Everything went smoothly.
The Portkeys that had been blasted all over the place by the Blasting Curse took quite some time to gather, piece by piece.
Then Alice rewound them into a usable state.
Yet until Cypher touched the Portkey and vanished from the room covered in traces of battle,
not a single person interrupted him.
The world spun around him.
Cypher appeared with both hands braced against the floor of a narrow tunnel.
"Are you all right?"
Seeing Cypher's awful complexion, Alice asked anxiously.
As Alice appeared,
her fiery red glow illuminated part of the area around Cypher.
Only after a long while did Cypher's gaze focus on the tiny figure flitting up and down before him.
"I'm fine..."
Cypher wiped the corner of his mouth, as though wiping away saliva that was not actually there.
After Cypher spoke, Alice saw some color return to his pale face, and the worry in her eyes finally faded.
"Sorry for making you worry."
Cypher steadied himself and rose firmly to his feet.
"This Portkey was made far too crudely."
Cypher gave a wry smile.
Without the appropriate magic to reduce or offset the sensation of distortion,
an ordinary wizard caught off guard by a Portkey would probably faint here after using one to leave.
In other words, even if those imprisoned here escaped with the help of a Portkey,
they would arrive at their destination in poor condition.
That would make it easier for the prison guards to capture escaped prisoners and bring them back.
"Heh! Senior Newt really was thoughtful!"
As Cypher switched to Dragon Eyes to observe his surroundings,
he noticed what seemed to be traces in the void.
With a flash of inspiration, he took out the butterfly Newt had left for him.
As if sensing some sort