"Thank you for your assessment. This conversation isn't something you can take part in yet. Goodbye!"
What had happened in the Room of Requirement had been far too sudden for Harry.
Before he could say anything else, he saw the black-haired witch raise a finger at him as she spoke.
The next moment, a faint glow enveloped his vision.
As the glow faded, the Round Hall vanished, and the surrounding light dimmed.
Harry shook his head hard, tightened his grip on his Wand, and looked around. Only then did he realize that the scene before him was familiar—the enormous room piled high with all sorts of clutter.
"Vizet?" he called tentatively, looking around at the same time, but he saw no sign of Vizet.
His voice echoed through the room, yet he received no response.
Faced with this, Harry frowned and muttered, "I don't know what exactly happened, but with Vizet's magical ability... he definitely... definitely wouldn't be in trouble!"
He scratched his head, recalling the portrait in the Round Hall and the two witches with different hair colors. "They seem so familiar! I must have seen them somewhere."
"Forget it!" After thinking for quite a while, he still could not remember where that familiarity came from. "I'd better go find that Amulet!"
He looked at the mountain-like piles of clutter ahead. "After all, we came into the Room of Requirement for Voldemort's Amulet!"
With that in mind, he took a deep breath and once again used the method Vizet had taught him to sense the Amulet's location.
Once he had pinpointed the Amulet's location again, he pointed his Wand at the ground and began to write.
[Vizet, I'm going to find the Amulet first.]
This was magic he had mastered during the Five Champions Tournament, allowing him