Profa and Joseph Bonanno's screams echoed through the Chamber of Secrets, making Mrs. Appaloosa snap her eyes open and stare at the scene before her in disbelief.
The bloody scene she had expected never appeared. Instead, Profa and Joseph Bonanno had been struck by bullets and could only hang in midair by magic like lambs awaiting slaughter.
Though Profa's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, he still roared viciously, "Who the hell are you?!"
Joseph Bonanno's hands were bound by an invisible force, further tearing open the gunshot wound in his shoulder.
The searing pain from his shoulder came in relentless waves, veins bulging across his forehead. The weightless sensation of hanging in midair made him feel dizzy as well.
Yet the ferocity forged through years of living on the edge still forced him to hold firm. Gasping for breath, he said haltingly, "Enter...taining guests..."
"Dear sir... of course I int... intend to entertain all my guests... but you... you can see it too... my shoulder..."
"With my friend and me in... in our current state... I'm afraid... I'm afraid we can't fulfill... fulfill a host's courtesy and... and duties..."
"Dear sir?" A faint smile touched Wizet's lips. "Actually, you already entertained me earlier. You showed me rather high-standard hospitality."
"When I came calling, I was greeted by countless gun barrels and wands. Faced with such enthusiastic hospitality, naturally I had to return the favor."
"Mr. Bonanno..." He looked at Joseph Bonanno. "What do you think of my return gift? The feeling of lifting off the ground without any tools—you probably haven't experienced that before, have you?"
Profa roared furiously, "How dare you speak like that! You damned bastard!"
He kept trying to twist his body, futilely attempting to break free of the magic Wizet had placed on him. Yet