"My good brother, are you sure you want to try it on yourself?"
"That's how I learned to fly."
"May Merlin bless you..."
In the Hogwarts kitchen before dawn, the three regulars seemed to have found a new activity after their late-night snack.
The Disillusionment Charm required immense magical power. Even the twins did not dare test it on themselves, yet Vincent, who had only been attending class for a few days, dared to give it a try.
It began with a feeling—an intuition that he firmly believed he would succeed.
Under the horrified gaze of two pairs of wide eyes, the Alder Wand touched one of his arms.
Starting from the back of his hand, it gradually turned transparent, as though it had vanished from the real world.
"Ah! My hand!"
Vincent suddenly clutched his seemingly empty right arm, his face twisted in pain as he fell to the floor and rolled around.
"It hurts so much!"
The twins watched his performance with cold expressions throughout.
George put on a solemn face. "President Wayne, think about it. You'll definitely become one of the Wizarding World's biggest stars someday."
"No, Percy!" Fred pursed his lips. "Wayne will join the Scottish National Team and win us the once-every-four-years Quidditch World Cup."
Vincent sat up from the floor and stared blankly at the two large faces before him, their imitation absolutely perfect.
"You two aren't really undercover agents sent to Hogwarts by a magical drama academy, are you?"
"Pfft—hahahaha..."
The twins had not been laughing for long before he started laughing along with them.
Thinking of McGonagall's little hands trembling excitedly at dinner, and Snape's face so gloomy it looked ready to drip water, all three of them laughed until they clutched their stomachs and rolled around on the floor.
"I'd bet