On the day of the January full moon, Vizet had to leave England and head to New York, North America.
Not long after he sat down at the dining table, Dobby came over with breakfast.
"Thank you, Dobby." He turned slightly to the side, letting Dobby set out the breakfast.
"Oh! Vizet!" Dobby's voice was high and excited. "If breakfast isn't enough, please, please be sure to tell Dobby!"
His ears trembled faintly with excitement. "The food outside definitely won't be as good as Dobby's!"
"It probably... won't be as good as Dobby's..." The words had only just left his mouth when Dobby seemed to be frightened by what he had said, and his voice sank with it.
"If... if anyone makes food better than Dobby..." he hurried to make up for it. "Vizet, you must tell Dobby too! Dobby can learn!"
Seeing Dobby grow a little anxious, Vizet gave a gentle smile. "Dobby, I believe your cooking is the best."
Dobby's big eyes instantly lit up, and his ears stood straight up again. "Really?"
"Of course!" Vizet nodded and said with certainty, "Don't worry!"
On the other side, Xenophilius Lovegood quietly swallowed his fried egg, then took another sip of coffee.
He tilted his head slightly and, out of the corner of his eye, pretended to glance at Vizet very casually.
Only after Dobby had bounced back into the kitchen did he properly turn to look at Vizet and ask, "How is it? Is your luggage all packed?"
"Yes, Mr. Lovegood." Vizet nodded, cut off a piece of sausage, and forked it into his mouth.
Xenophilius Lovegood picked up the last bite of bread, put it into his mouth, and chewed unhurriedly, his gaze still resting on Vizet.
He swallowed the bread and cleared his throat. "Right! Vizet..."
"Where