The Heir Appears

As Fred and George said, they knew Hufflepuff all too well.

After a few Chocolate Frog Cards, Hanna and Neville got into the swing of things, much better than they had been at the beginning, barely meeting Fred and George's expectations.

After making another case of Coolick, the group sat in a circle around the round table. After taking a sip of Coolick, a blush appeared on their faces.

"I want to introduce this to my great-uncle..." Hanna shook the Coolick bottle. "I think he would like it."

Fred asked curiously, "Great-uncle?"

Hanna nodded. "Yes... have you considered... selling Coolick outside of school?"

"Sell them outside the school?" Fred and George's eyes lit up.

Fred quickly asked, "Do you have connections? Can you promote this to more people...?"

George chimed in, understanding, "Then we can earn even more Gold Galleon!"

"Yes! I can guarantee it with my Hufflepuff eye!" Hanna's face flushed red. "Buying the Leaky Cauldron ... will be a hit!"

"Leaky Cauldron?" Wizet murmured. "Could it be... Mr. Tom?"

"It's Old Tom!" Fred exclaimed, his eyes wide. "That hairstyle..."

George glanced at Hanna's thick blonde hair. "If you hadn't said anything... who would have guessed?"

Wizet nodded silently. The patrons of the Leaky Cauldron called the owner "Tom" or "Old Tom." Little did he know that Tom was actually Hanna's great-uncle.

George's curiosity burned brightly. "Neville, what about you? Do you have any particularly powerful relatives?"

Fred immediately gave an example, "Or some hidden special identity? Like Wizet... probably the youngest Potions in all of England,"

Hanna exclaimed in surprise, "Wizet, you're... already Potions? I thought..."

"Otherwise, how could we make Coolick?" George chuckled, then burped. "This is in accordance with the Ministry of Magic's laws..."

Neville scratched his head, a hint of pride on his face. "My mom and dad! They were both brave Auror!"

Fred whistled. "Cool! Auror! That's an elite wizard, the most powerful wizard!"

"Auror ... Longbottom ... Longbottom ..." George stroked his chin. "Neville, are your parents... Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom?"

"Dad seems to have mentioned them!" Fred snapped out of his reverie. "It seems they were badly injured... Are they alright now?"

A flicker of pain crossed Neville's eyes, but he forced a smile. "It's fine."

Just then, Wizet sensed something was amiss. He quickly took out his notebook, found the bookmark inside, and saw a very brief sentence on it.

[Enter the Chamber of Secrets.]

This was Dumbledore's message to him. The "Heir" would not give up easily and launched another operation, triggering the magical alarm left in the abandoned bathroom.

It's finally over!

Wizet felt a vague sense of anticipation: the "Petrification" Spell Command, the final step for the Animagus, and going to the Forbidden Forest with Luna...

He had so many things he wanted to do, but he had to put them on hold for the time being because of the "Heir" lurking in the shadows.

When he stood up, Luna also stood up.

"There will be no danger." Wizet didn't speak, but mouthed, "Headmaster Dumbledore and the others are all here."

Luna nodded, raised her hand, bent her little finger, and waved it at Wizet.

Wizet smiled and made a pinky promise, mouthing, "Don't worry! I'll try to be back soon!"

Luna mouthed the same thing. "Madam Pomfrey also asked me to keep an eye on you!"

"Understood!" Wizet continued mouthing, "I definitely won't go to the Hospital Wing ...at least not me."

Luna nodded emphatically, clenching her fist in a gesture of encouragement.

Watching Wizet's retreating figure, Fred protested, "Can't you guys talk? You're making me so anxious... What did you say?"

George chimed in, "I think we need Snape's help right now. We need some gentian and honeysuckle... Hanna, Neville, do you want some?"

"Why are we eating these?" Neville scratched his head. "Gentiana... is it the flu and fever? Can we catch a cold from drinking Coolick?"

Luna couldn't help but chuckle, a beautiful smile curving her lips.

Fred's expression was strange. "That way of saying it sounds so familiar... Are you copying Wizet?"

Neville nodded and honestly explained, "Wizet told me to use Herbology to understand other magic."

"So I memorized a lot of things, and I found them... quite useful. I feel like I'm learning much faster than before... except for Potions Class."

Hanna agreed, saying, "I think so too..."

Wizet left the Mystic Corridor and hurried toward the abandoned washroom.

A Tabby Cat appeared beside him and quickly transformed into Professor McGonagall's appearance.

They hurried down the corridor, Filch's menacing voice echoing around them, "What are you doing here? Let me see... which School Rules have you broken!"

Several students cried out in alarm, "Filch is coming! Let's run!"

Clearly, this was Dumbledore's arrangement, to have Filch disperse the students on this path and avoid attracting more attention.

They made no trouble along the way and soon entered the abandoned washroom, Dumbledore was already standing in front of the sink.

In front of him floated a notebook made of golden powder, likely a manifestation effect of Tracking Spell.

"Albus, are we really going to take Wizet with us?" Professor McGonagall asked with some concern. "The Basilisk is far too dangerous, at least for a student!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, causing the golden powder to vanish. "Minerva, you should remember last school year... that Transfiguration before the Christmas holidays..."

Professor McGonagall immediately asked, "You can Transfiguration into Devil's Snare in human form and gain Devil's Snare's perception abilities?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall." Wizet. "I will not meet the Basilisk's gaze directly...and I have my reasons for having to face it."

"We can add some protection...like a pair of glasses?" Dumbledore handed over a pair of Half-moon Spectacles. "That would make us even safer."

Wizet put on her glasses and subconsciously pushed up the frames. "The water flowing out here... Mrs. Norris saw the Basilisk in the water... so it was petrified..."

"See!" Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall. "With a pair of glasses, we won't need a coffin, but a Mandrake Restorative Draught."

Wizet walked to the sink, quickly found the faucet marked with a snake, and hissed, "Turn it on!"

The sink has disappeared, replaced by a large, protruding pipe...