During the start-of-term feast, Vizet's own appeal almost overshadowed the steaming delicacies on the table.
The New Students from all four houses were beside themselves with excitement. They found ways to crowd near Vizet, their big eyes wide with curiosity as they gazed at him eagerly.
Some of the New Students wanted to ask him for answers, some only wanted to squeeze forward for an autograph, and some wanted both.
"Vizet! Was what happened in France back then really something magic could do?"
"Mr. Vizet Lovegood! Are you really a Wizard? Or was it Archangel Michael descending to earth?"
"Mr. Lovegood, is your true identity the 'Holy Son'? My father said only the 'Holy Son' could do something like that..."
The New Students' questions came from every direction, all bizarre and varied, and for a moment Vizet could hardly keep up.
He smiled as he answered, "Of course magic can do it..."
Then he smiled again and said, "Of course I'm a Wizard..."
He nodded encouragingly. "As long as you work hard at learning magic, you'll be able to do this one day too..."
The Ravenclaw ghost, The Grey Lady, drifted over, passing straight through several New Students who had surrounded Vizet.
Only after she saw those New Students shiver and take a few steps back did The Grey Lady say in an icy, stern voice, "New Students! Your clamor has cast dust over this feast!"
"What you should be exploring is magical knowledge, not these vague fantasies! Now! Return to your seats! Do what you ought to be doing!"
Under her scolding, one ring of New Students retreated, only for another ring of New Students to crowd forward again.
The Grey Lady repeated the same trick, finally getting those New Students to return to their seats.
Vizet stood and