"Taking part in it, becoming part of the Ritual Magic?"
This part of what Vizet had said had clearly gone far beyond what was covered, and Oliver Wood unconsciously swallowed as he listened.
"That's right!" Vizet flipped through the magazine, searching for clues inside, while briefly explaining to Wood. "You can think of Ritual Magic as a prank."
"A prank?" Wood's eyelid twitched. He really could not put those two words together. "Is there... a connection between them?"
Vizet set the magazine in his hand facedown on the desk and picked up another one. "Wood, you know Canary Creams, right?"
"Of course I do!" Wood nodded at once, clenching his teeth so hard they almost made a faint grinding sound. "And I'm not the only one with a deep impression of Canary Creams. Plenty of people remember those biscuits very clearly!"
He still remembered vividly the first time he had eaten a Canary Cream.
Back then, he had drawn up a Quidditch training plan for the two of them, and to get out of training, they had gone out of their way to fawn over him, produced a Canary Cream, coaxed him into eating it, then burst out laughing and fled as soon as they saw him turn into a canary.
Vizet turned and glanced at Wood. Seeing him gnashing his teeth like that, he could not help smiling as he shook his head. "Looks like those Canary Creams are pretty famous..."
"Of course!" Wood nodded fiercely. "How could anyone forget them?"
"Let's imagine this situation..." Vizet said. "If Fred and George gave you a biscuit and asked you to help complete a prank, would you agree?"
"If it was to feed it to that Flint bastard, I'd be very happy to do it..." Wood rubbed his chin and considered