Malcolm Sharma was not a wizard and could only try his best to catch the key points of the conversation. "An extension of Animagus?"
"The magic that turned snowy weather sunny—so it was a product of this magical research?" After mulling it over, his heart sank. "Since it's magical research, it should be confidential, shouldn't it?"
Since this was secret magical research among wizards, it seemed rather impolite for him to shamelessly remain here.
In fact, his concern was not unfounded.
The student named Draco Malfoy practically had the words "You're not welcome here" written all over his face.
From the moment Malcolm entered until now, Draco Malfoy had not said a word. His arms were folded across his chest, his eyes slightly narrowed, his lips pressed tightly together, looking thoroughly unapproachable.
Wizet smiled gently, affirming Malcolm Sharma's understanding. "Mr. Sharma, you can think of it as a 'product of magical research.'"
"Because there aren't many people involved at present, and we're still researching it in depth, it may seem somewhat mysterious. Once we consolidate our recent findings, it won't be any secret."
Malcolm Sharma blinked. He heard a possible turning point in Wizet's words.
Since Wizet had said it "wouldn't be any secret," then there seemed to be no problem with him sitting down and listening in.
After all, he had become Dumbledore's errand boy and delivered the lemon cake. If he failed to accomplish even one of the goals he had set earlier, that would be rather hard to justify.
Taking the lemon cake offered to him, Malcolm Sharma took a bite, and his eyes immediately lit up.
No wonder Dumbledore had so strongly urged him to try it. This lemon cake really was delicious.
Before coming to Hogwarts as the High Inquisitor, he had always held prejudices