Inspiration is something that is somewhat unreliable to say.

But in Gawain's vision, which calmed down, the world was colored. Some are more colorful, some are relatively dull, and some are pitch black.

It's a really hard feeling to describe, and even Gawain himself only suddenly began to "recognize" this a few days ago.

"But it should work..."

Cowwin, cowering under his cloak, pondered his countermeasures.

Although he could see the "colors", Gawain's position was very awkward. The dense and tall trees of the Forbidden Forest obscured his vision, and his location was on a path.

This means that any of his movements will become very conspicuous, and there will be very little room for maneuvering and dodging.

"But the least that can be confirmed is that it can't see through the stealth canopy, and it's probably not too strong. ”

Gawain guessed, carefully adjusting the angle of his wand.

He still had some confidence in his own judgment, because if this thing could see through the cloak of invisibility, it wouldn't be looking at its location right now, and if it was strong enough, it wouldn't need to be hidden.

"Voice, perhaps?"

A somewhat bold idea crossed my mind.

Although it has been useless for some days, Gawain has never forgotten his magic spell.

“Khronos 1.5X Accel...”

First of all, he needs to be more perceptive.

Gawain silently thought as his blood began to heat and swell faster in his body. But this time, his brain didn't feel the stinging pain as usual, as if it had adapted to this level of stimulation.

"Maybe it's the change that just happened?"

He felt a little lucky, and he had more chips in his hand.

"Faster, faster. ”

The speed increased again, and he could almost hear the sound of blood rushing through his body.

Lumos (fluorescent scintillation). ”

As when he attacked Riddle, many pulsing points of light appeared around him. But compared to before, their number has multiplied several times.

Gawain felt as if there was an invisible thread at the tip of his wand holding the balls of light. He felt that he could easily manipulate them if he wanted to, and that he could make changes that he would not normally be able to achieve without a trace of effort.

It's a wonderful feeling of being in control.

"47... Now, it's time to give it a gift. ”

With a slight wave of the wand, the tiny points of light soared into the air, propping up the cloak of invisibility.

Gawain felt like he could do more.

“Wingardim Levuosa！”

He silently recited the incantation of the Levitation Charm, and the cloak of invisibility flew silently, revealing Gawain who was covering him.

Silent Mantra!

Even Gawain himself felt a little incredible.

It was an advanced technique that he had only been exposed to since the fifth grade, and all he knew was some of the principles that Lupin had taught him, and at the moment he had managed to perform it while maintaining so many fluorescent and flickering balls of light.

In his "field of vision", a streak of blue-green rushes down from the heights, and in the part of his feet is a brilliant green glow.

It was so fast that Gawain could only see what seemed to be a fluffy butterfly, but it was so large that if the bones were flattened, it might be as tall as two or three Professor Flitwick!

"Now is not the time to think about that. ”

Gawain flung some strange brain-making images out of his mind, and his wand slammed down, triggering the small balls of light that surrounded him.

47 balls of light, 47 suns!

"Shhh

The "butterfly" let out a terrible howl, raised its head violently, and was about to fly into the dense forest.

But Gawain didn't want it to escape, and his wand "Galatin" quickly raised it, pointed it at the strange big butterfly, and shouted a spell from his mouth.

"Pythonissam (Witches' Night)!"

Creepy shrieks of laughter rang out in the Forbidden Forest.

Under the full urging of Gawain, the sound almost turned into substance, about to puncture his eardrum, penetrate his skull, and penetrate deep into his soul.

Even Hagrid's grinding of his nails against the blackboard, or the singing of a hundred Peeves, could not compare to the excitement of Gawain's "enjoyment" at this moment.

The spell lasted just over a second before he stopped. But Rao was like this, he still felt his head buzzing and shaking, like a circle of villains stepping on his neck, waving a sledgehammer all the time.

But his sacrifice was worth it.

As if drunk, the huge "butterfly" shook its wings in the air and wrapped itself into a green thorny cocoon.

It smashed a few unlucky branches and fell to the ground with a muffled "thump".

Only then did Gawain realize why he hadn't seen it.

The surface of this "cocoon" has a shallow layer of fluorescent powder, which looks very dull under the fluorescent flickering light.

"But what should I do with this thing?"

Looking at this thing, Gawain felt a little constrained. This is undoubtedly a very dangerous magical creature, although it is unknown why it appears in the Forbidden Forest.

While it may seem to have been battered so hard that it has shrunk into a ball, that doesn't mean it's harmless.

"Why don't you call Professor Dumbledore, but this is the Forbidden Forest, and there's no way to get in touch with him. ”

Gawain stood in place, feeling a feeling of exhaustion slowly sweeping over him.

"Incarcerous. ”

After thinking about it, Gawain spun his wand and pointed it at the strange cocoon, shooting out a rope.

Again.

It wasn't until he trapped it tightly with a rope that he couldn't see the appearance of the cocoon, and Gawain stopped this frenzied movement, pointed his wand at the cocoon, and let it levitate about two or three meters in front of him.

After solving the accident, Gawain returned to the castle without incident.

As soon as he walked into the foyer, he heard the sound of "clang, clang".

It was Filch's old dog, who walked up and down with a tattered broom in his hands, and his eyes seemed to glow red. A cat that had already gained some fortune followed him, its blue pupils narrowing into a line.

"Students! I don't sleep at night, I sneak out of the castle, I bring contraband!"

Filch panted and said word by word, as if he had seen some heaven-sent treasure.

He came to the "cocoon" and stretched out his hands to grab it.

"Wait!"

Before Gawain could remind him, the "cocoon" suddenly shook violently.

"It's awake?!"

Instantly aware of what was happening, Gawain's wand jerked upward, blurting out "Stupefy!"

A red glow shot at the cocoon.

Its struggles were a little weaker.

"White!Why are you?!What is this?"

It was only then that Filch saw Gawain, whose head had just been covered by a calloon. He looked frightened, his face was red, and he gritted his teeth.

"I want to know too!Stupefy!

Gawain kept adding incantations, suppressing the cocoon, shouting. The strength of the cocoon was so strong that it wanted to break free of its wings and pull the rope out of shape.

"Which professor?"

Filch froze in place, his knuckles clutching his broom turning a little white.

"Anyone you can find will bring it with you!"

Gawain sped up the time in his body again, entered a state of super-perception, and waved his wand continuously, and the ropes, mixed with red light, flew towards the cocoon, wrapping it tighter.

Filch glanced at Gawain hesitantly, stomped his foot, and ran towards the castle.

After a while, hurried footsteps sounded.

"For Merlin's sake! What the hell is this!"

Professor McGonagall shouted as she ran, coming down the stairs with two steps, and Gawain was afraid that one of her would accidentally fall to the ground. She was dressed in pajamas, clutching an empty saucer in her right hand, her face turning white from shock or anger.

"I don't know, Professor McGonagall, I met it in the Forbidden Forest!"

As he spoke, the cocoon struggled even harder, and Gawain hurriedly made up two more faints and passed out.

"Merlin's cardigan!"

Professor Flitwick's shrill voice sounded, but Gawain turned his head away, but couldn't see where he was.

"White, let go, leave it to me. ”

Professor McGonagall had reached the foyer, standing in front of the cocoon, her right hand reaching for her wand from her waist.

"Yes, Professor. ”

Gawain's empty left hand raised three fingers, and he counted down the fingers, "1!", and he stepped back sharply.

The sound of "thud" sounded, and the monster quickly broke free from the rope wrapped around it, revealing its huge butterfly-like body. It paused in mid-air, shaking its head, as if wondering where this was.

"Merlin... How could the Winged Demon appear in the Forbidden Forest!"

Professor McGonagall exclaimed quietly, but her hand didn't slow.

Ropes shot out of the tip of her wand, turning into silver chains in mid-air, trapping the monster she called the "Winged Demon".

A red light shot out from the staircase, piercing through the gap between Professor McGonagall's chains, and shooting straight at the Winged Demon, like a violent smash of a giant hammer, causing it to stiffen violently as it struggled!

It's Professor Flitwick!

Gawain had never seen him angry like this.

His messy beard was tangled and his eyebrows stood up!

"Minerva!"

Professor Flitwick shouted, and his wand shot another red glow, controlling the Winged Demon. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Professor McGonagall flicked her wrist, and the chains dissipated into the air, but a large metal cage appeared out of thin air.

Her wand stabbed forward, and the cage fell from the sky, enveloping the curled winged demon tightly.

"Philius!

Professor McGonagall called out to Professor Flitsch, her wand raised and lowered to the right, gracefully like an orchestra conductor. Professor Flitwick understood what she meant, and his wand was tilted.

Two silver rays of light shot from the tip of their wand, converging onto the metal cage.

It visibly shrinks.