Vizet glanced at the headline on the front page of The Daily Prophet, then casually read a few lines below it.
[The greatest day in the history of magic... the savior of Squibs... a landmark breakthrough for Squib rights... the mountain is there, and everyone can climb it...]
Just skimming that passage made Vizet's hand tremble around his cutlery.
Because of his Ritual Magic these past few days, Xenophilius had had no choice but to return to the offices of The Quibbler and work overtime.
As a result, Vizet had spent all his time with Luna, taking her out to have fun everywhere, and had actually forgotten to restrain Rita Skeeter—to tell her not to make the report quite so exaggerated.
Terry keenly caught Vizet's movement and immediately understood, setting down The Daily Prophet.
"Vizet, you must have had a hard time these past few days, right? I saw your hand shake. You should eat dinner first!"
Luna seemed to realize what Vizet was thinking. She merely smiled, her eyes curving, and placed a piece of roast meat on his plate. "Yes, dinner should come first."
Seeing this, the other dormmates found it awkward to ask any more questions.
While Vizet was eating dinner, Michael Corner looked at Anthony. "Anthony, what you said earlier—'they really won't appear again'..."
There was confusion in his voice. "What exactly did you mean by the things those Pure-blood Families did to Squibs?"
"I meant exactly what I said—they really won't appear again." Anthony shrugged. "Do you need me to put it more bluntly?"
"Or you could try..." he suggested, "using your imagination first. Think in the darkest direction possible."
"The darkest direction?" Michael frowned, then his face suddenly changed. "Don't tell me they just... Avada Kedavra'd them?"
"What else?" Anthony spoke calmly, as though