Chapter 310

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I had three days of training with the Architect's abilities, although, as I had planned, he was completely under Rowena's control when he was absorbed, and I was learning how to control these abilities through her. Basically, if you translate these abilities into spells, you get a very effective and not particularly resource-intensive combat transfiguration, but the trick is that I don't need any circuits to control these abilities at all. It is as if I am in direct contact with the area of space I need, and on the will alone, fed by magic, I create the necessary objects from the shadow, simultaneously playing with the transfiguration of space. It is a pity that it is limited to the semblance of transgression for the shadow objects created. But an unexpected side of this ability was revealed, and not even one: an extraordinary increase in the volume of magic produced, albeit small; when adding the energy of hemomancy to magic in a ratio of one to two, transfigured shadows are able to literally shred magical circuits and energy products of the activation of circuits. For example, the Protego shield is not an obstacle to objects transfigured from the shadow at all.

Lady Greengrass sent the books and memories, as promised. There is no point in parsing them in detail, for all the rules of conduct and permissible actions or reactions to the actions of other wizards boil down to one notion - behave with restraint and courtesy, and respond to the actions of others with honor. The essence of behavior as a student comes down to about the same thing, but with the understanding that there are two of you, and each is kind of responsible for the other. That said, etiquette takes precedence. Simply put, if your master is insulted, you have every right to stand up for him in the resulting conflict, but etiquette comes into play. If the student and the master are of the same sex, you should act according to seniority, that is, you should not get ahead of the master, but if you really want to, you should address the master: "Let me kick this asshole's ass." If the student and the master are of different sex, then the "lady and gentleman" scheme works. In my case, if someone insults Lady Greengrass, then I, as a gentleman accompanying a lady, have every right to reap everyone involved to shreds. That said, the duplicity of this approach allows one to juggle concepts, situations, and responsibilities for each other's actions with incredible dexterity. What does this mean?

Someone insults Lady Greengrass, I intervene, and the offender says, "Your student should know his place," or something like that. Lady Greengrass could say, "He is primarily a gentleman," and it turns out that the offender has already inflicted two insults. And this initiative can be thrown among themselves like a hot pie.

We agreed to meet half an hour before we left for Malfoy Manor and even discussed the outfits — this is a standard topic for those who attend the event together, and it will help to mislead wizards, buying time. And so, I moved by the portkey to Delphine's house in the forest. Following the text of the note, I boldly opened the door, stepping over the threshold. In the central hall of the house, as always, peace reigned. Dim lamps in the corners; a table with chairs and sofas in the center; bizarre shadows from the crackling fire in the fireplace dance intricately on the walls and shelves of cabinets.

I shook off a non-existent speck of dust from my black robe with my hand with a cane, adjusted the lapel of my black Black's suit, and made sure that none of the silver cufflinks with blood-red inlay were missing, as well as any other similarly styled accessories, and turned around at the sound of footsteps. Delphine came out in a turtleneck evening gown in several shades of green, reminiscent of those in malachite. A few silver accessories with blood-red stones, like mine. Everything is in moderation, everything is neat but expensive — and it shows.

Although the outfits were agreed upon in advance, but it's one thing to know and another to see. And now, without any subtext, I got a real aesthetic pleasure watching her restrained movements. I am once again convinced that only with age and experience does a woman acquire some completely mystical ability to charm. At the same time, no bare legs, short skirts, and other vulgarities are needed.

"Lady Greengrass," I smiled and bowed stiffly. "I couldn't even imagine how dazzlingly beautiful you will be this evening."

"Flatterer," an answering smile appeared on Delphine's face. "How was your preparation for the banquet?"

"Fine, fully armed."

"That's good to hear. The girls should appear in the next few minutes, and from here, we will go by the fireplace to Malfoy Manor."

I decided not to sit down — the wait is less than a minute. Interesting. It turns out that I'm unusually worried. Even the thoughts became chopped, short.

The flame in the fireplace turned green, and in a brief moment, Daphne in a blue dress and a dark blue robe came out, and Astoria, all in black. Although the black color of the younger girl's clothes turned out to be deceptive, when the bright light fell directly, it shone dark green.

As soon as the girls made sure that they passed the fireplace normally and did not need to clean themselves, and the fireplace flame changed to the usual one, they noticed me and were extremely surprised. It seems that Lady Greengrass did not inform the girls about her "plus one" identity.

"Daphne, Astoria," I nodded with a polite smile on my face, and if Daphne was tempted to turn away, turning up her nose, then Astoria gave the usual curtsy.

"We leave in…." Delphine conjured a Tempus with her wand. "Three minutes and twenty-five seconds."