Where Did Vizet Go?

Devon, and the Ottery St Catchpole, located within it, enjoys a relatively mild climate even in late November, with only occasional cold winds and rain.

In comparison, the Scottish Highlands are much colder, especially in the early morning when the chill is making its final assault before the sun rises.

The Ravenclaw Tower is very tall, and a chilly wind wafts back and forth, whistling and occasionally slapping against the windows, trying to buy time for the cold to strike.

Luna curled up and woke up from her deep sleep with a sob.

She pulled her feet, which were sticking out of the blanket, back inside and stretched her body in a very leisurely manner.

With the warmth of the blankets, her feet, which had cooled down, warmed up again, and she became a bit more awake than before.

Her eyelids twitched slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled as well.

"Hmm..."

Luna yawned deeply, seemingly sensing something strange. She rolled over, rubbed her eyes, and then slowly opened them, her eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment.

"Disappeared?"

"Is it like quicksand? What should I do then?"

She murmured softly, then closed her eyes to savor the moment.

"Perhaps... I should do nothing... so that I can dream..."

Her voice was much lower, like an ethereal murmur.

As she gradually let her mind wander, the "whooshing" sound outside the window became the prelude to a piece of music, leading her to feel that unique sense of falling.

"This feels interesting... but I should get up."

The school was much colder than home, so Xenophilius prepared thicker clothes than he did at home.

Amica Miller, who was sleeping next door, also woke up and asked in a groggy voice, "Luna... are you going to the greenhouse again...?"

Luna leaned closer and whispered, "Yes! Good morning!"

"Good morning..." Amica Miller seemed to hear a lullaby and drifted off to sleep again.

Luna wakes up very early every day, a habit she brought from home to school.

After freshening up in the restroom, she walked briskly downstairs. The Common Room was quiet.

Looking around, only a few students were slumped over their desks, each with a book under their head. The pages of the books were stained with glistening marks, blurring the words.

"He seems to have overslept too..."

Luna walked to the window and looked out at the dark Forbidden Forest.

She would turn her head every now and then to look at the stairwell on the other side, and wait quietly.

As flocks of birds flew out of the Forbidden Forest, the Thestral also became active.

Every now and then, like fish leaping out of the water, they would leap high out of the Forbidden Forest and then quickly dive back in.

That unique feeling of falling still lingers. When Luna is in the greenhouse, she sometimes lets her mind wander and experiences this unique feeling.

Hanna noticed Luna's occasional dazed expression and asked with some concern, "What's wrong? You seem... a little different than usual?"

Hearing Hanna's voice, Luna opened her eyes. "I feel like Fudi Bat... flying in the dark."

"Fudi Bat?" Hanna asked, somewhat puzzled. "Is it... a Magical creature?"

Luna smiled and described it softly, "It looks like a cloak... very light... like a dandelion, it can go wherever it wants..."

Neville is also a frequent visitor to the greenhouse and has a great fondness for various herbs.

While helping to care for the Magical Plants in the greenhouse, he would occasionally ponder a question—would I be better off joining Hufflepuff? I feel like I prefer taking care of them.

Neville put down the watering can and asked, "Speaking of which... where did Wizet go?"

"You guys usually come here together..." His face showed some worry.

"Did something happen? I heard from Colin that the person who attacked Filch the cat has reappeared!"

"It happened again!" Hanna instinctively wanted to cover her mouth, but then remembered what she had just touched and quickly pulled her hand away. "What happened?"

Neville scratched his head. "Anyway, Headmaster Dumbledore went over too, seemingly to find out what was going on. I overheard a bit when I passed by them..."

"It seems that... that person was actually just playing a prank, not an Heir. He targeted Colin to sabotage Colin's camera."

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Luna seemed to be thinking about something after listening to their conversation. "Did he just go to see Colin?"

"Yes!" Neville scratched his head, trying to recall the scene. "Headmaster Dumbledore brought the camera too... but it definitely looked broken."

"If it's just a prank... then Wizet should be alright, right?" Hanna's expression also turned worried. "Luna, why don't we go look for her together?"

"I want to help too!" Neville said quickly. "Wizet has helped me so much, he absolutely can't get hurt!"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine..." Luna reassured the two. "Let's go check on him!"

Neville and Hanna asked in unison, "Do you know where Wizet is?"

"He should rest in the Hospital Wing," Luna nodded. "Even if Fudi Bat can fly with the wind, they still need to rest..."

After saying goodbye to Professor Sprout, the three of them immediately headed to the Hospital Wing.

Madam Pomfrey stood beside Harry's bedside, examining Harry arm. "You look good... Try it on yourself again, does it feel uncomfortable?"

Harry nodded, first carefully bending his arm, then slowly throwing a punch, and shaking his hand. "I should be all better now, can I be discharged?"

Madam Pomfrey brought over a bowl of porridge. "Have some breakfast first, then you can leave. If you feel unwell during this time, remember to come to the Hospital Wing anytime."

Luna gave a slight bow and said, "Madam Pomfrey, we've come to visit Wizet."

"How did you know he was here?" Madam Pomfrey, somewhat puzzled, but she didn't dwell on it too much and pointed Luna in the right direction.

"He's right there. It's probably just his old problem from overwork... Since you're his friends, remember to tell him to get some rest."

"I will remind him..." Luna gently parted the curtain and saw Wizet lying on the hospital bed.

Seeing the calm expression on Wizet's face, Neville stepped forward.

He cautiously extended his finger and tentatively poked Wizet's arm before letting out a sigh of relief, "It's still soft!"

"Then it's just overwork." Hanna breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Neville's words, and added, "Thank goodness it's just overwork."

With Colin's case as an example, they feared that Wizet was the real victim, which is why she appeared at the Hospital Wing.

Just then, Wizet slowly opened her eyes, looked at them, and said, "Good morning!"

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Luna blinked. "Madam Pomfrey asked me to keep an eye on you and make sure you get enough rest."