Harry did not answer. He merely frowned and began to think.
It was as though he had finally made up his mind. His expression grew increasingly tragic, and just like Ginny, who had left earlier, he ran off without saying a word.
As though he had thought of something, George called after Harry's retreating back, "Harry! You're running in the wrong direction! Ginny didn't go that way! She really didn't go to the Hospital Wing!"
Hearing that, Harry stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
But as a Seeker, his reflexes and balance were naturally impeccable. He quickly recovered his footing and ran off even faster.
Watching Harry disappear into the distance, George sighed wistfully. "At least in that respect, they really are alike. No wonder they got together."
Fred sighed as well, his brows knotting together. "Then we're in trouble! How are we supposed to save Harry? And our new plan..."
As though something had occurred to him, George's eyes lit up. "How about asking Vizet later? Maybe he can give us some advice?"
"I think that'll be difficult..." Fred rubbed his brow. "He's a Chaser. His judgment has always been first-rate."
"I reckon he'd say..." He cleared his throat and imitated Vizet's tone. "I don't know either. I felt like I should do it, so I did."
"That really does sound like him!" George said, torn between laughter and tears. "That's exactly the sort of answer Vizet would give."
"Maybe he'd also say..." George imitated Vizet's tone as well. "Mostly, I was just lucky. I still have a lot to learn."
"Exactly!" Fred clapped his hands and burst out laughing. "Vizet says things like that all the time! You got his tone just right! Looks like you've been observing him very carefully!"
"Maybe I observed him too carefully.