The others clearly understood this as well. They quickly composed themselves and took their places behind Wizet, facing My Lord together.
The reason they had not stood beside Wizet was that they feared he might be distracted by them if a battle broke out, giving My Lord an opening to exploit.
The little Thunderbird did not think that much. Although it had long experienced My Lord's terror, it still puffed up its feathers, held its head high, and remained on Wizet's arm.
The celebration and cheers from everyone present had clearly offended My Lord, adding a trace of impatience to his voice. "That wand of yours..."
Wizet interrupted My Lord once again and spoke first. "Yes, just as you suspected. The craft used to make this wand came from your people."
"That does not seem quite right." As though he had realized something, he shook his head slightly, brow faintly furrowed as he considered his wording.
"You are not worthy of being mentioned alongside them, so it should be..." He paused, seemingly finding a more suitable choice of words. "The craft used to make this wand came from them."
"The material of this wand seems..." My Lord's tone returned to its usual indifference. He did not dwell on Wizet's remark that he was unworthy of being mentioned alongside them. "Very special."
Although there was little fluctuation in his tone, the flames in his eye sockets trembled incessantly at an astonishing rate.
To everyone else, it was obvious that My Lord was having trouble suppressing his emotions, which was why he had revealed such an abnormality.
At that thought, quite a few students secretly turned their heads and searched for Snape with the corners of their eyes.
Harry was among them. When he saw Snape not far away, looking directly at