As Vizet shared his thoughts, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff naturally found them deeply gratifying, the corners of their lips curling upward.
Wanting to hear others praise oneself was perfectly normal.
What they truly needed, however, was not hollow flattery, but heartfelt admiration—like that which Vizet was giving them now.
They could both clearly sense that Vizet's praise was entirely sincere. In particular, the sparkle in his eyes showed just how highly he regarded their Alchemy.
The fact that Vizet could not only fully understand the Alchemy they had developed together, but also explain it through the magical knowledge he possessed, further demonstrated his own exceptional abilities.
Seeing that the Guardian who had taken up the mission was so outstanding left them with not only joy, but also a measure of comfort.
"Very good!" Rowena Ravenclaw nodded. She drew a deep breath and composed her expression once more.
She brought up the Isaiah Society again. "Vizet, while it is indeed remarkable that you were able to achieve victory, I must warn you: never let your guard down around the Isaiah Society!"
"Rowena is right!" Helga Hufflepuff nodded in agreement, a trace of concern appearing on her gentle face. "A Guardian is very special. Passing on that legacy is no easy matter!"
"The Isaiah Society is an exceedingly cunning organization. It is like Venomous Tentacula in a swamp—no matter how many times you cut it down, it will swiftly return, using the most despicable methods to continue dealing with you!"
Rowena Ravenclaw's voice turned cold. "That's right! The Isaiah Society is a terrifying organization. Its members are scattered across the world, and they are despicable, cunning, and utterly without principles!"
"They are like a group of unkillable ghosts. They even infiltrated the Muggle courts of that era. You may think you