"A lady?" Vizet's dormmates repeated, glancing at the color of the envelope. "Oh! A pink envelope!"
"Vizet, hurry up and see what it says!" his dormmates said urgently, as if they cared more about the contents of the letter than Vizet did.
Vizet unfolded the letter and soon found the sender's signature. Roger Davies hadn't been wrong—this letter really had come from a lady.
Michael Corner read aloud from the letter, "Your superb skill and cool judgment moved me deeply!"
Chris Moen continued with the next line, "Whenever I see you soaring through a match like an eagle, I feel incredibly inspired."
Anthony Goldstein added another, "With a player like you on the pitch, Quidditch becomes even more exciting!"
"Ahem, ahem..." Vizet had already finished reading the letter. He coughed lightly a few times, folded it up, and stuffed it back into the pink envelope.
His dormmates protested at once. "Vizet, slow down! We haven't finished reading it yet!"
The letter's contents were actually very simple: a Quidditch enthusiast expressing rather exaggerated admiration for Vizet.
Seeing this, Roger Davies couldn't help laughing a few times. He reminded him, "Vizet, you'd better go downstairs and take a look quickly."
"In a little while, more people will probably want to go out. When they see all those anonymous parcels, they're definitely going to wonder who they're for..."
"That's true..." Vizet nodded and casually stuffed the letter into his pocket.
His dormmates hurriedly stopped him. "Vizet, wait a second!"
"We'll help you tidy up later!" they promised, patting their chests, then looked at the gift box that still hadn't been opened. "Let's see what's inside this first."
"All right..." Vizet opened the gift box and saw a candy box inside.
He drew the candy box out. Its outer packaging was extremely exquisite. The