The basic principle of the Disillusionment Charm is to cover an object with a layer of magically constructed liquid.
They can completely refract light, thus achieving a so-called stealth effect.
Vincent certainly wouldn't dare to try it on himself.
He tapped the stone wall next to the stairs with his wand.
The liquid, constructed from magic, seeped in little by little.
Just when the twins thought they were about to succeed, the entire stone wall began to shake violently.
"Shit!"
Vincent immediately pulled them upstairs.
After a loud "boom," the twins both subconsciously swallowed.
The two of them stared blankly at the little wizard who was shaking his head in disappointment, as the cold wind blew in from the hole below.
Miranda Gossack, the author, never imagined that a first-year wizard would secretly learn the Disillusionment Charm!
This stone wall died so unjustly.
Who is it—?
The terrifying roar coming from below the stairs terrified the three of them, who ran upstairs as if they had lost their souls.
"Did you bring all your textbooks?"
"Whoosh—I've brought everything."
The three who escaped safely back to the common room were all panting to varying degrees.
Even with his excellent physical abilities, Vincent, who was the fastest runner, was quite exhausted after a failed Disillusionment Charm and a burst of cosmic energy.
Fred and George saw him running faster and faster, and several times they gritted their teeth and chased after him.
After this comparison, they all discovered the benefits of excellent physical fitness.
The Owl Club must be established, and it must be established on a grand scale!
"The principal won't agree so quickly."
"Should we give him a nudge when we have the chance?"
"Please don't!" Vincent said nervously. "I'm not mentally prepared yet."
"Merlin, we all hope the application will be approved as soon as possible..."
Fred and George both closed their eyes and made a wish.
"Continue tomorrow?"
"See you there."
Filch, standing outside the dormitory, followed Mrs. Norris's directions to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Did any students go in just now?"
"No."
With such a firm and unequivocal reply, he had no choice but to go to the Ravenclaw dormitory on the other side.
How can you prove that something exists?
Filch did not answer the question about the eagle-shaped door knocker.
He bent down and sniffed the doorway.
"Which naughty student is causing trouble...?"
"It must be those twins!"
Since they're not in the dorm, they're very likely hiding somewhere else.
The first thing that came to his mind was the fourth floor and a feint attack.
Vincent returned to his dorm room and first glanced at his three roommates.
Neville was snoring away.
James lay face down on the bed, his head buried under the pillow.
Alfred, with cotton stuffed in his ears, was the most pleasing to the eye while sleeping.
He slammed the door shut, and seeing that none of the three reacted, he opened the window.
"Gu Gu Accio— "
He held his right hand high and waited for more than two minutes.
"The Summoning Charm is amazing; it doesn't even destroy anything when it fails..."
He was muttering to himself, unaware that a ball of brown fur was Accio.
"Gu Gu Accio— "
After repeating it three or four times, Vincent was certain that this spell was very special to him.
If we can find the reason, maybe next time the spell fails, nothing will be blown up.
"Gu Gu— "
He looked out the window upon hearing the noise.
Before he could react, Gu Gu hit him on the forehead.
After it bounced off, it came crashing down again.
Vincent crouched down with his head in his hands, rejected his previous conclusion.
It wasn't that the Summoning Charm was too special, but rather that he succeeded on his first try.
He can only blame himself for being too deeply affected by the fact that he smashed the Gu Gu five or six times in a row, and for forgetting the crucial factor of weight.
"The Disillusionment Charm... I can't just blow myself up, can I?"
After finishing its dried fish Gu Gu wobbled away.
Not only did they call it over in the middle of the night, but they also dared to use it for experiments?
It kept Gu Gu, definitely swearing in owl language.
Vincent, who seemed to understand, glanced at Leif, who had jumped onto the windowsill.
It instinctively shook its head, then jumped into Neville's arms at lightning speed.
Let's talk about it tomorrow.
Vincent had no choice but to obediently go to bed.
That night, he had another dream.
In the dream, Harry, now an adult, held guns in both hands and fired a string of peanuts at the bald guy who was using an electrical outlet.
"Ron! This thing is way better than a wand!"
Harry's extremely frantic expression startled him awake.
Sunlight was already streaming in through the window.
My three roommates are still fast asleep.
Vincent shook his head, trying to banish the dream from his mind.
It's absolutely terrifying that the Chosen One of the Wizarding World would treat the Dark Lord, who has returned with a vengeance, in such a way.
Throughout the morning Herbology, he was considering whether or not to give Harry a couple of small items for self-defense.
Even when he thought the dream originated from a parody image, he still thought the parody was perfectly reasonable.
What's wrong with you today?
After class, Neville patted his arm lightly, "Professor Sprout looked at you first every time he asked a question."
"He probably didn't sleep well."
James has been lying on his side with his head tilted ever since he woke up. "Neville, do you even know how loud you are when you sleep?"
Alfred pulled two wads of cotton from his school robe. "Want to share half with me?"
Vincent politely declined his offer.
"Yes, Neville, could you please be a little quieter while you sleep?"
Neville, who was being criticized by the three men, shrank back and said, "I—I don't know how to make it smaller."
How about sealing her mouth?
"That's so cruel."
"I always said stuffing it with cotton would be better."
"Get out of here, this stuff is covered in your earwax."
The four of them, chatting and laughing, arrived at the Charms class classroom.
It has a fresh taste and no unpleasant odor at all.
After this class, all that's left for today is the Astronomy tonight.
They, who were always the first to arrive, saw Crabbe cleaning the classroom.
The two Vincent looked at each other from a distance.
"Wayne, don't get too excited."
Crabbe slunk away.
Wayne didn't care about those harsh words at all.
Sometimes he wondered if Malfoy's two underlings were a bit dim-witted.
If both of these Pure-blood family are descended from inbreeding, then there is a very high possibility.
"My grandmother said that only the Gaunt family is like this in our area."
Neville instinctively shuddered. "It's been like this for many years. They're all crazy."
"Like Gormlaith Gaunt?"
"Right."
Vincent, recalling the witch described in "The A History of Magic," also began to tremble.
This witch burned her sister's family to death because they often helped their Muggle neighbors.
Even though her surviving niece was raised by her, she resolutely refused to let her attend Hogwarts, a school for Muggle-born students.
Where there is oppression, there will be resistance.
Her perfectly normal niece ran away, even taking the ancestral magic wand with her.
Upon learning that her niece had founded the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the New World, she immediately went there to investigate.
The outcome remains unknown, but the wand that Gaunt inherited from Salazar Slytherin is still missing.