"Did you get a clear look at the people handing out those extras?" Thomas interrupted.
Dylan frowned, looking as though he were trying hard to remember. After a moment, he shook his head dejectedly. "At first, I felt like I remembered pretty clearly. It was vaguely a wizard in a gray robe... but when I tried to recall it carefully, I felt like he was wearing a red robe, or a yellow robe... or maybe it was a witch..."
The two black-robed wizards exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.
"A very powerful Confundus Charm."
"Basically consistent with the other wizards' accounts."
"A useless lead."
"We never expected them to provide any useful leads anyway..."
After murmuring to each other for a few moments, Thomas looked up at Mr. Vampire Werewolf again. He spread out the Parchment Scroll in Hilda's hand and pushed it before Dylan. "Then, Mr. Talbot, you need to sign this document to confirm what you've said..."
Zheng Qing and Fatty Xin leaned over at nearly the same time, reading the Parchment Scroll alongside Dylan. Its contents were very simple: it recorded the conversation between the two teaching assistants and Dylan after they entered. However, all words involving confirmation had been marked in cinnabar, such as "nothing to do with it," "don't remember," "did not participate," and so on.
Dylan looked nervously from side to side. After receiving his companions' affirmative responses, he cautiously signed his name at the bottom of the Parchment Scroll.
A pale blue flame flashed across the Parchment Scroll, burning all the dialogue to ashes in an instant.
"Very good."
Hilda nodded in satisfaction, rolled up the Parchment Scroll, and tucked it into her robes. Then she pulled out another scroll. "Now, let's deal with the second problem."
As she spoke, she raised her