Daphne stood on the water. Beneath her feet, the surface that should have been churning with waves was now as tough as leather, showing no sign of letting her sink.
This was a spell she had just learned from the Fish-Folk, along with several of their exclusive spells.
As for why the Fish-Folk had been so kind as to teach Daphne their exclusive spells, they certainly had not volunteered. Daphne had stolen them herself with Legilimency as she left.
Daphne felt no guilt whatsoever about this theft.
Could something involving learning really be called stealing?
Of course not!
She was now on the route where the island housing Nagadainaf Magic School would appear. As it happened, it was due to pass this way right about now, though she really did not know exactly how it would arrive.
None of this generation of Fish-Folk had seen Nagudinnaf's moving island, and Australian Wizards did not travel there this way either.
She checked her watch. According to the Fish-Folk, it should be about time, so Daphne looked in a direction she was not actually sure was right.
Ripples suddenly spread across the calm sea, as though a mischievous child were tossing little stones into these waters.
Mist appeared abruptly at the edge of Daphne's vision, instantly filling much of her view before shrouding the entire stretch of sea.
The mist rapidly thickened from a thin veil until it felt as though she were underwater. It was like weather so humid that moisture clung all over her, leaving Daphne decidedly uncomfortable.
"What a patch job..." Daphne gave a mocking laugh at the island faintly visible through the mist.
According to what she had previously learned, this island should have been enveloped in a powerful magical barrier that gave it the ability to move, conceal