In the dueling arena for Hogwarts's practical combat class, it was as if they had been submerged in a pool of magic. Every pore was steeped in it. This unprecedented comfort and fullness, sinking almost into the soul, sent involuntary shudders through them. In a daze, they forgot their purpose and where they were, so comfortable that they temporarily lost their reason and immersed themselves completely in that sea of magic.
Tall, thin Igor Karkaroff had almost collapsed entirely in his seat. His short white hair was nearly standing on end, and the goatee on his gaunt chin, its tips curled slightly, trembled for no apparent reason... In truth, he could no longer think about anything at all.
By now, most of the wizards' minds had gone blank. All they felt was an extreme joy—as if nothing in the world mattered anymore, so long as they could remain immersed in this pool of magic, wrapped in that fullness, excitement, and euphoria.
Karkaroff's leg bumped into Madame Maxime, the giantess beside him, but this half-blood giantess, who usually cared greatly about elegance, could not sense his unconscious offense at all. She was completely immersed in the wonderful sensation brought by the magic, sinking helplessly into it until she ignored all perception of the outside world.
In the stands, Mr. and Mrs. Clearwater and Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who had been invited to witness this international event at Hogwarts, were utterly astonished. Looking at the wizards around them, whose behavior had suddenly become abnormal, they were at a loss for a moment.
"Felipe, what's happening?" Mrs. Clearwater rubbed her brow and asked in panic. "Do you feel it?"
"Mm, the Wizard Milk Tablet you gave me is quite tasty... Hm?" Mr. Clearwater was still holding the Wizard Snack his wife had given