"I can see you!"
Harriet shouted quickly. She focused on where Liam was talking and tried to look in the direction intently.
"Where did you look, Madam?"
But in the midst of the darkness, Liam's voice suddenly appeared from another direction.
Harriet flinched, confused and tried to look the other way.
Liam had moved. Without a sound, he bolted to the front of the window and stood there. Harriet lied to him.
No. More accurately, Harriet hid the fact that she couldn't see, and lied in times of urgency.
"You can't see me. Alright. Now we can't ignore this symptom, can we, Madam?” Liam asked in a cold voice. Now he understood why Harriet felt so angry when she heard he had rejected the Philosopher's Stone.
This suffocating feeling of disappointment tormented him so much.
"We're not going to delay finding out why, Harriet," Liam said in a low, cold voice. "We will find the cause and restore your sight to the way it was."