Faced with this situation, Rita Skeeter was practically glowing. This was exactly the scene she had been hoping for, and she was also watching Wizet's expression.
She noticed something quite interesting: Wizet still looked utterly composed, as though he was not at all surprised that things had developed to this point.
"Bastard!"
As she pondered this, a curse reached her ears.
She quickly looked toward the sound and saw a red flash, swift as an arrow, streaking toward Carl Gustafsson at tremendous speed.
Carl Gustafsson instinctively crouched down with his head in his hands, narrowly dodging the red flash.
Wizet's voice rang out. "Mr. Gustafsson, there is no need to worry too much. After all, this is St. Mungo's."
"There are many excellent Healers here. As long as your soul has not left your body, I trust they will be able to heal you."
Although Carl Gustafsson did not understand why a duel required assistants, he knew perfectly well that if this continued, he might really end up needing treatment from a Healer.
He made a snap decision and hurriedly pressed Wizet, "Mr. Lovegood, do you intend to do nothing again, just like before, and wait for these people to hurt us?"
Wizet's tone remained gentle, as though he could not hear the threat in Carl Gustafsson's words. "Mr. Gustafsson, what would you like me to do?"
"I merely want your experiment to be more convincing..." Carl Gustafsson rolled away awkwardly, narrowly evading another red flash. "Good God!"
Dumbledore spoke up at just the right moment. "Everyone, we have already caused St. Mungo's considerable inconvenience by occupying it today to observe this unprecedented Ritual Magic."
"Mr. Gustafsson's current behavior may simply be an accident he happened to encounter when he first came into contact with magic. I hope everyone can