Glenn was consciously working to separate "The Watchman" from "Glenn Hawthorne" as two distinct personas.
The Duel Club was now set to become a permanent institution at Hogwarts, even integrated into the new examination system. This meant Glenn's peculiar role as a professor—a position he hadn't asked for—might have to be maintained for the next six years until his graduation.
Although Glenn was slightly annoyed that Dumbledore hadn't informed him beforehand about this identity, he couldn't deny the advantages it brought. With the title of "professor," many things at Hogwarts had become significantly easier and more convenient for him.
For instance, gaining access to the Restricted Section of the library alone made it all worthwhile.
Books are indeed humanity's treasure trove, but Glenn wasn't entirely content with just that. The real joy came from seeing Hermione's excitement. After all, the knowledge contained in most of the books in the Restricted Section far surpassed that of the general library collection.
Being able to walk into the mysterious realm of the Restricted Section anytime, holding a note signed by "Professor Watchman," and greeting Madam Pince amicably was practically a godsend for Hermione.
Previously, they had to rely on Dumbledore, Snape, or Professor McGonagall to help sign a note, but success was never guaranteed.
Strict and overly cautious Professor McGonagall was naturally opposed to Glenn and Hermione reading the Restricted Section's contents. Snape, upon hearing their request, would sinisterly demand they help sort materials and brew potions in exchange for the note. Dumbledore was always mysteriously absent.
But now...
Heh heh~
The Restricted Section had practically become Hermione's third dormitory at Hogwarts.
With this, Hermione could borrow all the books from the libraries of two magical schools, and becoming a goddess of magic seemed just around the corner—cough, cough, cough, cough—
To provide this convenience for Hermione, as well as for certain other reasons, Glenn needed to play and maintain the role of "Professor Watchman."
Not just for Hermione's convenience, but also to shift blame for all offensive actions onto this nonexistent identity.
Thus, separating and distinguishing identities was essential.
As for how to achieve this, naturally, it involved showcasing a "special ability" that "Glenn" had never displayed publicly and could not use.
That ability was the Obscurial.
For young wizards, the concept of Obscurials was both familiar and unfamiliar. Those who had attended class seriously would have learned about this dangerous phenomenon in their first year, yet they had never truly seen one.
Most Obscurial hosts died from uncontrollable outbreaks before the age of ten. Survivors like Glenn were exceedingly rare in Britain.
The familiar yet unfamiliar nature of Obscurials was a highly distinctive characteristic.
It was a clear marker proving the caster was "Professor Watchman" of Hogwarts.
Black mist began to surge, and Glenn felt his body slowly become ethereal, ultimately transforming into a strange entity existing between reality and illusion under his deliberate control.
After undergoing surgery to separate his soul essence, Glenn felt his willpower and soul resilience had strengthened further, enabling him to delve deeper into the contents of magical tomes.
Currently, Glenn preferred to learn spells or sorcery with functional rather than destructive power.
For instance, Night Veil. It had no damage potential—the dispersed Obscurial mist in the air couldn't harm living beings, only causing mild burns. However, its terrifying functional effects were the true value of this spell and the reason Glenn decided to learn it.
Functional spells could be divided into several categories, including control, attachment, transformation, and mobility.
What Glenn currently lacked was mobility spells for rapid movement within Hogwarts.
After all, this place was enchanted with spatial movement restrictions, preventing the use of Apparition or Shrinking the Ground into Inches. Moving from one location to another relied either on physical effort or mobility spells like Earthquake.
But Hogwarts wasn't a flat structure—it spanned nearly ten floors from the underground levels to the top, with varying floor heights.
The terrain was too complex, and ordinary mobility spells no longer met Glenn's needs.
The frequent crises occurring here further solidified Glenn's determination to master new mobility spells. His mental growth was like timely rain, providing the conditions for learning new sorcery.
Demonic Transformation.
That was the name of the spell.
It briefly transformed oneself into a demon, gaining demonic properties, making one's form ethereal, and...
...allowing flight.
Having just begun to master this spell, Glenn still needed practice. For now, he could only perform the simplest full-body transformation, which caused him to lose the concept of "physicality."
In other words, he couldn't carry anything.
The black ring, wand, dagger hidden in his sleeve.
And clothes.
If Glenn didn't want to end up like before—transforming under Hermione's watchful eye only to have his clothes fall off and appear stark naked in front of the young girl—he would have to endure the mental strain of the Obscurial to perform partial transformation.
As for the more challenging task of transforming accessories and clothing along with oneself, or learning advanced transformation techniques, these were still too far beyond Glenn's current stage and would require considerable time and effort.
Glenn's task was to practice continually and use the spell repeatedly.
Everyone in the Great Hall was stunned. They stared dumbfounded as the Watchman Professor's figure was gradually engulfed by black mist, eventually becoming a black-red entity twice its original size.
"This... This is?!"
"An Obscurial???"
Several knowledgeable wizards recognized Glenn's current form, exclaiming in shock and showing fear and caution on their faces.
It looked so similar—too similar.
The black-red entity began to twist and whirl in the air, with portions of black mist attempting to escape its boundaries, only to be dragged back by an invisible hand, maintaining its spherical shape.
"Well then, I'm leaving."
A muffled, trembling calm voice emanated from the strange substance. It wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for the silenced young wizards to hear.
The black-red entity rose from the ground, ascended into the air, and then rushed out of the Great Hall.
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