"I thought it was already extinct..." Mrs. Granger's tone was rather complicated. "I never expected... never expected... it to be the... magical creature you mentioned?"
"Diricawls are magical creatures, of course!" Hagrid grinned. "These little fellows are incredibly clever! Whenever they encounter danger, they vanish from the spot with a 'pop' and reappear somewhere safe!"
"They're especially smart too! Look, Wizet, Luna, and I get along well with them. As long as we call their names, they show up right away. Sometimes they even share the food they find with us!"
Fred and George sidled up to Wizet and lowered their voices into strange cries. "Do they really like you that much?"
Fleur Delacour checked the time. "Everyone, shouldn't we get through the security check first, then find somewhere to have a proper chat? I can have the kitchen prepare some snacks too."
"Oh! Right!" Hagrid sprang to his feet and waved his huge hand, ushering everyone along. "You're the stars today! Go on, don't delay the important business!"
The Diricawl had been playing with the little Thunderbird on the table. A gust of wind from Hagrid's swinging arm immediately blew it away.
The little Thunderbird was affected too, but it had the advantage of its body. With a turn, it used its long tail to regain its balance and hovered in midair.
Just as the Diricawl was about to hit the wall, it returned to the table with a pop. It even hopped up and chirped at the little Thunderbird a few times, seemingly sharing what had just happened.
As the group stepped out of the room, they saw Rita Skeeter standing by the door. "Wizet, do you have a moment to chat?"
"Of course!" Wizet nodded, then turned to Luna and the others. "You go on ahead! I'll