After Vizet explained it all, Draco's expression eased, as if he were thinking something over.
"It's getting late." Vizet looked at the sun outside the window. "It's already lunchtime..."
"The weather's rarely this good. You could actually try thinking about these things while getting some sun."
"The sun?" Draco walked to the window and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked into the sky.
Only after Harry had closed the doors of the freestanding bookcase did Draco lower his head, raising the Wand in his hand thoughtfully.
The Christmas holiday was almost over, and quite a few students, having enjoyed the freedom of the castle, only now remembered that holiday homework existed.
The Gryffindor students in particular took advantage of Professor McGonagall not having arrived at the Great Hall yet, darting back and forth through the hall as they tried to borrow other students' homework for a bit of "reference."
Naturally, some students asked Vizet too, but they all knew what Vizet was like, so they only asked which books could be used for reference.
Some students even kept watch at the entrance to the Great Hall. The moment they spotted Professor McGonagall or a Tabby Cat, they would eat a Pepper Imp and shoot flames from their noses as a warning.
After lunch, Vizet and Luna did not return to the Common Room, but left Hogwarts Castle together.
The sun hung high in the azure sky, its golden light warm and brilliant, making the white snow on the ground look especially pure.
Baby Thunderbird circled in midair a few times, then flapped his wings and flew toward Hagrid's Hut, probably wanting to play with Fang.
Following Baby Thunderbird's figure, Vizet and Luna looked toward the distant mountains. Set off by the sunlight, the snow-covered peaks looked even more