"Then I must faithfully carry out my duties!" Vizet adjusted his posture too, letting Luna lean against him more comfortably.
Once he had settled himself, he waved his fingers at the pen hanging over the bookmark. The pen tip immediately touched the bookmark, bleeding out a dot of ink.
Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour. Are you in Paris now, preparing for tomorrow's "International Confederation of Wizards Congress"?
Dumbledore replied very quickly. I probably won't arrive in Paris to preside over the congress until tomorrow morning. Babajide is handling affairs for me at the moment. I'm dealing with something else.
Seeing Dumbledore's reply, Vizet and Luna both let out a "pfft" at the same time.
Luna rubbed her cheek against Vizet's arm and hummed softly. "Professor McGonagall?"
"Mm..." Vizet narrowed his eyes slightly, a gentle smile on his face, and nodded. "I hope Professor McGonagall enjoys her summer vacation."
Dumbledore's reply had not ended. What's wrong? Has the Isaiah Society prepared to do something in Paris, and you discovered it?
Since Dumbledore's reply was already so direct, Vizet got straight to the point and wrote down everything that had happened over these past days, along with the conclusions and conjectures he had drawn from it, on the bookmark.
Dumbledore's reply appeared on the bookmark. To think the Isaiah Society's actions this time would be so radical. That truly is unexpected.
Vizet, your conjecture makes a great deal of sense. To plan such an operation, they must have spent a very long time preparing. It is indeed troublesome to deal with.
It is inevitable that you would now be caught in a dilemma. You should have contacted Ms. Pendragon. What did you and she discuss?
Vizet briefly summarized his exchange with Serena Pendragon and wrote that on