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"Ah... This..."

For the first time, Herpo the Foul's face showed an expression other than arrogance and vileness: embarrassment. Embarrassed, he looked toward the empty ground between himself and Dumbledore. That was where the spell he had believed to be fully prepared had vanished. In that dazed instant, he seemed to have seen an abstract manor, but now it was empty. There was nothing there.

Yet strange looks appeared on the faces of the two men opposite him. Relief and trust surfaced in Dumbledore's eyes, while the embarrassment on Grindelwald's face was no less than Herpo's. Their gazes met in midair, almost freezing the air between them into something solid. At last, a figure disguised by a Disillusionment Charm finally showed itself amid a tremor. Herpo reacted instantly, waving his Wand at the person who was only a blurred outline.

But the spell vanished once again. The scene fell into a silence that was difficult to break. That abstract painting flashed past before his eyes again like a startling glimpse, stealing his spell like a hooligan before quickly disappearing.

He was furious. He reached out and spread the five fingers that had only just grown back, wanting to draw out this petty intruder's soul the way he plundered other people's Dark Magic. But the invisible man before him did not waver at all, turning the magic that had been enough to make Grindelwald find him extremely troublesome into nothing more than a theatrical pose. Herpo widened his eyes. In his view, the Disillusionment Charm was no different from a joke. This magic, which could only distort light, might seem like perfect camouflage to most people, but to a great Wizard like him, who knew the true essence of the soul, every person was a glaring lightbulb. The color of the