"You're so cruel!" Fred and George shouted in unison. "This is—"
Before they could finish yelling, they saw Harry and Ron blinking furiously at them as if ash had been thrown into their eyes, signaling with all their might.
They sensed the warning in it and decisively chose to let go and shut up.
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George stared wide-eyed at one another, silently conducting an intense battle of looks.
At that moment, the four of them were actually worried about much the same thing.
Fred and George's actions just now had been far too obvious. If Vizet noticed anything off, all he had to do was think about it a little, and he would know they had been following him.
That kind of thing could be minor or serious, but the main point was that once the stalking was discovered, the awkwardness would definitely be unavoidable.
But Vizet's mind was not on that, so he actually had not noticed Fred and George's performance.
Vizet focused his attention on the mirror, staring absently at the red mark on his neck in the reflection.
Looking at that red mark made him think of the happy roughhousing that afternoon, and his cheeks could not help heating up, as if someone had laid a steaming wet towel over them.
He also thought of Luna. When he had been playing around with Luna, he had aimed at one spot too...
There was probably a similar mark on Luna's neck as well.
The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds at that moment. Neville noticed it and asked in some confusion, "Why did you all suddenly stop talking?"
"Vizet, could you have been bitten in the village?" He looked at the red mark on Vizet's neck. "When we came back, I don't