At Xenophilius's words, Dobby sprang into action with delight, directing a dinner knife to slice into the honey-glazed ham and carve it into gleaming, appetizing slices.
Xenophilius had already picked up his utensils. He sniffed the aroma drifting from the food again, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
He cut off a piece of cheesy baked potato and put it into his mouth. After chewing twice, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Hmm? This tastes a little different. It seems like there are hazelnuts in it."
"Oh! Yes, Mr. Lovegood!" Dobby's ears twitched excitedly. "It was Luna's idea! She said it would make the potatoes taste less lonely!"
Xenophilius winked at Luna and nodded in satisfaction, praising her again and again. "Oh! Darling! What a brilliant idea! No wonder it tastes so delicious!"
Having finished all of the cheesy baked potatoes, he continued to enjoy his lunch contentedly.
However, as lunch drew to a close and the plates gradually emptied, his thoughts began to wander. From time to time, he secretly glanced at Wizet, then quickly looked away, doing his best not to let Wizet notice.
Even the few fragments Wizet had mentioned about his experiences were enough to set Xenophilius's imagination running wild.
Although Wizet had always spoken with an unruffled air, as though everything had been under his control, that did nothing to lessen how fascinating those events were to a listener.
As the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, Xenophilius possessed not only considerable professional instinct but also an intense curiosity. Faced with material that was both bizarre and fresh, he was utterly intrigued.
It was just that he truly did not know how to bring it up in a way that would seem natural while also getting Wizet to continue his story.
After all, he had to