The next day, Wizet and the others left Pierre Bonaccord Village.
Using a Portkey purchased from R.A.P.I.N. (National Alchemy Instant Transport Network), they arrived in Lyon, in the Rhône-Alpes region.
They had only just found a restaurant to rest in when Wizet seemed to notice something and swept his wand around the area.
Watching Wizet's movements, Frank Longbottom frowned and asked, "Wizet, could someone... really be following us?"
"Huh?" Ron and the others all widened their eyes, their faces full of confusion as they still had no idea what was happening.
Before they could finish speaking, several people walked into the restaurant.
These people were dressed perfectly normally, no different from ordinary Muggles, yet sharp, piercing whistles sounded from their bodies, making them seem rather out of place in the restaurant.
"Did you hear those whistles..." Alice Longbottom explained. "That's the warning sound a Sneakoscope makes."
A waiter had already approached them. "Gentlemen, what would you like to drink?"
Confused expressions appeared on those people's faces. After lightly shaking their heads, they left the restaurant together.
Ron and the others' eyes widened even further as they all asked curiously, "What was that about?"
"I'm afraid we ran into colleagues..." Xenophilius shrugged. "Those people were probably reporters."
"Just a Confundus Charm..." Wizet said with a smile. "Mr. Lovegood's judgment was spot-on. Once those reporters saw that we weren't here, naturally they had to look elsewhere for us."
"So this is what it feels like to be famous?" Ron's voice became a little dreamy. "We'd only just left that village, and someone was already following us..."
"Fortunately, we have one experienced celebrity among us, or we wouldn't have reacted so quickly..." George grinned. "Wizet, wouldn't you say?"
"Wizet, tell us honestly..." Fred's lips curled with amusement. "Professor Moody told us back then