Wizet glanced at the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet, then casually read a few lines below it.
[The greatest day in the history of magic... the savior of Squibs... a groundbreaking breakthrough for Squib rights... the mountain is there, and everyone can climb it...]
After merely skimming that passage, Wizet's hand holding his cutlery trembled.
Because of the Ritual Magic he had performed, Xenophilius had been forced to return to The Quibbler's offices and work overtime these past few days.
As a result, Wizet had devoted all his time to Luna, accompanying her everywhere for fun, and had actually forgotten to rein Rita Skeeter in and tell her not to make the report so exaggerated.
Terry keenly caught Wizet's movement and immediately understood, setting down the Daily Prophet.
"Wizet, you must have had a hard few days, right? I saw your hand tremble. You should eat dinner first!"
Luna understood what Wizet was thinking. She merely smiled, her eyes curving, and placed a piece of roast meat onto his plate. "Yes, dinner should come first."
Seeing this, their other roommates found it awkward to ask any more questions.
While Wizet ate his dinner, Michael Corner looked at Anthony. "Anthony, when you said, 'It really won't happen again' just now..."
His voice was full of confusion. "What exactly did you mean by the things those pure-blood families did to Squibs?"
"It means 'it really won't happen again.'" Anthony shrugged. "Do you need me to put it more bluntly?"
"Or you could try... using your imagination first?" he suggested. "Think in the darkest direction possible."
"The darkest direction?" Michael frowned, then his expression suddenly changed. "Don't tell me they just... Avada Kedavra them?"
"What else?" Anthony said flatly, as if he were discussing something utterly ordinary. "Though they