In the corridors of Hogwarts,
The sound of students talking in hushed tones still echoed.
Everyone seemed to be very curious about the "streaking incident" that happened in the corridor.
Those exaggerated descriptions and various speculations,
It keeps spreading throughout the campus.
At the other end of the corridor,
Professor McGonagall was carrying a bag of tattered strips of cloth and was walking briskly toward the Charms classroom.
Her face was serious, her brows furrowed tightly.
His footsteps were unusually hurried.
It seems like he's worried about something.
The strip of cloth in her hand
It was Filch who collected them while cleaning the corridor.
Those tattered strips of cloth seemed to be the result of some kind of magic.
The strangeness of this magic was beyond her comprehension.
She knew that those torn pieces of fabric were not ordinary tears.
I just tried using the healing spell, but it didn't work at all.
This puzzled her greatly.
She even suspected that the fabric might have been torn by some magical creature.
after all,
She did not witness what happened.
Deep down, I also felt a vague sense of unease.
They arrived at the door of the Charms classroom.
She could hear the sounds of students practicing magic coming from inside.
I knocked gently on the door.
He gestured for the teacher inside to come out for a moment.
The sounds in the classroom suddenly ceased.
Professor Flitwick walked out of the classroom with a puzzled expression.
His short stature
Compared to Professor McGonagall, they seemed even smaller.
His face was also filled with confusion about Professor McGonagall's sudden arrival.
"Minerva, what happened? I have an important lesson to teach today!"
Professor Flitwick adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone carrying a hint of doubt and displeasure.
After all, Professor McGonagall's sudden visit,
It interrupted his original lesson.
"Sorry to interrupt your class, Flitwick."
Professor McGonagall's tone remained serious as she handed the cloth bag to Professor Flitwick.
"I have some things here that I need your help to take a look at."
She knew that her request was somewhat abrupt.
However, she does need Flitwick's help.
Professor Flitwick raised an eyebrow.
He took the cloth bag from Professor McGonagall.
He opened the bag and took out a piece of school uniform fabric that had been reduced to shreds.
A look of confusion appeared on his face.
He carefully examined the edges of the fabric.
Try to find some useful information from those subtle details.
He raised his wand and gently waved it at the tattered cloth.
A faint light emanated from the tip of his wand, and he uttered a restoration spell: "Restore to its original state!"
However,
The pieces of cloth did not reassemble as he had expected.
It remains in its broken state, without any change whatsoever.
It seemed that his magic had completely lost its effect.
Professor Flitwick's expression changed slightly, and he raised his wand again.
And it increased the magic power a bit.
He repeated, "Restored to its original state!"
The result was the same as before.
The fabric fragments still didn't react.
As if a stone had sunk into the sea, his magic did not cause the slightest ripple.
Professor Flitwick's eyes widened instantly.
His face was filled with disbelief.
He frowned deeply as he carefully examined the fabric scraps once more.
A sense of unease began to creep into his heart; he could sense that what he was facing was not a simple act of magical destruction.
He seemed to have touched some forbidden power.
He could clearly feel his own magic just now.
While trying to repair these strips of cloth
It was completely absorbed.
But there was no response.
This shocked him immensely.
Even powerful magical interventions will create a certain magical resistance against the healing spell.
But the current situation is completely beyond his comprehension.
He took a deep breath.
Trying to calm myself down
He placed the strip of cloth on the table.
They began to analyze it carefully.
"This...how is this possible?"
Professor Flitwick's face was filled with shock, and his voice trembled slightly. He looked up at Professor McGonagall, his voice tinged with disbelief:
"This damage was not caused by ordinary spells. The fabric seems to have been torn apart by some special force. And my repair spells have no effect at all."
"There wasn't even a trace of magical energy fluctuation," he added.
Professor McGonagall's heart sank when she saw Professor Flitwick's reaction.
She knew that the matter was probably more complicated than she had anticipated.
She could sense that Professor Flitwick's shock was genuine.
It comes from the depths of one's heart.
"So what kind of magic do you think could cause such bizarre destruction?"
Professor McGonagall stared intently at Professor Flitwick.
Her tone was very serious.
She needs a definite answer.
Professor Flitwick adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.
He picked up the piece of cloth again and examined it carefully.
His face was also filled with solemnity.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I simply wouldn't have believed it. There's only one possibility that could have caused this effect."
His voice was low, but it carried an indescribable fear.
"That is... spacetime magic!"
"Time-space magic?"
When Professor McGonagall heard Professor Flitwick utter those four words,
Her pupils contracted sharply, and her face turned pale.
She knew,
What does "time-space magic" represent?
That is the most mysterious and powerful force in the magical world!
It is a power that almost no one can control.
She asked again, "Are you sure it's time-space magic, Flitwick?"
Her tone became more serious; she knew that the seriousness of the matter was beyond her control.
Professor Flitwick adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.
His gaze became unusually serious.
He nodded heavily.
He said with absolute certainty, "I can confirm it! Only spacetime magic can produce this effect. Normal magic simply cannot erase things so completely!"
"You should also know the characteristics of spacetime magic! Its power cannot be perceived at all. It can only be detected by magical inspection tools that also have 'spacetime power'."
Professor McGonagall's face grew even paler.
She must inform Dumbledore of this as soon as possible.
Only he can handle this unknown threat.
She took a deep breath, barely suppressing her inner unease.
He said to Professor Flitwick, "I understand. I'm afraid this matter can only be dealt with when Headmaster Dumbledore returns." His tone was full of helplessness and worry about the future.
Professor Flitwick also frowned, looking at the tattered strips of cloth in his hand, his eyes filled with worry.
He nodded, with a hint of helplessness: "I'm afraid so. This is beyond our control. We need Professor Dumbledore."
As Professor McGonagall turned to leave,
She seemed to have thought of something and stopped in her tracks.
He looked at Professor Flitwick again, his tone tinged with uncertainty: "Flitwick, do you think it's possible for a wizard to possess spacetime magic?"
Professor Flitwick fell into deep thought upon hearing Professor McGonagall's question.
He seemed to be recalling something.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head and answered in a resolute tone:
"Absolutely impossible!"
"Mortals cannot control the power of time; it belongs to the realm of the gods. Anyone who tries to touch time will pay a terrible price! It is absolutely impossible for anyone to truly master the mysteries of time!"
With a firm tone, he shattered Professor McGonagall's unrealistic fantasies.
Professor McGonagall said nothing more.
He left the spell classroom in silence.
She knew that what awaited them next was an even greater storm.
All they could do was wait, wait for the man who could control everything to return to Hogwarts!
Meanwhile, Moen, the mastermind behind all of this, was resting in bed.
Practicing two advanced spells at such a high intensity was simply too exhausting for a first-year student like him!