I Want You To Be Wilful, Wilfully

Wizet was highly confident in Sirius Black's magical ability; he would make an excellent magical artifact technical consultant for M.S.C.

Besides, Sirius Black and Fred got along well enough; presumably, they would not refuse.

There was another important matter as well: Wizet felt that Luna must have had her own reasons for suddenly bringing this up.

As he left Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Sirius Black did not idle around either.

With the peacock quill Kreacher had found, he began writing to Neville, Fred, and the others to ask for their opinions.

Wizet and Luna returned to Ottery St. Catchpole. The sun was brilliant today, but the wind was strong as well.

The green grass across the lawn swayed in the breeze, its tips dancing amid a soft rustling that left one feeling refreshed.

The brilliant sunlight fell over Luna's hair, as though draping her in a layer of golden gauze—hazy and beautiful.

Luna slowed her steps, seeming as though she wanted to say something, yet she still did not speak.

Wizet slowed down as well and likewise said nothing.

The two walked side by side as the car-shaped castle in the distance came into view, gradually growing taller like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Luna's pace became slower and slower. Only when half the car-shaped castle was visible did she finally speak.

"For a while, Dad taught me lots of things... First, he taught me how to tidy my room, wash clothes, and prepare the simplest meals..."

Wizet felt something stir within him. The "for a while" Luna mentioned must have been after her mother's accident.

Luna continued, "Dad seemed to want to teach me everything... He also taught me how to save money, what a 'need' was, and what a 'want' was..."

Wizet nodded. After something like