"Vizet, what happened to Ron's Wand?" Harry asked nervously. "Why would Acromantulas attack Ron?"
Vizet waved his Wand and casually Transfigured a complete set of chairs and a table for receiving guests.
"Let's sit and talk!" he said, inviting Harry and the other two to take their seats. "I think the main reason was... Ron cast a very ancient kind of magic."
Hermione watched Vizet's spellcasting and pressed her lips together like Professor McGonagall.
"Me? Cast a very ancient kind of magic?" Ron blinked. "But I didn't say an incantation. At most, I just waved my Wand... does that count as casting magic too?"
"You did say an incantation, actually..." Vizet said. "Sometimes incantations aren't that complicated... Some songs, for instance, actually count as incantations too."
"When I was at the Hog's Head, I learned that kind of magic from the barman. For example, through a song, you can turn flour, eggs, and butter into delicious bread."
Harry and the other two looked at one another, and each could see surprise in the others' eyes;
It was not that they were surprised Vizet knew everything, but that they had never expected the owner of the Hog's Head... to actually know how to bake bread;
At least in the three of them's impression, apart from being dirty and chaotic, the Hog's Head's owner did not have a very good reputation either.
"Oh! I think I remember now!" Ron said in sudden realization. "When I was little, Mum used to sing while making dinner for us..."
"Do you remember that spell I used before? 'Daisy, sweet cream, and sunshine, turn this stupid fat rat yellow'... It seems like the same sort of magic."
"I remember!" Harry nodded repeatedly. "That was when we first met. You wanted to cast it on Scabbers... Though