"My innate magic—Petrifying Gaze."
In the end, Cypher still compensated Cassandra. After all, it was perfectly normal to soften when a pretty girl stood nearby rubbing her face with a resentful look while staring at you.
After being compensated, Cassandra's face no longer hurt, and her tongue was loosened as well.
Instead of hemming and hawing without answering, she poured out the entire story behind the spell to Cypher.
It could be considered an advanced version of the Basilisk's death gaze. It did not require eye contact; wherever the caster looked, the spell would take effect.
Over the past few months, Cassandra had gone to the Forbidden Forest every day to practice.
Cypher also knew that the way she practiced might have been rather unpleasant to witness, and Lady Diana was with her as well.
So Cypher had not objected to Cassandra going to the Forbidden Forest to practice "alone."
Now, it seemed that her training had yielded decent results.
"Thanks to the power of your bloodline, I would normally only be able to use this spell once a day. But now, as long as I haven't exhausted my magic, I can keep casting it."
"That's great. To celebrate your mastery of this spell, let's have a feast in the kitchen tonight!"
"Yay~"
As though she had been waiting for him to say that, Cassandra threw herself straight into his arms, rubbing her head against his chest in delight.
After comforting Cassandra, the two practiced the accuracy of their spells together. Cypher cast without a wand, while Cassandra waved hers.
It had to be said that Cassandra's magical talent was indeed rather ordinary. Still, her energy was focused on human Transfiguration, so it was understandable.
The day passed in practice.
That night, Hogwarts entered curfew early.
All the young wizards