"Take part in it and become part of the Ritual Magic?"
What Wizet had just described was clearly far beyond Oliver Wood's understanding, and he instinctively swallowed.
"That's right!" Wizet said as he flipped through the magazines in search of clues, offering Wood a simple explanation. "You can think of Ritual Magic as a prank."
"A prank?" Wood's eyelid twitched. He simply could not connect those two words. "Are they... related?"
Wizet placed the magazine in his hand on the desk and picked up another one. "Wood, you know Canary Creams, right?"
"Of course I do!" Wood immediately nodded, clenching his teeth so hard they almost made a faint grinding sound. "It's not just me who remembers Canary Creams. A lot of people remember those biscuits!"
He still remembered the first time he had eaten a Canary Cream vividly.
At the time, he had made Quidditch training plans for the two of them. To get out of training, they had deliberately buttered him up, pulled out Canary Creams, and coaxed him into eating one. They had only laughed and run off after watching him turn into a canary.
Wizet turned to look at Wood. Seeing the furious expression on his face, he could not help but shake his head with a smile. "Looks like those Canary Creams are pretty famous..."
"Of course they are!" Wood nodded fiercely. "How could anyone forget them?"
"Let's imagine a situation..." Wizet said. "If Fred and George gave you a biscuit and asked you to help them pull off a prank, would you agree?"
"If it was to feed that biscuit to Flint, I'd be more than happy to..." Wood rubbed his chin and considered it seriously. "As long as it was before a Quidditch match."
Wizet switched to another magazine, his eyes carefully scanning