Who knew how long he had been inside the washroom?
Hmm?
Only about five minutes?
The Patronus relayed the exact time Miranda had given it.
Estimating his route of movement,
Cypher looked at the watch on his wrist. The difference was surprisingly small.
In other words, the mechanical watch on his wrist had not been interfered with! Or rather, the margin of error was within acceptable limits!
Could it be that he had still possessed a physical body back then? Would one become a magical projection once their magic source was drained dry?
If circumstances allowed, Cypher would have gone to the seventh floor immediately and destroyed that portrait.
To see whether Abraxas Malfoy could return to normal.
Splash, splash—
Cypher stopped walking.
There were water stains across this large stretch of floor.
Focused on searching for magical traces and guarding against an ambush, he had only snapped out of it after stepping into the water.
Cypher carefully inspected the surroundings. There were no broken pipes leaking water, nor were there any faucets or other outlets.
Could Casper Crouch have corroded the seal on this floor, then simply released some spring-clear water to wash his face before leaving?
Cypher certainly did not believe that.
Moreover, Casper had said this was the location of the final seal, as well as the Room of Requirement.
That meant Casper Crouch had already opened the Room of Requirement and entered it!
But why could he not find any magical traces?
Had the person who built the Room of Requirement all those years ago truly possessed such profound magical skill?
"Sometimes, seeing with your eyes is not as good as feeling with your heart..."
Dumbledore's words of guidance suddenly surfaced in Cypher's mind.
Cypher took a deep breath and closed his eyes...
A long while