Dear Luna, Dear Mr. Lovegood:
It was only in the past few days that I learned Halloween wasn't merely a holiday for Muggles to celebrate—it was also the New Year of the Ancient Celts.
It was said that on the day before Halloween, which happened to be the day I was writing this letter, the boundary between life and death would grow blurred, and Death and Ghosts would come to this world.
I thought that had to be a rumor. After all, Hogwarts had quite a few Ghosts... like The Grey Lady of Ravenclaw.
Unlike Hufflepuff's talkative Fat Friar, The Grey Lady was much quieter. Her knowledge was incredibly vast, and she occasionally even guided students with their homework.
Oh, right! Fred and George from the Weasley family also told me that something always happened on Halloween. To be honest, I was looking forward to it a little.
If I really encountered some sort of adventure today, I would write it into a story and submit it to The Quibbler. I hoped Mr. Lovegood wouldn't dislike my manuscript.
I hope you have a happy Halloween.
Vizet Lovegood
Watching Thor fly away with the letter in his beak, Vizet stood up and stretched.
While writing the letter, he realized that he had already been at Hogwarts for two months.
Those two months had been incredibly fulfilling. Aside from his regular classes from Monday to Friday, he also had Quidditch training on Tuesdays and private lessons with two professors on weekends.
In a certain sense, Quirrell and Snape were rather alike.
Vizet could always sense the talent within both professors during their private lessons.
Quirrell had abundant theoretical knowledge, and his tone was gentle when he lectured;
Any doubts Vizet encountered along the way would always receive patient answers from him.