Hearing Xenophilius say that, Dobby sprang into action in high spirits, directing the dinner knife to slice into the honey-glazed ham and carve off thin pieces gleaming with an enticing sheen.
Xenophilius had already picked up his cutlery. He sniffed again at the aroma drifting over from the food, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He cut off a piece of cheese-baked potato and put it into his mouth. After chewing only twice, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Mm? This tastes a little different. It seems like there's a bit of hazelnut in it."
"Oh! Yes! Mr. Lovegood!" Dobby's ears quivered with excitement. "It was Luna's idea! She said making it this way would make the potatoes taste less lonely!"
Xenophilius winked at Luna and nodded in satisfaction, praising her again and again. "Oh! Darling! What a marvelous idea! No wonder it's so delicious!"
After finishing all the cheese-baked potatoes, he continued enjoying lunch at his leisure.
But as lunch drew to a close, as the plates gradually emptied, his thoughts began to drift. From time to time, he would secretly glance at Vizet, then quickly look away, doing his best not to let Vizet notice.
The experiences Vizet had mentioned earlier, even if only in a few words, were enough to set his imagination racing.
Although Vizet always described them with an unruffled air, as if everything had been under control, that did nothing to lessen the fascination of these events for his audience.
As the Editor-in-Chief of The Quibbler, Xenophilius not only possessed considerable professional instinct, but also had a vigorous curiosity. Faced with such strange and fresh material, he truly found himself full of interest.
He simply had no idea how to open his mouth in a way that would sound natural while also