"Meow, meow!"
"Heh, Personality Armament isn't something to use indiscriminately. She's my friend, after all-you? Of course you're family, Fruit Tea, just like Ron and Harry. That's why I implanted Personality Armament in you. It was all to protect you."
"Meow~"
Fruit Tea happily rubbed against Vaughn's legs.
The two figures, one large and one small, gradually disappeared into the shadows of the corridor. To Vaughn, Isabella's abnormal behavior was only a minor interlude.
Of course, he had also promised Isabella that once he had met the visitors from China and the Potions event had officially begun, he would find time to rethink and redesign the practical lessons.
The limitations of the small-world trial grounds really could no longer keep up with demand.
Over the next few days, Vaughn continued to bury himself in his laboratory.
Meanwhile, the Daily Prophet reported the arrival of the Chinese visitors in London, though it did so as a magical-
Accident report-a young wizard from the Chinese delegation had wanted to explore London's streets and see the bustling world of a foreign country. He had slipped out, only to get lost.
Unfamiliar with the place and unable to speak the language, the young wizard panicked and cast magic right in Muggle-filled Westminster, summoning a Cloud Chariot-reportedly, thousands of Muggles had witnessed a cloud descend from the sky into the city center that day.
For those two days, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes had been run off its feet. Members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad and Obliviator Headquarters had worked around the clock, barely managing to disguise the magical exposure incident as a bout of unusual weather.
The Daily Prophet used two contrasting photographs to illustrate the results of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes' work.
One was a photograph supplied