"You're so heartless!" Fred and George shouted in unison. "Are you trying to..."
Before they could finish, they saw Harry and Ron blinking wildly at them, as though dust had gotten into their eyes, frantically signaling them.
Sensing the warning in their gestures, they decisively let go and shut up.
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George stared wide-eyed at one another, engaging in a fierce, silent battle of glances.
At that moment, the four of them were worried about more or less the same thing.
Fred and George's actions just now had been far too obvious. If Wizet noticed anything amiss, all it would take was a little thought for him to realize that they had been following him.
Whether it was a big deal or not depended on the circumstances, but once the tailing had been discovered, there was no avoiding the awkwardness.
However, Wizet's mind was elsewhere, so he had not actually noticed Fred and George's performance.
Wizet focused on the mirror, staring absently at the red mark on his neck in the reflection.
Whenever he looked at that red mark, he remembered the cheerful playfulness of that afternoon. His cheeks could not help but grow hot, as if a steaming hot wet towel had been pressed against them.
He also thought of Luna. When he had played with Luna, he had targeted the same spot too...
Luna probably had a similar mark on her neck as well.
The air seemed to freeze for several seconds. Neville noticed it and asked in confusion, "Why did you all suddenly stop talking?"
"Wizet, could you have been bitten in the village?" he asked, looking at the red mark on Wizet's neck. "I don't think that mark was there when we came back."
"This is a wizarding settlement. Apart from ordinary