed in the back by Barty Crouch Jr. and had still endured the pain to cast such a wide-range Weather Charm. That kind of tenacious willpower was truly admirable.
Vincent gripped the raised Serpent Staff tightly and shouted the incantation, "Atmospheric!"
The thick black clouds gathered at an astonishing speed, concentrating above his head.
Amid rolling thunder, the sky darkened completely, as if a thunderstorm could break out at any moment.
The first bolt of lightning descended, yet