Whispers Reappeared

Seeing the students reach for the candy, Dumbledore added, "Don't worry, the candy is from last year, because last year's candy has all been eaten properly..."

Madam Pomfrey looked ahead, her eyebrows raised high, her gaze extremely sharp.

Dumbledore seemed to sense something, he coughed lightly, and said calmly, "The same goes for this year... the remaining candy will be eaten properly..."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly and murmured softly, "Albus, you still need to be realistic about your abilities..."

Dumbledore seemed to hear her and raised his hand to wave gently.

Snape crossed his arms, his eyes full of mockery, as if to say, "I'll show you what bitter medicine is."

As the students left the Great Hall, Colin Creevey went against the flow and went to the Teachers' Table.

Holding up his Polaroid camera, he asked with a mixture of excitement and timidity, "Professor... Principal... may I take a picture of you?"

"This Potions is certainly interesting." Dumbledore looked toward the entrance to the Great Hall. Fred and George made a face, then broke into a bright smile.

He seemed to understand something, nodded, and squatted down. "How do you plan to take the photos? Are you planning to take a group photo?"

"The camera, what a wonderful invention. Why don't I give it a try? My hand is a little longer than yours..."

Colin trembled, clearly not expecting Dumbledore to be so easygoing, and stammered as he began to explain.

"Headmaster Dumbledore ... this is the shutter... this is the lens... then press... press it down..."

As Wizet and Luna left the Great Hall with the group, they encountered the Weasley twins making faces. "Aren't you going back?"

Fred grinned and said, "We'll have to wait a bit longer. The idea of 'leveraging trends' is fantastic!"

George looked at Colin, who was taking pictures, and said, "Using Dumbledore for publicity? I can already see Gold Galleon waving at us!"

Luna asked with some curiosity, "Leveraging a trend for marketing?"

Fred nodded. "Yes! This method is described in a Muggle book, and we're putting it into practice!"

"Mr. Weasley. Arthur Weasley really loves Muggle. He even reads books about them. It's truly admirable," Wizet said sincerely.

"Dad does like Muggle, but he prefers studying Muggle everyday items," George explained. "As for that book... it's Dark Magic Items that Dad confiscated..."

Wizet continued, "Dark Magic Items? Is it cursed?"

"There's no curse..." Fred waved his hand. "According to Dad, someone tampered with the book and added some Belladonna Potions powder."

"Belladonna Potions powder?" Wizet raised an eyebrow. "It has some hallucinogenic properties... Is it for a prank?"

"Yes! Some wizards like this kind of thing." George nodded. "They buy some books that Muggle find interesting and then mix Potions into them."

Fred said, "When Muggle buy books and read them at home, they may experience hallucinations and all sorts of daydreams due to inhaling these Potions."

"Like that book about 'leveraging marketing,' its previous owner... apparently had a dream about getting rich... dreaming that he met with the Prime Minister of England..."

"At this time, wizards would appear at the Muggle's window and just lie there watching... They enjoyed seeing Muggle daydreaming."

Wizet frowned and said, "That's disgusting!"

"Who can argue with that?" George nodded in agreement. "A wizard with ambition should play pranks on other wizards! What kind of skill is it to bully Muggle!"

Fred added, "That's when Dad comes in! He'll send these guys to Azkaban, lock them up for a few days, and they'll be quiet for at least half a year."

George corrected, "That depends on who it is... Remember that Mundungus Fletcher? He's never one to stay put."

"He's a repeat offender, Dad's arrested him so many times!" Fred agreed. "Maybe he just likes Dementor and wants to come 'home' every now and then."

Suddenly, a cold voice, barely audible, appeared.

"Hungry... so much... blood... flesh... hungry... hungry..."

Wizet looked up abruptly, her brows furrowed as she gazed into the distance.

Although the voice was extremely faint, its cold and malicious tone felt incredibly familiar to him.

Luna noticed the change in Wizet's expression and immediately asked, "Wizet, what's wrong?"

"I heard strange noises." Wizet reached into his pocket and pulled out the Marauder's Map.

He drew his wand and tapped it on the Marauder's Map, declaring, "I solemnly swear I will not do anything good!"

Based on the location where the sound had just been heard, Wizet searched the Marauder's Map but found nothing.

The direction from which the cold, malicious voice came clearly did not contain any names.

In addition, the corridor that everyone had to take to return to their dormitories was packed with people, appearing as a dark mass on the map.

Wizet reverted to her Marauder's Map disguise. "Mischief Managed!"

He put the Marauder's Marauder's Map back into his pocket, pressed his wand against his temple, and began to review his memories.

In his memory, he heard that cold, vicious voice again, "Something's not right... I'm sure I didn't mishear..."

"What did you hear?" Fred and George asked quickly, having also noticed Wizet's unusual behavior.

Luna asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I just heard a strange sound." Wizet waved his hand. "I'll go find the professors."

At that moment, Colin ran towards Fred and the others, camera in hand, "I took a picture! And it was Headmaster Dumbledore himself who took it for me..."

Wizet sidestepped Colin and ran quickly toward the Teachers' Table.

The professors who were about to leave stopped in their tracks. Filius Flitwick noticed Wizet's serious expression. "Wizet, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No one knows more about medicine than me! Let me see how you... Oh!" Lockhart took out his wand, seemingly wanting to pluck a flower, but unexpectedly dropped it to the ground.

Snape smirked, a natural... mockery appearing on his face.

"Episkey!" Wizet breathed a sigh of relief and cast a Healing magic on herself to aid her recovery.

He tried to keep his voice calm so he could speak clearly, "Professor Flitwick, I heard a strange sound in that direction."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Snape.

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, concealing the smile that had appeared because of Coolick.

The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard outside the Great Hall Great Hall as Penelope, Percy, and the other Prefect returned...