"Cypher! What rude thing were you thinking about?"
The girl's indignant question suddenly rang out beside his ear.
At the same time, the soft flesh at his ribs was pinched.
Hiss—
Cypher instinctively replied, "I wasn't thinking about anything I should apologize to you for..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Cypher realized what he had said when he saw Iris's knowing half-smile.
Cypher gave a dry cough and offered no further explanation.
Iris did not press the matter either. After all, she could sense that Cypher's mental field bore no trace of anyone else's presence.
After coughing, Cypher shifted his body, and Iris tactfully released her grip on his ribs.
After looking around, Cypher failed to find any clothes to change into.
However, he spotted his waist pouch resting beside his wand.
Over the years, Cypher had long grown accustomed to using magic in his daily life.
At that moment, Cypher reached toward his wand and waist pouch.
He prepared to cast a wandless, silent Summoning Charm to bring them into his hands.
However...
The wand and waist pouch did not fly into his hands as he intended.
Cypher slowly withdrew his hand and stared silently at his palm.
"Cypher, Professor Dumbledore said that the injuries inside your body still haven't healed..."
Cypher raised a hand to stop Iris from continuing her lie.
He shook his head helplessly and looked directly at Iris.
"Iris, thank you for comforting me, but I think I know my own physical condition best!"
"No... I wasn't lying to you. The professor really told me that the injuries inside your body would need a long period of rest before they could possibly heal."
As though she had been wronged, Iris's bright eyes reddened slightly, and she defended herself with a tremor of