The next day, Vizet and the others left Pierre Bonacourt Village.
They used the Portkey they had bought from "R.A.P.I.N. (National Instant Alchemical Transport Network)" and arrived in the city of Lyon in the Rhône-Alpes region.
They had just found a restaurant to rest their feet when Vizet sensed something and raised his wand, sweeping it around them.
Watching Vizet's movement, Frank Longbottom frowned and asked, "Vizet, could it be... someone really is following us?"
"Huh?" Ron and the others all widened their eyes, their faces full of confusion, not yet understanding what had happened.
Before they had even finished speaking, several people walked into the restaurant.
Their clothes looked perfectly normal, no different from ordinary Muggles, but a sharp, piercing whistle sounded from their bodies, standing out awkwardly inside the restaurant.
"Do you hear that whistling..." Alice Longbottom explained. "That's the warning sound from a Peeping Mirror."
A waiter had already come over. "Sir, would you like something to drink?"
Those people showed puzzled expressions, gently shook their heads, and then left the restaurant together.
Ron and the others' eyes widened even more as they asked curiously, "What's going on?"
"I'm afraid we've run into people in the same line of work..." Xenophilius shrugged. "Those people should be reporters."
"Just a Confundus Charm..." Vizet said with a smile. "Mr. Lovegood's judgment is very accurate. Those reporters saw that we weren't here, so of course they had to go look for us somewhere else."
"So this is what it feels like to be famous?" Ron's voice sounded a little dreamy too. "We only just left that village, and people already followed us here..."
"Good thing we have an experienced celebrity among us, or we wouldn't have reacted so quickly..." George chuckled. "Vizet, right?"
"Vizet, be honest with us..." Fred's lips