As Fred continued to move his wand, the material stretched and extended in midair, gradually taking on a neat, flat, strip-like shape.
Meanwhile, George used the same spell to suspend the mithril amalgam in the air. As a liquid metal, its powerful surface tension meant that it naturally shifted toward a spherical shape with almost no manipulation required.
Once Fred had shaped the gelatinous substance into a rubber strip, the twins exchanged a glance.
"Ready, George?"
"Ready, Fred!"
"Then let's begin!"
The two shouted, their eyes wide as they stared fixedly at the rubber strip and spherical mithril amalgam floating in midair, swinging their wands with all their strength.
They exerted themselves so hard that their faces turned bright red. Even their cross-legged sitting posture became distorted, their bottoms lifting slightly off the floor.
Hermione could not help covering her mouth, afraid she would laugh out loud. What she was seeing was simply too painful to look at—the twins' flushed faces, their raised bottoms... the pose was far too undignified.
They were also wildly waving their wands like lunatics, yet they had not cast a single spell.
The girl once again regretted not bringing her camera from home. She decided that when she started her second year, she absolutely had to remember to bring it!
In truth, Hermione was feeling a little disappointed as well. She was very smart. Though Vaughn had spared her feelings and never said it outright, she had guessed that she seemed not to have any talent for alchemy.
Because she could not see the symbols.
She knew Fred and George had to be using alchemy right now. The reason their postures seemed strange to her was actually because she could not see what they saw.
And Vaughn beside her could clearly see it.
Hermione raised