Anthony took a deep breath and pushed open the office door.
Outside, Michael looked at Terry, who had just finished his consultation, and asked curiously, "So? What did Professor Flitwick say?"
Terry shrugged. "He supported my idea! Isn't that perfectly normal?"
Michael blinked. "So you really want to work for that-whatever-it-is publishing house?"
"That publishing house has a name, you know. Don't call it random things!" Terry corrected him seriously. "It's L.C.A. Comics!"
Chris asked, "Other than approving of your idea, did Professor Flitwick say anything else?"
"He gave me some practical advice." Terry thought back. "For example, I'd better improve my Potions skills. To stay competitive in this industry, I'll need potion formulas of my own..."
He eagerly shared his thoughts, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future, until Anthony emerged from the office.
As Anthony passed Michael, Terry looked at him and asked, "Anthony, don't you think Professor Flitwick is really busy? Three batches of owls flew in while he was giving me advice."
"The packages delivered by those three owls piled up on the floor. It looked like quite a lot. When I went in, I was stunned for a moment—I thought Christmas had come early and everyone was sending Professor Flitwick gifts."
Anthony did not answer Terry's question. Instead, he looked at Wizet, his expression turning subtle. "Wizet, Michael really was right!"
Wizet immediately understood. "Those owls and packages... were all related to me?"
Chris hurriedly asked, "What did you find?"
Terry scratched his head. "It wouldn't be strange if that were the case, but what did you see that made you sure those packages were connected to Wizet?"
"I saw the crests of several Quidditch teams printed on the packages," Anthony said.
Chris's eyes widened as he quickly pressed, "You saw several packages?"
"That