More Magical Than Magic

While fighting the werewolves,

Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

McGonagall pushed open Vincent's dormitory door and quietly walked over to his bed.

She pulled back the covers. Sure enough, no one was there.

She glanced at the shattered window, then looked toward Neville, who appeared to be sleeping while sitting up on his bed.

Sigh. The boy had probably been startled awake just now, then somehow fallen back asleep.

As for why the other two could still sleep so soundly...

McGonagall pursed her lips and stopped staring at the earmuffs they were wearing.

She turned around and sat down on Vincent's bed.

On the small table beside it sat a still-unopened bag of cookies, several third-year textbooks, and a very conspicuous model of the Eiffel Tower.

Sitting on Vincent's bed, she picked up the tower model with interest.

It was not especially exquisite, but neither was it crude.

Clearly, it had been handmade.

When she pressed the Magical Runes at its tip, the entire tower emitted a dim yellow glow like a night-light.

She had not expected it to be an alchemical item as well.

It only had one function, and it did not look like Vincent's work. It probably held some special commemorative value.

"Mm—" Neville, sitting up asleep, sensed the dim yellow light and groggily opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was an extremely familiar back.

McGonagall turned around.

"Ah!!" Neville screamed and hurriedly grabbed his blanket to cover his head.

Seeing his Head of House in the middle of the night was the most terrifying thing imaginable.

"I must be dreaming... I have to be dreaming..."

His quiet muttering instantly darkened McGonagall's expression.

"What is it?" James, awakened by the noise, opened his eyes and followed the dim yellow light with his gaze.

He screamed too, but