Faced with this situation, Rita Skeeter was practically glowing. This was exactly the sort of scene she had been hoping for, and at the same time, she was watching Vizet's expression.
She noticed something rather interesting. Vizet still looked utterly calm, as though he was not at all surprised that things had developed this far.
"Scum!"
Just as she was thinking, a curse rang out.
She quickly looked toward the sound and saw a red light streaking toward Karl Gustafsson like an arrow at tremendous speed.
Karl Gustafsson instinctively crouched down with his head in his hands, narrowly dodging the red light.
Vizet's voice sounded. "Mr. Gustafsson, there is no need for you to worry too much. After all, this is St. Mungo's."
"There are many excellent Healers here. As long as your soul has not left your body, I trust they can heal you."
Although Karl Gustafsson did not understand why a duel required assistants, he knew perfectly well that if things continued like this, he really would need treatment from a healer.
He made his decision at once and hurriedly asked Vizet again, "Mr. Lovegood, are you planning to stand by as you did before, doing nothing while these people hurt us?"
Vizet's tone remained gentle, as though he had not heard the threat in Karl Gustafsson's words. "Mr. Gustafsson, what would you like me to do?"
"I only hope that your experiment can be more convincing..." Karl Gustafsson rolled away awkwardly, narrowly evading another red light. "My God!"
Dumbledore's voice rang out at just the right moment. "Everyone, we have already caused St. Mungo's considerable trouble by occupying it today to observe this unprecedented Ritual Magic."
"Mr. Gustafsson's current behavior may simply be an accident he happened to encounter when he first came into contact with magic.