"Alright!" Seamus Finnigan took a deep breath, his expression turning deadly serious. "Since, under Snape's pressure, you felt threatened by death..."
With his hands clasped behind his back and his posture straight, he said confidently, "And it was only in that state that you mastered the 'Disarming Charm'..."
"Then what happened between you and Snape can be regarded as a 'Ritual Magic'! And one based on the magical principle of 'similarity'—a 'Ritual Magic' best suited for us Gryffindors!"
"Why do I... feel like... that actually makes sense?" Ron stared at Seamus Finnigan in astonishment, feeling as though his brain could no longer keep up.
"Of course it makes sense!" Seamus Finnigan's expression became earnest. "That's why we need your help!"
"From the moment Snape called you up to the podium until the bell rang, we want to hear everything that happened to you all over again!"
"Including Snape taking points from our house—we need every detail, exactly as it happened. We want to try to replicate the process!"
After hearing Seamus Finnigan, Hermione helplessly pressed a hand to her forehead. She had never imagined that the essay she had recited earlier would have this effect.
What left her most helpless was that, faced with Seamus Finnigan's argument, she actually... couldn't think of how to refute it for the moment.
She was even somewhat curious to see what Seamus Finnigan and the others intended to do, and whether they could truly master the "Disarming Charm" through a theory that seemed riddled with holes to her.
However, she had to fulfill her duties as a prefect, and she also had the revision schedule she had made earlier. As a result, she only had a short amount of time each day to find out how far Seamus Finnigan and the others' experiment had