Seeing Neville wrapped in thick branches like a tree cocoon, Augusta Longbottom's brow furrowed tightly.
She still found it hard to hide her unease. Her hands were twisted together, her knuckles whitening from the force, as though she wanted to wring the anxiety from her heart into pieces.
"Traverse the paths of the nineteenth, fourteenth, and twelfth!" As Wizet's voice fell, the tree cocoon moved through the thin smoke in the form of thick branches.
"Do not fall into ruin through disorder, nor cower before lifeless silence! Maintain the balance with will, and sweep away chaos with will!"
"By the bloodline of the parents, guide the descendant upon their path, and let the lost soul shine once more!"
"Bear witness here: the savior shall surely return! Bear witness here: the wounded shall be made whole!"
Gazing at the thick branches moving through the thin smoke, Wizet let out a long breath.
Ritual Magic had reached this point. What came next depended on Neville himself.
All Wizet could do now was observe the details through the thin smoke. If anything unexpected happened, he would need to adjust the magical materials to keep the entire Ritual Magic running smoothly.
He returned to his place and noticed Augusta Longbottom's clasped hands. "Mrs. Longbottom, the Ritual Magic is proceeding very smoothly. The situation is good right now."
Augusta Longbottom nodded somewhat stiffly. "Sorry... Wizet, I'm making you worry about me too."
Wizet pointed at the passage formed by the thin smoke. "Mrs. Longbottom, you can watch the state of the smoke."
"This smoke can reflect Neville's current condition—at least, his condition while he's traversing the 'paths.'"
"Mr. Claudius has extensive treatment experience! These were the modifications he suggested, and they can reveal more details."
"If we were using candles now, we would only be