Because of Cheng Quandao's warning, Pheobe instinctively tensed as she pushed the door open, tightening her grip on her wand and taking a defensive stance.
But nothing unexpected happened. Vaughn stood in the room, a Flesh Polyhedron constantly turning and shifting before him, radiating a strange light.
After shooting Cheng Quandao a look, Pheobe disliked him even more.
A pale purple glow shone in Cheng Quandao's eyes, a sign of the Multispectral Vision Charm.
Confusion crossed his face. According to Hermione, the Spectral Vision Charm could protect him from a certain danger in Vaughn's experiments. Why wasn't Pheobe affected?
Remembering Hermione's hostility toward him, Cheng Quandao suspected he had been played.
"Mr. Weasley!" Pheobe turned toward Vaughn, instantly putting on a smile as she stepped into the Laboratory.
But in the next instant, endless light burst before Pheobe's eyes. An intense, aching pressure blurred her vision at once.
Countless spectral hues forced their way into her eyes, exploding deep within her mind and memories.
Cheng Quandao also stepped through the doorway, but he merely lost focus for a moment. Filtered through the Multispectral Vision Charm, the deluge of information failed to strike him. This was an absolute disaster!
This was her first proper private meeting with Vaughn, yet she was neither presentable nor elegant.
She shot Cheng Quandao a vicious glare, placing all the blame on the Eastern wizard.
Had they not been at Hogwarts, Cheng Quandao would have loved to teach this arrogant woman a lesson with Eastern magic.
But seeing her miserable state, Cheng Quandao suddenly let it go.
That felt good!
"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley. I think I should visit the Washroom first-" Pheobe tried to sound less haughty.
Vaughn waved a hand and said evenly, "There's no need, Miss Delacour. You can be more direct."
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