"Just a little bit of magic. I can control the length of my hair and how flexibly it moves."
Harley noticed the surprise in the others' eyes and added softly,
"Professor Dumbledore told me your innate magic is even more unusual than something like being a Metamorphmagus.
I didn't believe him at the time. It seems I was rather ignorant."
Professor Lupin nodded, voicing his amazement. Sirius also let out an approving howl without thinking.
Professor Lupin's attention was soon drawn to something else, because the Hogwarts Express was behaving very strangely.
Apart from the unusual stop, the rainwater on the windows had somehow turned to frost.
Outside the windows, it was pitch-black, and an eerie chill filled the air.
Cries of alarm from young wizards came from farther down the train, along with piercing squeaks, loud hisses, and other strange sounds.
Professor Lupin opened the compartment door and peered into the corridor, gripping his wand tightly.
Harley was faster. Her left hand was already resting on the mirror.
A ghostly green light flickered in her eyes as the Fallen Glove's ability to distort and magnify quietly activated.
At that moment, the glass of every carriage became Harley's eyes, surveying the surroundings.
The Hogwarts Express had somehow been surrounded. Hundreds of repulsive creatures floated in the air around the train.
They wore gray-black cloaks, and their bodies looked as though they had rotted after being soaked in water.
Their exposed hands were covered in scabs, like decaying chunks of flesh.
But beneath their cloaks, they had no legs—only black mist.
The air around them seemed frozen. Happiness, warmth, and vitality were fading, drained away by the creatures, leaving only pain and despair.
"Dementors?" Harley's expression turned grave.
After receiving Professor Dumbledore's notebook and exchanging letters with several masters,
Harley had