The bustle of the airport gradually faded away.
Isabella demonstrated what set her apart as an elite Auror.
She used no conspicuous magic, only a practiced technique so subtle it was difficult to notice.
She deftly guided Douglas and Lupin away from the crowds.
Her steps were light and precise, as though she could predict where the crowd would move, always leading them into relatively open spaces at just the right moment.
She tossed her hair, her voice quiet but perfectly clear:
"This way, gentlemen."
Lupin noticed that as Isabella pushed the luggage trolley, her fingers brushed the handles of their two trunks in a seemingly casual motion.
A faint, almost imperceptible ripple of magic flashed and vanished.
Then the previously heavy trunks seemed to grow lighter, and Douglas appeared to push them effortlessly. It was an exquisitely subtle Levitation Charm, just strong enough to reduce their weight without attracting any attention from Muggles.
That technique-Lupin gave Douglas a puzzled look. Why did it seem like Douglas's style of magic?
Isabella glanced at Douglas, her expression practically asking for praise:
"Well? Not bad, right? But that finger snap of yours was too silly, so I changed it a little."
Douglas said with a smile:
"Very fine control. It's already excellent. But how are we getting there this time?"
At that, Lupin wore an expression that said he had guessed correctly.
He found that Isabella and Douglas were very alike.
Not only was Isabella decisive in her actions, but her ability to blend into the Muggle world was also masterful.
She wore well-tailored Muggle trousers and a simple white shirt beneath a lightweight jacket, looking just like an ordinary, capable businesswoman.
Her ponytail was immaculate, and her hazel eyes were sharp and alert, yet whenever she met someone's gaze, she could