Dancing on the ground and dancing in the air were two entirely different experiences.
When Wizet and Luna danced together in midair with the Flight Charm, they truly felt as though they had become butterflies, fluttering up and down across a far broader stage.
Even as Wizet left the Mystic Corridor and made his way to Snape's office, he still felt somewhat reluctant for it to end, his steps lighter than usual.
When he reached the first floor, he ran into Filch in the corridor.
Filch was still holding Mrs Norris in his arms. He greeted Wizet with a smile. "Wizet, did something good happen today?"
"Yes, Mr Filch." Wizet smiled as well. "A wish I had before was finally fulfilled today."
Filch sighed with utter sincerity, "Oh! That's wonderful!"
Wizet asked, "Mr Filch, the thing I asked you to carry with you before..."
Before he could finish, Filch eagerly took over, "It's right here!"
He reached into his robes and took out an exquisite dragon-hide pouch, within which was an equally exquisite wooden case.
"I've been carrying it with me exactly as you said!" He opened the wooden case, revealing a cylindrical object resting on its velvet lining.
The cylindrical object resembled a syringe, with a scale marked from one to five.
"No matter what I'm doing, I always bring it with me." He pulled his robes open slightly, revealing a pocket sewn into the lining.
Pointing at the pocket's stitching, he said, "Look! I even sewed in a pocket specifically for it, so it definitely won't get lost!"
"Wizet..." Filch took the cylindrical object from the wooden case, his voice carrying a trace of confusion and shame. "I don't know why, but my progress has always been slower than Arabella's."
He held the object upright and pointed at