Vizet raised his head, his calm gaze settling on Karl Gustafsson.
"Say something?" he repeated softly, then shifted his tone. "Mr. Gustafsson, actually, I'm more inclined to... do something."
"Oh?" At Vizet's response, Karl Gustafsson blinked. "Mr. Lovegood, what are you planning to do?"
Relief showed on his face, as though he had finally tossed away a hot potato. He hurriedly asked, "Right here?"
Vizet nodded, giving an affirmative answer. "Yes! Right here!"
Since Vizet had spoken, Rita Skeeter did not continue pressing Karl Gustafsson.
She sat back down, adjusted her glasses, and assumed an eager, entertained expression, ready to watch the show.
Some things really were not suitable for Vizet to say. Since he had not interrupted, that amounted to tacit consent—she could say those "unsuitable things" on his behalf.
That also gave her a chance to distinguish herself. Naturally, she had to seize an opportunity like the one just now and press her attack against Karl Gustafsson as hard as possible.
With that thought, she turned toward Alexander Dodd and found that he had also returned to his seat.
Since Alexander Dodd had done so, it was clear that his thoughts at this moment coincided with hers.
A stage needed a warm-up, and it needed a lead. When the lead was ready to take the stage, a clever supporting player ought to retreat behind the scenes.
But why did it feel like... there was something off about the stage where the lead was about to appear?
Rita Skeeter could clearly sense that the light emitted by the ritual magic array was much brighter than before.
That meant the magic array that transformed Squibs into Wizards had never stopped operating.
What exactly was Vizet planning to do?
That was the question rising in her mind.
Rita Skeeter was not