Seeing Wizet point his wand at the trophy, not only Karkaroff but students from every magical school began to stir restlessly.
The sight of Wizet parting the Black Lake had left far too deep an impression on them.
The key was that Wizet had not seemed to do much at the time. He had not used any particularly complicated casting technique, yet the Black Lake had followed the path of his wand, splitting in two as though curtains were being drawn aside.
The moment Wizet lowered his wand, quite a few spectators, Karkaroff included, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Looks like Lovegood will have to wait..." Ludo Bagman said with some regret. "He needs the other Champions' help before he can successfully lift the trophy."
After confirming that the trophy had not been tampered with and that the Portkey spell inside contained no transfer point—meaning it would take them directly to the champions' podium once the conditions were met—Wizet stopped dwelling on it and conjured an armchair to sit down in.
He took the metal plate from his pocket and began studying the Dark Mark stored within it once more.
At that moment, Wizet looked like a student studying alone in a library, carrying an indescribable air of calm leisure.
"Why does it feel like..." Terry Boot, who usually enjoyed reading comics, did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Wizet is drawn in a completely different style from the other Champions?"
Michael Corner looked at the screen showing the scenes below, then at the one displaying Wizet, and nodded in wholehearted agreement. "That really is true, but I'm not surprised in the slightest!"
When the Champions from the various magical schools noticed the change in their surroundings, they each used their own methods to contact their companions and