Dear Luna, dear Mr. Lovegood:
I only learned these past few days that Halloween wasn't just a holiday Muggles used for fun and games. It was also the ancient Celtic New Year.
They said that on the day before Halloween—which was the day I was writing this letter to you—the boundary between life and death would grow blurred, and Death and ghosts would come to this world.
I thought this was probably a rumor. After all, quite a few ghosts existed at Hogwarts... like Ravenclaw's Grey Lady.
Unlike Hufflepuff's talkative Fat Friar, the Grey Lady was much more reticent. Her knowledge was extraordinarily broad, and she would occasionally guide students with their homework.
Oh, right! Fred and George Weasley also told me that something always happened on Halloween. To be honest, I was looking forward to it a little.
If something really does happen today, some strange adventure, I'll write it into a story and submit it to The Quibbler. I hope Mr. Lovegood won't look down on my manuscript.
I hope you both have a happy Halloween.
Wizet Lovegood
Watching Thor fly off into the distance with the letter in his beak, Wizet stood up and stretched.
When he wrote this letter, he realized that he had already been at Hogwarts for two months.
Those two months had been incredibly fulfilling. Aside from regular classes from Monday to Friday, he also had Quidditch training on Tuesdays, as well as private lessons with two professors on the weekends.
From a certain perspective, Quirrell and Snape were quite alike.
Wizet could always sense the talent in both professors during their private lessons.
Quirrell had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, and his tone was gentle when he taught;
All the confusion Wizet encountered during the process was always met with patient