"What an enviable and deeply moving thing!" the Muggle official continued on his own, giving Wizet no chance to respond.
His tone was full of envy. "Those so-called Squibs, neglected by wizards, have been granted a new life through a special kind of magic, as though they had been blessed by God!"
"Especially during a time as significant as Easter... I can imagine how much feverish speculation it would provoke if this matter were widely reported."
"Sir," Wizet interrupted bluntly, "I can answer your question about Easter first."
"The Easter holiday was chosen because it is a holiday. For a student, that is what matters more."
The sudden interruption caught the Muggle official off guard.
He clearly had not expected Wizet's answer to be so simple and direct.
The string of carefully prepared rhetoric in his mind was abruptly lodged in his throat by Wizet's interruption.
Had it been some excuse or justification, he might have had more prepared responses.
But faced with such an answer, he could not find an opening and did not know how to continue.
He recovered quickly and did not dwell on Wizet's reply. "Thank you, Mr. Lovegood. A student taking part in additional activities during the holidays is a perfectly sound reason. I was overthinking it."
"What I wanted to say was..." He returned to his earlier point. "Squibs are also closely connected to magic, so why them?"
"Why should Squibs be the ones to receive such a miracle... Does that not imply a certain unfairness? Especially toward us—what you call 'Muggles'..."
"We Muggles truly have no way to genuinely touch magic. What I mean is... while I see miracles and hope, I also see a deeper despair."
After hearing the Muggle official's words, Rita Skeeter's eyes gleamed with amusement.
The quill floating behind