Wizet was still wearing his school robes, though he had pinned a lapel chain at his chest, adding just the right touch of refinement to the otherwise simple outfit.
Although his attire was so ordinary and casual, in the eyes of those around him, it did not diminish his bearing in the slightest. Instead, his inner composure and confidence gave him a sense of solemnity that needed no outward embellishment.
The circular hall was packed with people, exactly as Wizet had expected.
Having been through so much, Wizet had shed the youthful awkwardness of the past. His eyes held calmness and confidence, without the slightest trace of timidity.
Even when facing Ministers of Magic from various countries, leaders of the Muggle world, or renowned figures of great stature, he could remain composed and keep an even mind.
If there was anything that could make his heart race, it was when he looked around and met Luna's gaze.
Faced with those eyes, bright as the moon, his heart would still uncontrollably skip a beat.
On either side of him, apart from mountains of magical materials, there were only two armchairs.
He did not clear his throat. He merely raised his eyes and swept his gaze across the hall, and the previously noisy discussions quickly died down as countless eyes converged on him.
Only after the hall had quieted did he speak in a deep voice. "Before Ritual Magic begins, I would like to briefly explain its principles."
"I believe that before entering, you have already gained some understanding of the specifics from the publicly released treatment plan. However, there are certain core concepts that I would still like to clarify."
With the aid of magic, his voice echoed clearly into every corner, calm yet powerful.
"I do not know when it