"We'd better climb through the window and enter from the second floor. There are a few too many Wizards on the first floor," Matthew relayed to his two companions.
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw did not question him. They assumed Matthew possessed an Alchemy Item capable of detecting the Magic Fluctuations of Wizards.
The Invisible Hand lifted the three of them and slowly carried them to the open-air balcony on the second floor.
Many plants had also been grown on the second-floor balcony. Its door stood open, and a Wizard on watch leaned against the wall. From his position, he could see the three Wizards keeping watch in the courtyard below.
His gaze occasionally swept over the heads of the Wizards in the courtyard, but he noticed nothing out of the ordinary.
Suddenly, he felt something strange in his throat, followed by intense, twisting pain that spread from his throat into his cervical spine.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He wanted to raise his hands, but could no longer control them. He immediately realized that both his throat and cervical spine had been broken.
This guy wasn't dead yet?
Matthew was briefly startled. He had twisted the man's throat and cervical spine apart with Magic, yet he was still alive.
Matthew noticed that ordinary Confessors wore a long white cloth with red trim draped over their chests and backs, over black robes. This Wizard, however, wore a white robe embroidered with gold trim.
"Did you notice? His clothing is different from the other Confessors, and he isn't wearing a pointed conical hat either." Matthew chose to ask his companions directly.
Gryffindor had traveled for many years and dealt with the Church quite often. "Within the Church's Inquisition, those pointed conical hats are worn only by sinners. The Muggle-born