His eyelids grew heavy. Not long after the match had begun, the young man lying on the sofa fell asleep. The familiar scent of potion lingered at the tip of his nose, and the clamor gradually faded away. He pulled the black robe draped over him a little tighter and fell into a deeper sleep. Because the magic power within his body had grown considerably, and he was wearing the pendant Salazar had given him, his Transfiguration continued to operate stably even while he slept.
As the match was drawing to a close, a warm, large hand brushed through the white hair to pat his head. "We have to go."
Isis opened his sleepy eyes and gave a huge yawn. He propped himself up and rubbed his head, but when his slender fingers brushed against the hand Mr. Snape had left on his head, he jerked them back, bundled up the black robe he had been wearing, and threw it at the man. "Ah, you're still here..."
Chapter 134