Wizet glanced at the time and saw that it was not yet five o'clock.
He let out a long breath and looked at Fred and the others. "Looks like everyone's well-rested? Full of energy now?"
Fred rolled up his sleeves, revealing his solid muscles. "Of course! Never been better!"
George made the same gesture. "Look at us! I feel like we could take on a dragon!"
"I could too!" Harry added. Fred and George might have been speaking figuratively, but he had genuinely fought a dragon before.
Hermione was still trying to tame her messy brown hair, wielding her comb as though it were a torch for driving back Devil's Snare. "Wizet, what's the plan?"
Her words came out in a rapid-fire stream. "Have you contacted them? Has Headmaster Dumbledore sent any news? What's your plan? What exactly are we going to do?"
The common room suddenly fell silent. Everyone, including Fred and George, watched Wizet intently. The last two questions Hermione had asked were also the matters they cared about most.
"That's exactly what I'm going to tell you!" Wizet rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping across every face.
"The operation will take place from eight to nine in the morning," he said, his voice steady and clear. "That is, during the Muggle commuting rush hour."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hermione and the others instinctively drew in a breath.
"Merlin's red underpants!" Fred and George's faces lit up with excitement. "Starting the operation when there are so many people around? That scene! I have to see it!"
"Eight to nine in the morning?" Hermione looked hesitant. "But what about the International Statute of Secrecy... Wizet, why choose that time?"
Wizet prompted, "Because our enemies are in the shadows, and we don't know what they're planning."
"So