Compared with Nancy, Lockhart and Patricia were clearly far more able to indulge themselves, expressing emotions so dejected they could barely hide them.
"Mom, I'll help you with magic from now on." Patricia had sensed her mother's disappointment. She pressed herself against her, tipped her head back, and looked up with bright, shining eyes.
"Nancy, being able to cast magic isn't really that amazing. I can't cast magic now either, but I'm still happy every day." Lockhart floated over to Nancy's side. Anxious to comfort her, he reached out to put an arm around her shoulders, but the transparent ghostly hand passed straight through Nancy's shoulder, the chill making her shiver.
Penelope leaned against a nearby table, turning a can of sarsaparilla in her hand. She did not say much, only watched Allen talk with them with the corners of her red lips curved upward.
"Recently, Rowena and I... Lady Ravenclaw... have also been conducting another magical experiment." Allen had deliberately waited until Lockhart and the others had finished expressing their feelings before speaking in an easy tone. "We can bring up the specifics later. In short, it may be possible for me to turn Muggles, people with no magic in their bloodline, into Squibs..."
Unlike just now, Nancy's eyes were instantly filled with hope. Unlike Lockhart, who had just heard the news that Squibs could cast spells, he knew what this meant—Allen now possessed the ability to remove the barrier between the Magical World and the Muggle world.
"Perhaps Nancy has heard of Hematopoietic Stem Cell Transplantation?" Allen said to Nancy, then turned toward Patricia. "Patricia, if we could allow your mother to cast magic, would you be willing to put in some effort for her? If you and your mother are a match, would you be willing to