Vizet glanced at the time and saw that it was not yet five o'clock.
He let out a breath and looked at Fred and the others. "Looks like everyone's had a good rest? Full of energy now?"
Fred rolled up his sleeve, revealing solid muscle. "Of course! Better than ever!"
George made the same gesture. "Look at that! I feel like we could wrestle a Fire Dragon!"
"I could too!" Harry chimed in. Fred and George might only have been exaggerating, but he had actually fought a Fire Dragon before.
Hermione was still tidying her messy brown hair, as if what she held was not a comb, but torches used to drive back Devil's Snare. "Vizet, what's the plan?"
Her words came out as fast as a string of firecrackers. "Have you contacted them? Is there news from Headmaster Dumbledore? What's your plan? What exactly are we supposed to do?"
The Common Room suddenly fell silent. Including Fred and George, everyone looked at Vizet. The last two questions Hermione had asked were also what they cared about most right now.
"That's exactly what I'm going to tell you!" Vizet stood up, his gaze sweeping over every face.
"The planned time is from eight to nine in the morning." His voice was steady and clear. "In other words, the Muggle commuting rush hour."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione and the others instinctively drew in a breath.
"Merlin's red underpants!" Fred and George's expressions grew excited. "Start the plan when there are loads of people around? What a scene! I've got to see that!"
"Eight to nine in the morning?" Hermione looked a little hesitant. "Then what about the Statute of Secrecy... Vizet, why choose that time?"
Vizet prompted, "Because our enemies are in the dark, and we don't know