Just as Wizet had said, the "education inspectors" indeed bought quite a few magical snacks.
Samuel Drake, an expert in the field of occult studies, was particularly interested in Chocolate Frog cards and raised many related questions in the compartment.
Fortunately, Wizet had already researched these questions and answered each of them calmly.
Upon learning this, Hermione and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions relaxing—this showed that Wizet's judgment had been correct. They did not need to worry too much and only needed to live and study at their usual pace.
Although these "education inspectors" had an intimidating title, they were not actually that difficult to get along with. They had not come to issue any kind of educational decree; they truly had come only to learn about Hogwarts.
As the night spread completely like a black curtain, the Hogwarts Express pulled into the station.
Wizet finally found an opportunity to get off the train with Luna.
A biting cold wind howled past, making the "education inspectors" behind them shiver.
One of the "education inspectors" breathed a puff of white mist into his palms, then rubbed his hands together repeatedly, seemingly trying to warm himself that way.
Wizet said gently, "Everyone, if you don't mind, I can cast a little magic for you so you won't feel cold."
Hearing Wizet say this, the "education inspectors" exchanged glances. Their looks were complicated, carrying not only a trace of wariness, but also some curiosity and anticipation.
Their experience aboard the Hogwarts Express had shown them that the gap between themselves and wizards did not seem so vast after all.
These wizards who attended magical school also discussed where they had gone during the summer holidays, and they also found their friends' parchment and finished the homework they had