"A lot of people came..." Wizet nodded, recalling that morning's award ceremony.
The Ravenclaws around him abandoned their homework and formed circle after circle around Wizet.
Students from the other Houses, and even students from other schools, were eager to join in and crowded over as well.
Such a huge gathering put the prefects on alert.
With the end-of-term feast approaching, they began voluntarily maintaining order, urging the students to restrain themselves and avoid letting their excitement get out of hand.
Perhaps because of his research into "'consensus' magic," Wizet could clearly sense that far too many students had gathered around him, and their collective will had formed a kind of magical power.
After obtaining Dumbledore's and Headmaster Kamba's research notebooks, Wizet's understanding of "'consensus' magic" had deepened even further.
Since such a special magical power had appeared at this moment, he decided to use his own research into "'consensus' magic," combined with war magic and Ancient Magic Power, to guide it.
"The awards hall was probably like this..." Wizet said, casting the Sonorus Charm. He drew his wand from his pocket and gave it a light wave toward the ceiling.
A plume of thick white smoke poured from the tip of his wand. As it billowed and curled, it spread through the air above the Great Hall.
As the smoke swirled and expanded overhead, he pressed his wand to his temple and slowly drew out a long, thin silver thread.
The memory thread drifted gently through the air, its surface gleaming with a striking silver light.
With a light flick of his wand, the memory thread floated up and merged into the spreading white smoke.
Suits of armor standing along both sides, a thick carpet laid across the center of the hall with an elaborate "W" woven into it,