"How could that be?!"
Miranda heard Cypher's answer.
She obediently lowered her gaze to the ground and could not help but startle.
But then, she frowned.
"I could clearly touch him. How could he not have a shadow?"
"You could touch him?!"
Cypher nearly choked on his own saliva.
My dear senior, this is someone afflicted by unknown magic. You actually reached out and touched him? Is there something wrong with your head?
Seeing Cypher looking at her with a strange expression,
Miranda also suddenly realized just how dangerous what she had done earlier had been.
"I didn't think that much at the time... At first, I thought someone was wearing an Invisibility Cloak..."
Miranda defended herself softly.
"Forget it. It's not a major problem. I didn't sense any unusual residual magic on you..."
Retracting his gaze, Cypher guided the natural magic in the air, trying to use that rootless magic to probe and assess Jack's condition.
"Miranda, you're graduating this year, right?"
It was strange. Cypher was clearly much younger than her, yet she always found herself obeying him.
"Yes."
"Even in a peaceful wizarding world, you need to leave yourself a way out when dealing with strangers, let alone in these turbulent times."
"I understand..."
The room fell silent again.
Only Cypher kept waving his wand, while strands of mist continuously gathered from every direction and wrapped around Jack.
It was very strange.
After extensive testing, Cypher found the matter increasingly troublesome.
As long as a spell lacked the will of a soul—such as the Full Body-Bind Curse, Reducto, or Finite Incantatem—it would pass directly through Jack.
It was as though Jack did not exist at all.
Yet the Mage Hand constructed with natural power, as well as the Finite Incantatem he had cast with all his strength,