"No!" Hagrid hurriedly waved his hand, stirring up a gust of wind that made Wizet's robes flap loudly.
"Wizet, your and Luna's help was truly important!" He vigorously wiped away the tears in his eyes, his voice full of conviction.
"And you didn't just help me—you helped so many others too! When Harry and the others came to visit me a couple of days ago, Ron told me about the open class!"
"The open class?" Wizet explained, "Ron mastered the Disarming Charm himself. At most, we only gave him a little confidence."
"Come to think of it... M.S.C. should actually be thanking him. Without his help, preparing that open class wouldn't have been nearly so easy."
"And Fred and George too. They were only able to finish making those candies with Ron's help."
Hagrid sighed and said emotionally, "Wizet, if you told Ron all that, I reckon he might cry again."
Wizet paused. "Cry?"
"Yeah!" Hagrid nodded hard. "Not just me—even Hermione and Harry were startled. It was the first time they'd ever seen Ron like that!"
"Ron cried and said so many things! He said that without your help, he never would've earned that Ministry of Magic medal, and he definitely wouldn't have dared show off his magic in front of so many people."
"And he also said..." Seemingly remembering something, Hagrid slapped his forehead with enough force to knock over a horse. "Right!"
"He also said... uh..." His expression became awkward, and his voice lowered. "Well... uh... he told me not to tell anyone about all this."
"All right!" Wizet laughed at Hagrid's helpless appearance. "Since that's the case, I'll help keep it secret... Let's just pretend we never talked about this today. That'll make him feel better too."
"But this mouth of mine..." Hagrid scratched his head,