It's very ordinary, and the two students in the picture who smile brightly but reservedly look like Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa......
Well, whatever her last name was at that time......
A photo at Hogwarts, the two people seem to be celebrating something, this is impossible to verify, and there is no writing on the back of the photo, but there are traces of being torn from something, it is estimated that this photo stayed in the Malfoy's album not long ago......
Anyway, why did Malfoy bring the family photo album to school, isn't it too heavy?
And the background of this photo is a young man who is also proud in his bones, with black hair and gray eyes, he was stunned for a moment when he noticed that there was a person taking pictures in this direction, and then did not dodge, but instead made a rude gesture towards the camera, but with his unruly smile, a person who should have been frowning did not seem so annoying.If you compare it with the wanted photos of Blake that are posted everywhere now, it's just two people.But I looked at his uninhibited smile and really felt a little elegant......
Is this Sirius Black?
Narcissa and Lucius still show their noble smiles to the camera, as if they don't bother to pay attention to this lone "predator", but the bigger reason is probably that it is just a picture that does not bear much emotion and thought, and the characters in it do not do a lot of real things they should do.I raised the photo: "The man in the background, are you sure it's Black" Malfoy probably glared at me enough, and now his eyelids were closed, ignoring me.Even if he tried his best to put on a pure-blooded unyielding position, he was lying on the ground, and now he still looked like he was being slaughtered.I glanced at his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, the delicate contours of his face—his chin was too pointed.Deduction of 10 points.I stroked my normal chin, "Hey, Malfoy, seriously, how do you know it's Black?"
”I looked at the picture again, and the boy who seemed to be Sirius Black was five or six points like me, and the indifferent and untamed temperament of the two men was removed, maybe only three points like.It's not up to Harry's kind of "You look exactly like your dad!"
”But it is also enough for those who have a heart.I stroked my curly hair, maybe I was a little more like Ms.
White......
It now appears that White, the suggestive surname that is very opposed to Blake, is probably not Ms.
White's real surname.Whether the brunette boy in this picture is Black or not, I can't get Malfoy to yell out.After all, I shouldn't be in the limelight.I thought about it, picked up my wand, and aimed it at the tip of Malfoy's nose.It just so happened that he also opened his eyes, saw the wand in front of him, and realized that I was going to do something like that, and he turned his gaze to me, obviously frightened, with panic and pleading in his eyes.So why are you looking at me, I'm not a vicious fanatic (but then again, the book that scared him last time, full of the most vicious negative energy, must have ruined my image of wisdom and peace).Tsk) I'm just going to cast an amnesia spell this time.Let him forget about what he has been doing for less than three hours......
I thought about it for a while, and when I met him at dinner, he still had the same attitude towards me: pretend that I don't exist.So, Malfoy found out that the dark-haired boy in the photo who looked like me must have happened when he was bored flipping through the album after eating.Three hours is enough.Once I had determined the range of the spell, I tried not to think about Gilderoy Lockhart's current situation - at least my wand wasn't malfunctioning, and I was ready to cast the spell.I'm kind of craving dessert.I'm a little distracted."
Forget it all......
"Malfoy saw that I had begun to chant the incantation, and quickly closed his eyes firmly and stood on the ground......
Please pay attention to the content of my spell.Malfoy's despair didn't last long, as he was rescued immediately after—the observatory's door was slammed open and slammed into the wall with two thuds.At the same time, my hand involuntarily let go, and my wand was pulled and flew into the intruder's hand, and my spell was broken."
Blake, what are you doing!"
The road is uneven......
The wand was aided by Professor Lupin, staring at me in alarm.There were too many emotions in his eyes, disbelief, frustration, remorse, and more indescribable anger......
It's like I'm someone else, and the spell I'm going to cast isn't just a Forgetting Spell.These emotions smashed into me with his gaze.It's about faith, it's about betrayal.These emotions hit me, and I can't bear them, and they shouldn't be borne by me.I slowly stood up and took two steps back."
Professor Lupin, you're misremembering," I reminded him calmly, "I'm White, Vincent White. ”The author has something to say: generally speaking, the speed of my updates is directly proportional to the degree of depletion......
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Fortunately, I was not interested in abandoning that text today, so I came back to update, hehe.Chapter 11 Professor Black and White Lupin was stunned for a moment, then at me, and then at Malfoy lying on the ground, and could feel that the scene he had "seen" just now was fading, and now it dawned on him: it was only two and a half children in front of him.The professor looked a little embarrassed: "Yes, yes."
yes, White, I remember, Vincent White. ”He looked at me again, and at Malfoy on the ground.It still didn't look like he was looking at me, it was like looking through me, at someone else who belonged to his childhood memories - it was understandable, in the very bright moonlight, it was not easy to distinguish me from the young Blake in the photo in my hand, especially since I was still smug and bullying my classmates, and I might have recreated the scene where the real Blake cast a spell on his classmates.After a pause, Professor Lupin seemed to finally remember what he was here for, he raised his hand, untied Malfoy's petrification charm, and gently advised him not to run away yet, waiting for him to deal with the conflict here, but Malfoy's legs were a little weak when he got up, and it seemed that he would not be able to run away in a short time.Professor Lupin turned back to me and said to me, thinking of me as Vincent White and not as another troublemaker with another name: "Well, well, White, as we can see, you're going to cast a spell on Malfoy.According to the school rules......"
I simply interrupted him: "Do I look like Blake?"
”Professor Lupin wasn't offended at me for rudely interrupting him, but he didn't answer me either.He raised his hand and let his patronus fly, presumably to pass the word."
Promise me that you won't do it again," Professor Lupin returned his wand to me after receiving an affirmative reply, "it's better for your dean to handle this matter."
Wait, Professors Flitwick and Snape will be here soon. ”Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape arrived at about the same time, and when Professor Snape arrived in a hurry, he first asked Malfoy if anything was wrong, and Malfoy gave me a resentful look, but shook his head anyway.Professor Flitwick didn't ask me anything, but walked over to me and stood his side, making his position clear, and Professor Lupin was once again the only neutral person in the room.Snape glanced at me, as if he wanted to give me a point, but he maintained his professorial demeanor and inquired about the cause of the incident."
I told him his dad was Sirius, and he attacked me, Professor."
Malfoy leaned on his binoculars and patted himself with dust on his robes.I felt a little impatient with the group of people who were worried about everything to do with the fugitive Blake—after all, poor Sirius was just a wronged fellow, and now he was lying in ambush outside the school with little food and clothing, just waiting to kill the traitor Peter, instead of racking his brains to breach the castle and kill Harry, as everyone imagined."
You have no proof.There are so many people in the world who look alike. ”I replied to him casually.I began to hope that this cute little party, which could well turn into a batch/fight, would end soon, so that I wouldn't have to deal with the professors who were on the verge of being enemies because of Sirius' escape.Professor Snape chuckled wryly, and Lupin and Professor Flitwick looked at each other."
Oh, the classic, Blake's uninhibited expression, the arrogant Blake who doesn't take the professors seriously," Professor Snape said back to Flitwick, "and now seeing the sons of Potter and Blake, who were famous throughout the school — sorry, look alike little kids—(Professor Snape pretended to change his wording) — roaming around Hogwarts, one can't help but think, ah, how likable they were......
Mr.
White, don't you know that private fights are forbidden at Hogwarts?
”Professor Lupin looked a little tired: "There's no point in discussing the past now, Severus.And White also said that it was just a misunderstanding caused by poor communication. ”Professor Snape refused to budge: "Mere speculation and petty misunderstandings are no excuse for him to cast a spell.And the child is indeed unidentified......"
Severus. ”Professor Flitwick interrupted."
Oh, well," Professor Snape looked at me, stopping his speculation about Vincent's fatherhood, but he still didn't give up on the trouble of finding a student who looked like a childhood nemesis, "We owe it to the safety of the students, especially now that it seems that the people who deserve to visit after Black's escape are gathered in this small school."
There's no reason why we shouldn't be careless with every hazard - especially you, Mr.
White, if it weren't for Black's school, I'd have thought you didn't sleep every night wandering around the castle to find out the terrain or something.In any case, Mr.
White, it's easy to be suspicious of you for wandering around like this. ”In the end, he advocated a 50-point deduction for Ravenclaw, plus confinement until the end of the semester."
I note that Mr.
Malfoy fanned the flames in this incident, and that he himself is responsible for the attacks he has received."
Professor Flitwick was small but not easy to deal with, and even though he had taught Snape and Lupin as students, Professor Snape couldn't argue well when he insisted that Malfoy get the punishment he deserved.Professor Flitwick said: "There is a price to be paid for false statements. ”Snape finally relented, deducting fifteen points for each of us for the conflict on the tower, though I had to be locked up for an additional five more confinements because I did commit the attack.I didn't care much about any of this, and Professor Snape frowned when I finally apologized to Malfoy, clearly regretting that I hadn't been locked up a few more times.In the days following Chapter 12's blurt, Malfoy was rarely silent because Professor Flitwick had warned Malfoy not to talk nonsense, especially not to try to push me to the forefront at a time when everyone was hearing about Blake's discoloration, and Professor Snape was obviously unable to put down his body to spread gossip about the life of another House student, so after a small twist and turn that day, everyone's attitude towards me was still normal, not at all curious or panicked.Instead, I got the important news that I should be Blake's son no matter how I think about it.It made me even more curious about Lady Whitty's identity, and now that she was living without a parent in London, it was a lot like what a hidden wizard in the Muggle world should do.…… Professor Flitwick: They'd definitely been aware of this, but I don't know if it wasn't necessary or for some other reason, they hadn't been looking into the privacy of the deceased, no, maybe they had checked it out but didn't bring me.It wasn't until the summer vacation of that year that Sirius Black ran out of Azkaban......
No matter how reasonable people's attitudes are, I still find it incredible - to be related to such an important character?
No kidding.Knowing who I was suspected, I think the only change was the cancellation of my nightly "rounds" of the castle, much to the deplight of the ghosts - we would occasionally discuss philosophies about life and death.And Barrow the Bloody Man was really sorry for that, because after I cast the petrification spell on Malfoy that day, he floated out to find the nearest professor while he was hiding - that's why Professor Lupin came back in time."
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Anyway, I'm the ghost of Slytherin, White!""
Oh, then I really admire your loyalty to the Academy," I shrugged, "and not to a friend, if you treat me as a friend." ”After hearing the words about loyalty to friends or to the Academy, Barrow the Bloody looked a little depressed, and the direct expression was that he floated away stiffly and sluggishly - I think I met another sad person about the loyalty of friends, but the difference was that this one was the perpetrator of the frustration, not the victim.As for Malfoy, who told me important information, it seems that on November, I don't know what day, he wrapped a huge bandage around his arm to show how much he had been poisoned by Hagrid's incorrect upbringing, like Harry's provocation (a show that never got bored) and his evasion of the first Quidditch match of the term against Gryffindor.But I remember very well that when I cast a spell on him in the middle of September on the Astronomy Tower, his arms were no longer protected by bandages, and Madam Pomfrey still had some of this skill.Are you pretending to have a recurrence of your old illness now......
But looking at him pretending to be crippled and pretending to be interested, maybe, everyone has their own ambitions......
It is worth mentioning that on the night of the 30th of October, that is, on the eve of Halloween, Sirius infiltrated the castle and left only traces of Gryffindor—without bothering to find anyone else, such as me, which means that at least from his point of view, we were just strangers, or rather, he had no idea of the existence of such a student surnamed Wright, who resembled his young elegant and handsome self.I feel very lucky.At least for now, things are still running the way they should go, and nothing major has changed.I look forward to a quick end of the year, as next year there will be more complicated things at school, and everyone will be more focused, so that no one will have the leisure to ask the question of what my last name should be.By the end of May of the following year, everything was uneventful, and neither professor had come to talk to me in Blake's two break-ins, and perhaps knowing my unwillingness to cause trouble, they didn't intend to cause more trouble—the situation might have been even more difficult to control if a fugitive, who seemed unscrupulous at the moment, knew that he had not only a person to kill at school, but also his own son.It wasn't until the last exam, June 6th, that I knew that the story would probably come to an end after that day had passed.In the evening, I lay on the sky-blue silky soft four-legged bed in the dormitory, the breeze slid in through the window, and I flipped through the pages of "The European Thorough-Blood Examination of the 20th Century", which was preserved in a relatively high-level portrait that could convey information, and for the sake of caution, I cast a phantasm spell on myself before turning the book.Dan Qi came in at this time, and saw a big book floating out of thin air on my bed, and was slightly taken aback, then he looked at it intently, and sighed: "Have you mastered the illusion spell?"
I think you're the second genius in our school after Dumbledore. ”I replied sullenly, "I don't think so."
I have been systematically educated at home, and these spells I ......
"have been cast many times under my mother's Imperius curse."
Who's talking.Hell, how do I know that?
I threw away the book and sat up, unconsciously speaking out of Vincent White's past that I didn't know myself......
What's going on?
This was the first time in three years that this phenomenon had happened, and I always thought White was gone!
Danqi was used to my words, so he took a small bowl and turned around and went out.I'm still in shock......
Lady White doesn't just sound like a simple Muggle, but rather a bad Dark Wizard......
Imperius Curse......
This is one of the three unforgivable curses in England, is she using this as a means of cramming her children?
I felt a little depressed, because Black White didn't seem to be a simple Muggle like I thought she was, so why would she live in seclusion among Muggles?
Is it to hide from someone?
Mystery began to come at me in droves, and I turned over in frustration and decided to leave the Ravenclaw tower and go out for a walk.Go to the library and look for books on souls and memories.And why hasn't there been any sign of Vincent's presence for three years, but- slowly, today is the day of Buckbeak's execution, and it's also the time when Sirius will stay at Hogwarts for a while......
Pushing open the wooden door of Ravenclaw, I slowly descended from the Ravenclaw Tower, wondering if I should appear at the top of the West Tower at twelve o'clock and ask Black."
Hello, Mr.
Black, I wonder if you were with a curly-haired Miss or not Wright thirteen years ago?"
Or simply......
"Hello, Mr.
Black, remember your girlfriend thirteen years ago, or, ONS?"
I want to know the real last name of that person, can you tell me?
”It's stupid.I stopped and thought for a moment......
Whether Vincent's surname is White, Black, or anything else has nothing to do with me......
It has nothing to do with me, how he got my excellent magical control and seemingly innate magical skills......
Why are you curious about this......
But I'm really curious......
Now that I've accepted this identity, I subconsciously turn around when I hear someone shouting Vincent, so of course I'm curious about the secrets of my background, especially the secrets that seem a little dark.If you want to know, why don't you ask......
Go find Blake.See what he's like.Look at how he's spent all these years.The growing desire prompted me to go to Blake and ask what was going on......
It seems very wrong today......
My emotions were a bit out of control......
I didn't want to go to Blake at all, that would be too risky, and since I had nothing to do with it, I became Vincent, so I didn't need to explore his past.But the desire to meet with Blake was so irresistible that I knew I didn't want to or should go to the top of the West Tower to intercept Blake and say a few words, but the problem was that I couldn't control these emotions that didn't belong to me!
Chapter 13 I Am White I stood uncontrollably in the shadows at the top of the tower of the West Tower until it was nearly midnight, during which time I was almost immobile, but my head was still functioning, and I realized that Vincent, who had not completely left, obviously knew what I knew, just as now, he seemed to be determined to see Blake, stubbornly dragging me down here and waiting.He had access to the information I had about Sirius, but I didn't know anything about him—except that his mother had educated him like a seedling (and judging by the sheer skill and ingenuity of my spellcasting, Vincent himself had survived, and had not been turned into a dead seedling by his mother, who had gone too far), and that only gave me one message: his mother was anything but a good one.There was the sound of hurried, deliberately lowered footsteps in the tower's staircase, and before I could think about it, Sirius, Harry, and Hermione rushed past me in turn, unaware of me casting a spell in the shadows.I was standing outside the door, and I was surprised that Vincent didn't rush up to confess his relatives eagerly, but this was exactly what I wanted, and getting involved in these things would cause a lot of trouble.So I watched with great calm as Blake hurriedly inquired about Ron's condition, hurriedly said goodbye to Harry and Hermione, and flew away in the Hippogriff and disappeared into the night......
I was excited about the part of my heart that didn't belong to me, and seemed to be clamoring to show up, but before I could suppress it, the emotion gradually calmed down until it disappeared, and it was replaced by a mixed feeling brewing, and I felt my eyes moisten a little.Blake's figure was completely invisible, and at the same time, my heart was lightened—even the last vestiges of obsession were gone.Is Vincent White really gone?
Hermione reminded Harry that he was leaving, and the two hurried back to the castle.As he walked through the doorway, Harry hesitated for a moment, giving me a strange look, but then hurried after Hermione without waiting for Hermione's urging.What a sharp sixth sense.I looked back at the night and turned away from the top of the tower.In the Ravenclaw common room, the one with the best view in the whole school, I sat by the window in a somewhat low mood, feeling sad for some reason.Professor Snape and Minister Fudge noticed that Black was missing, and were shouting not far away, the noise fading away, all the way to the university hospital.Feel like you're being targeted by something......
I turned around, and Danqi held his wand up at me, his expression a little cold."
What's wrong?"
I broke the silence."
White," he called me by last name, elongating White's pronunciation in particular, "I slept very lightly, you know......
In the year since Blake's escape, tonight is the only time you've walked in the middle of the night......"
He tilted his head, "We can all hear what Snape is yelling......
Tell me, did you ......
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"Did you let Sirius go?"
Is it Blake's son?
Is there some other evil purpose in infiltrating this school?
Hiding so much, do you treat us as friends?"
I didn't do anything.I'm just going to take a look," I looked at him quietly, and I tossed my wand over, "you can try the flashback spell and see what I've done." ”Danki took my wand, a little stunned - a good wizard should never throw it away, especially if someone is still holding his wand hostilely at you.Eventually, instead of casting the Flashback Charm, he threw my wand back.He hesitated, wanting to say something.I leaned back, crossed my legs, and said a little absent-mindedly, "Yes, I'm White, Vincent White."
There is nothing wrong with this. ”The author has something to say: Vincent: Anyway, it feels like Danqi and I are calling even more......
Malfoy's little Shota didn't have any enlightenment at all......
Why is he the main supporting actor......
Don't just decide who I'm in love with, bastard!
Anyway, you can also give me a few more girls and give me a few more choices, okay?!
Chapter 14 Visitors in the studyVacation at the end of the third year, Malfoy enjoys the holiday in his little palatial home.His own study was filled with all kinds of hardcover books related to magical education, and the top two shelves of the bookshelves were barely able to read the titles on the spine due to the angle.Narcissa Malfoy never bothered to pick up books, and always lazily ticked off the bibliography of her European quill designer for the Post Office's "Fine Frame Book Set" – and she wasn't short of that money anyway!
Even so, the three-walled summer vacation in Draco Malfoy's study had only been filled with a set of Pureblood Easter Liturgy Details for Easter the year before.Draco Malfoy was now lazily spinning his quill in front of his homework, not at all preoccupied with his schoolwork.There was a palpable fluctuation of magic behind him, and Malfoy turned his head in confusion, followed the light to open the large cabinet at the bottom of the bookshelf, and found a gray flat box shining through the pile of beautifully wrapped gifts from his classmates.Malfoy immediately remembered who had given the box - an eccentric guy who seemed to be absent-minded all the time, and only liked to thank you on paper.When I was in the first grade, I woke up from nightmares full of blood and corpses for several nights because of reading the magic book in White's hand, and then I received these books."
How to deal with the nightmare after witnessing the dark arts", "Afraid of the dark magic - you are not the only one", "The world is better than you think", ......
What a joke, it's simply looking down on his Malfoy's ability to bear.Refusing to go through the books, Malfoy's dreams were inseparable from the stench of realistic corpses, murder scenes, and dismemberments, which faded over time until more than a month later.See, none of this is a big deal.He could easily do it himself, without these stupid chicken soup for the soul.Malfoy thought so at the time, and forgot to throw the books in the trash, instead mixing them into a large pile of things to pack and brought them back.And it was Dobby who returned home to sort out the things Malfoy had brought back - Dobby hadn't been liberated by the stupid Potter at that time - so much so that Malfoy now knew that the box had not been thrown away, but had been placed in his own place.He grabbed the box and stood up, ready to take it away and throw it away with a look of disgust.He turned around, only to find that he didn't know when a bloody guy appeared in his study."
White!"
Malfoy subconsciously took a step backwards and slammed into the bookshelf, then recognized the person and said sharply, "How did you get in...... and when he saw White's condition clearly, he suddenly shut up.Vincent White was so embarrassed that he had lost his usual indifferent posture, and now he was holding the side of his neck with his left hand, blood gushing from under his hand, and his other hand trembling and hanging at his side, clutching a wand and a crystal case that looked obviously very beautiful—it looked like it belonged to the display case of some high-end house, and not in the hand of a fellow covered in blood.Malfoy was splashed by the splatters of blood that appeared with him, and subconsciously took two steps back, his face looking even more pale than Vincent's.White grinned at him, laboriously gesturing his right hand at his neck and motioning for Malfoy to help.Malfoy leaned back against his desk, his voice trembling a little: "What......
How, how. ”He hadn't experienced any storms and waves, and compared to Harry, who had a "colorful life" and went through a life-and-death situation once a year, he was still very sick, and Draco Malfoy was extremely helpless in the face of a classmate who suddenly appeared in his house and looked like he was going to die.White rolled his eyes at Malfoy—not the ones that were about to hang up, but the ones that were full of contempt and helplessness, but it was clear that he wasn't far from rolling his first eyes if he wasn't treated.Malfoy subconsciously wanted to call his father to help, but was stopped by White's feeble look, he looked around helplessly, and then quickly pulled out a copy of "Emergency Treatment for Common Magical Injuries (Youth Edition)" from the shelf, spread it on the floor, and then flipped to the table of contents, hurriedly looking for the trauma column.When he found a spell that he didn't know if it was useful, and after reciting it silently a few times according to the relevant pronunciation pause prompts, when he looked up, White, who couldn't say anything just now, had already wrapped a powerful hemostatic bandage around his neck from nowhere, and was sitting in a pool of blood panting.Seeing Malfoy look up, White said in a long tone as Malfoy spoke, "Ahhh ”Malfoy was stunned for a moment, then put aside the wizard first aid in his hand, picked up his usual noble shelf, stared at White Gray and shot back: "Okay, White, your illegal invasion of our house is enough to put a curse on you......"
"It's useless to threaten me," White interrupted Malfoy's words, he was still a little out of strength, and his magic power was a little exhausted, his voice was hoarse and low, "You ......"
White stopped, because at this time, footsteps came from the hallway, and then, the door of this room was knocked softly, "Draco, What are you doing in there?
What was the movement just now?
”It was Lucius's voice.Malfoy subconsciously stood up and took a few steps towards the door: "Oh, oh.It's nothing. ”He looked back at White—he was sitting on the floor with his head held high and knocking Malfoy relaxedly, not worrying at all about Malfoy letting Lucius in.But theoretically, he should have this kind of worry, after all, the two people's fathers (although White does not admit it) score two opposing factions, and it is better not to meet.Out of some kind of mentality, Draco himself didn't want Lucius to know that there was a classmate in his study who had broken in without permission, so he added, "It's nothing."
I just received a prank pack......
Blood-like stuff was flowing everywhere. ”Lucius seemed to pout outside: "People who can give such sensational goods don't have much taste......
No wonder I smelled blood. ”Draco glanced at White again, he muttered something under his breath, and the blood on the ground flowed into his wand in an orderly manner, and Draco pouted as well, then added, "It's okay, I know how to cast a cleansing spell." ”"Try it yourself, if you can't get it clean, we can find a wizard who specializes in repairing old wooden furniture."
Lucius turned and walked away, the footsteps fading away."
Alright, now tell me how you got in," and when Lucius's footsteps disappeared completely, Draco turned around, and involuntarily noticed the box in Vincent's hand, only to realize that this scene now looks like this guy stole the box from some noble man's house, and then was cursed by someone, he calmed down, and gradually regained his condescending attitude, "Sneaky guys are not welcome in our house......"
A spell shot in through the open window, Gathering on Draco, who was standing in the middle of the study, he didn't snort, and fell limply.Seeing this, Vincent White quickly recited a few incantations, and the figure disappeared into the air, and then three wizards, two men and one woman, jumped in one after another outside the window, and glanced at each other, and the witch raised her wand and took a step forward to chant a spell to the only person in the room, that is, Malfoy, who had fainted on the ground.What the three people present didn't expect was that the figure of the blonde boy who looked vulnerable in front of him suddenly faded, and completely disappeared in front of them before the three of them could react.