Harry knew Vizet understood the French language too, so he went over to him and asked curiously, "Vizet, what's going on now?"
After sizing up the three wizards, Fred and George rubbed their chins. "The way they're dressed gives me this strange sense of déjà vu..."
"Then they're definitely wizards..." Ron lowered his voice, his tone full of worry. "They couldn't be waiting here specially for us, could they?"
"And then make us write an entry-and-exit application form, with more content than Professor Binns's homework... at least five feet of parchment?"
Fred folded his arms and made an exaggerated show of being frightened. "An entry-and-exit application form five feet of parchment long? How terrifying!"
George struck almost the exact same pose. "Then they must have been watching us the whole time! They knew we were students, so they came up with such a vicious idea!"
Ron, Fred, and George went back and forth, speaking with perfectly serious faces, though their tones and movements were exaggerated enough to make everyone unable to hold back their laughter.
"It's not quite that exaggerated." Vizet also had a smile on his face, and he spoke at just the right moment. "Those are all employees of the French Ministry of Magic. We need to go through another round of security checks."
"Security checks?" Harry and Ron looked at Hermione. "Hermione, when you came to France last time as a tourist, did you run into anything like this?"
"No..." Hermione shook her head, seeming to think of something. "Could it be because of that earlier incident? Do you remember?"
"They said all the Dementors in Azkaban had escaped. I remember The Daily Prophet said it rained in France the whole time back then."
"Then the French Ministry of Magic came to accuse us, saying the Dementors