The Diverging Path

Manus had actually seen that legendary Invisibility Cloak before. It was also made of Magical Textiles, but he had not mentioned that.

From what he remembered of life in the Wizarding World, the whereabouts of the Invisibility Cloak still seemed to be a secret.

If word got out, it might bring Potter no small amount of trouble.

But those two points alone were already enough to leave Margaret deeply shaken—whether it was Manus recognizing that her headscarf was Magical Textiles or the Unicorn Cloak he had produced.

"How could this be...?"

Margaret's face was full of astonishment and suspicion as she tried to find a reasonable explanation. But her headscarf was a new creation she had refined over the years; even Feilite did not know about it.

More precisely, no outsider knew that her headscarf was Magical Textiles. Apart from the two or three old friends who had seen it and passersby she encountered in daily life, no one could possibly know.

Then had this young man truly seen through it?

How had he done it?

All her questions vanished the moment Manus took out the Unicorn Cloak. Unicorn Hair was an unimaginably precious material in Magical Textiles craftsmanship, and the cloak's workmanship was simply... breathtaking!

"Pure Unicorn Hair? Merlin's beard—these are Runes, and this is... Far Eastern Oracle Bone Script? What are these magical symbols?"

Margaret held the Unicorn Cloak before her and examined it closely. Her hands would not stop trembling, and she looked overwhelmed with excitement:

"Not just that—the Unicorn Hair has undergone special treatment. How was it treated like this?"

The more Margaret looked, the more excited she became. Manus was starting to feel uneasy—not because he feared she might covet his Unicorn Cloak, but because he worried that her blood pressure or heart rate might