By the time the full moon arrived in January, Wizet had to leave England for New York in North America that day.
Not long after he sat down at the dining table, Dobby came over carrying breakfast.
"Thank you, Dobby." He turned sideways to let Dobby set out the food.
"Oh! Wizet!" Dobby's voice was high and excited. "If breakfast isn't enough, you must, must tell Dobby!"
His ears trembled slightly with excitement. "The food outside definitely won't be as good as Dobby's!"
"It probably... won't be as good as Dobby's..." The words had barely left his mouth when Dobby seemed startled by what he himself had said, and his voice dropped.
"If... if someone's food is better than Dobby's..." he hurriedly amended, "Wizet, you must tell Dobby too! Dobby can learn!"
Seeing Dobby grow a little uneasy, Wizet gave him a gentle smile. "Dobby, I believe your cooking is the best."
Dobby's enormous eyes lit up at once, and his ears stood straight again. "Really?"
"Of course!" Wizet nodded, his tone certain. "Don't worry!"
On the other side of the table, Xenophilius Lovegood swallowed a bite of fried egg without giving anything away, then took a sip of coffee.
He tilted his head slightly and, from the corner of his eye, pretended to casually glance at Wizet.
Only after Dobby skipped happily back into the kitchen did he properly turn to Wizet and ask, "Well? Have you packed everything?"
"Yes, Mr. Lovegood." Wizet nodded and cut off a piece of sausage, spearing it with his fork and putting it in his mouth.
Xenophilius Lovegood picked up the last bite of bread and placed it in his mouth, chewing it slowly while keeping his eyes on Wizet.
After swallowing the bread, he cleared his throat. "By the way! Wizet..."
"Where