Wizet raised his head, his calm gaze settling on Carl Gustafsson.
"Say something?" he repeated softly, before his tone shifted. "Mr. Gustavsson, I would actually prefer to... do something."
"Oh?" At Wizet's response, Carl Gustafsson blinked. "Mr. Lovegood, what do you intend to do?"
Relief appeared on his face, as though he had finally passed off a hot potato, and he hurried to ask, "Right here?"
Wizet nodded, answering firmly, "Yes! Right here!"
Now that Wizet had spoken, Rita Skeeter stopped pressing Carl Gustafsson.
She returned to her seat, adjusted her glasses, and settled in with relish, ready to enjoy the show.
Some things really were inappropriate for Wizet to say. Since he had not interrupted her, that amounted to tacit approval: she could say those "inappropriate things" for him.
That also gave her a chance to show her worth, so naturally, she had to seize an opportunity like the one just now and go on the offensive against Carl Gustafsson as much as possible.
At that thought, she turned toward Alexander Dodd and found that he, too, had returned to his seat.
Since Alexander Dodd had done so, his thoughts at that moment clearly coincided with hers.
A stage needed a warm-up act, but it also needed its star. When the star was ready to take the stage, a clever supporting player should retreat behind the scenes.
But why did it feel like... something was not quite right about the stage the star was stepping onto?
Rita Skeeter could clearly sense that the Ritual Magic Array from earlier was shining considerably brighter than it had a moment ago.
That meant the magic array that turned Squibs into wizards had never stopped running.
What exactly was Wizet planning to do?
That was the question that arose in her mind.
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