"Miss Delacour, the person beside you is... a student from which school?"
Although Professor McGonagall, as a Hogwarts professor, had no need to inquire about the dance partners of the other schools' Champions, she couldn't suppress her curiosity.
After all, the Witch beside Pheobe looked to be around seventeen, and she was truly striking.
She wore a luxurious white dress robe, embroidered with gold thread and patterned with intricate designs along the hem.
Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail that stuck up behind her head, highlighting her vitality and Spirituality.
She was also dressed very simply, wearing no makeup and hardly any jewelry—not even a necklace or ring.
She wore only a simple necklace. A diamond sat at its center, with a tiny mirror set into it in a distinctive design.
If Harley was a thorny black rose, then Pheobe's dance partner was a pure snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains.
But that wasn't the point. The point was that this Witch's features weren't merely similar to Harley's—they were identical.
"Shh... Professor McGonagall, it's still me. But this is a private secret of mine."
Harley and the Witch moved their lips almost imperceptibly at the same time, their voices reaching Professor McGonagall's ears with perfect clarity.
"It's just a little magical trick, nothing impressive."
Professor McGonagall couldn't help marveling.
She had once heard that magic resembling duplication had existed in the era of the Four Founders, but she hadn't expected to see it at Hogwarts herself.
The other Champions and their partners hadn't heard the truth, but they were still astonished, whispering among themselves.
Hermione clutched Harley's arm tightly, glancing nervously at the girl beside her from time to time, as though Harley might disappear at any moment.
"Professor McGonagall, I don't think it matters who