Anthony took a deep breath and pushed open the office door.
Outside, Michael looked at Terry, who had just finished his consultation, and asked curiously, "So? What did Professor Flitwick say?"
Terry shrugged. "He supported my idea! Isn't that perfectly normal?"
Michael blinked. "So you really want to work for that... whatever publishing house?"
"That publishing house has a name, don't call it whatever!" Terry corrected him seriously. "It's called L Publishing House!"
Chris asked, "Other than approving of your idea, did Professor Flitwick say anything else?"
"He gave me some practical advice." Terry recalled, "For example, I should improve my Potion-making skills. If I want to be competitive in this field, I'll need my own potion formula..."
He shared excitedly, his eyes carrying a hint of longing for the future, until Anthony emerged from the office.
As Anthony passed Michael, Terry looked at him and asked, "Anthony, don't you think Professor Flitwick is really busy? Three batches of Owls flew in while he was giving me advice."
"The packages delivered by three Owls were piled on the floor, so it looked like quite a lot. When I went in, I was stunned for a moment—I thought Christmas had come early and everyone had sent Professor Flitwick gifts."
Anthony did not answer Terry's question. Instead, he looked at Vizet, his expression turning subtle. "Vizet, Michael really wasn't wrong!"
Vizet immediately understood. "Those Owls and packages... were all related to me?"
Chris quickly asked, "What did you find?"
Terry scratched his head. "It wouldn't be strange for that to happen, but what did you see that made you sure those packages were related to Vizet?"
Anthony said, "I saw the emblems of various Quidditch teams printed on several of the packages."
Chris's eyes widened as he hurriedly asked, "You said you