"You really mustn't say that!" Vizet waved his hand as he spoke to Ron. "Being able to witness the complete Manifestitch Timoris was truly eye-opening. I feel very honored."
"I was actually just messing around..." Ron's ears instantly turned red, and it quickly spread until they were the same color as his hair.
"If you hadn't reminded me, I would've thought at most that something was wrong with me... I wouldn't have known this was an ancient magic."
"As for learning the Manifestitch Timoris..." Vizet stood up and said, "you really do need to be careful."
"Since it counts as Transfiguration... perhaps you could try asking Professor McGonagall and hear her advice."
As he stood up, Baby Thunderbird also left his shoulder and began flying happily around the Empty Classroom.
Seeing Vizet turn as if to leave the Empty Classroom, Hermione opened her mouth, very much wanting to say something.
Although she had never said it to anyone, in her heart, she had always regarded Vizet as a rival, as a goal she wanted to surpass;
Only now, she had no choice but to admit one thing: Vizet had already left her far, far behind, pulling a great distance away from her;
Perhaps it could be put this way—she could feel the gap between the two of them now...
It was no longer a matter of "raising her head and looking forward" to see Vizet's "figure," but of having to "tilt her head up and look above" before she could see Vizet's "back."
Hermione had also noticed something else. After Vizet's guidance, Harry had changed too;
Although Harry would still complain with Ron about having too much homework, and would still stand together with Ron in front of her, looking at her pitifully, hoping to borrow her class notes;