On the night Wizet returned home, Dobby prepared a lavish dinner.
Dobby had specially baked a rabbit pie for Wizet. It was a dish he had learned from Mrs. Weasley; supposedly, eating rabbit pie would let one nimbly escape illness like a rabbit.
Perhaps he had been busy studying cases and devising treatment plans these past few days, or perhaps it was simply because he was home, but drowsiness washed over Wizet the moment he touched the bed.
He woke rather late the next day as well. While his mind was still hazy, he felt the blanket covering his entire body.
He raised a hand and brushed over the soft blanket, genuinely unable to remember whether he had tucked himself in with it.
By the time Wizet washed up and came downstairs, Luna was busy in the little garden, while Xenophilius Lovegood had gone out to the publishing house.
"Wizet, sit down quickly!" Dobby had probably started preparing breakfast the moment he heard footsteps.
Wizet had barely taken a sip of warm milk when Dobby finished preparing breakfast and efficiently carried the plates over to the table.
The breakfast Dobby had prepared was quite plentiful. Besides the usual sausages, bacon, toast, and fried eggs, there were roasted mushrooms, baked beans, fried potato wedges, and black pudding.
Black pudding was actually a kind of blood sausage made from pig's blood, lard, oats, and spices. It was another dish Dobby had learned from Mrs. Weasley;
It was said to be especially suitable for replenishing nutrients—in other words, a recovery meal.
Although black pudding was mainly made with pig's blood and lard, with the help of spices, Wizet could not taste any unpleasant flavor at all.
A House-elf's cooking skills were beyond question. The seared black pudding had a crisp outer layer, while