The others clearly understood this as well. They quickly composed themselves and took their places behind Vizet, facing The Master together.
The reason they did not stand beside Vizet was that they worried he might be distracted by them if a battle broke out, giving The Master an opening to exploit.
Baby Thunderbird did not think that much. Although it had long experienced The Master's terror, it still puffed up its feathers, held its head high, and remained on Vizet's arm.
The celebrations and cheers of those present had clearly offended The Master, adding a trace of impatience to his voice. "That Wand of yours..."
Vizet interrupted The Master once more and spoke before he could continue. "Yes, it is exactly as you guessed. The craftsmanship used to make this Wand came from your people."
"That does not sound quite right, though." As if realizing something, he shook his head slightly and furrowed his brow, seemingly weighing his words.
"You are not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as them, so I should say..." He paused, seemingly finding more suitable wording. "The craftsmanship used to make this Wand came from them."
"The material of this Wand seems..." The Master's tone returned to indifference. He did not dwell on Vizet's remark that he was unworthy of comparison with them. "Very special."
Although there was little fluctuation in his voice, the fire in his Eye Sockets trembled repeatedly at an astonishing frequency.
To the others, it was clear that The Master was having trouble suppressing his emotions, which was why he revealed such an abnormality.
At that thought, quite a few students quietly turned their heads, searching for Snape with the corners of their eyes.
Harry was among them. When he saw Snape not far away and met his gaze,