Maxwell... Who Was He?

In the Forbidden Forest, Kane experimented for a long time and finally succeeded in shrinking the magic that could shatter half of Hogwarts' windows into a mushroom cloud small enough to fit inside a campsite.

After another afternoon of practice, he successfully shrank the mushroom cloud to the size of a person, turning a group A0E into noble single-target damage.

That way, if any onlookers were watching, he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally hurting them.

Unlike the unparalleled satisfaction in his heart, his stomach felt just a little empty.

In short... he was hungry.

He took off his top hat and rummaged through it. Nothing.

"..." He sighed. Fortunately, although there was no food left in his hat, there were still plenty of materials.

He pulled out a few branches and some spider silk. Before long, he had made several birdcages. After scattering a few seeds inside, several not-so-bright birds soon flew in and were caught by the traps.

Next came the old familiar water-injected meatballs. Although they had been filled with water, they were still fragrant, tasty, and filling.

After eating his fill, Kane even magnanimously released the last little bird.

As for Silver Wing...

After Kane left with his stomach full, the little bird he had released was still hungry. Fortunately, there were things that some people disliked eating but birds loved. Flapping its wings, the little bird soon spotted a berry in the corner of the campsite.

After the little bird finished eating the berry and flew away, a blue-white seed popped out of the berry's remains with a soft pop.

The moment he returned to the Gryffindor Common Room, he sensed the faint air of death surrounding Harry and the others. Every one of them looked listless, as if they were drowning in despair.

"What