Learning from This Experience

Interlocking their fingers brought Wizet a sensation he had never experienced before.

Wizet curled his fingers too, fitting them over the back of Luna's hand.

Luna's hand was soft, like butter left at room temperature—just right. He did not need to use much force; simply pressing down made it sink slightly.

"Luna..." Wizet said softly.

Luna looked utterly focused. "Hmm?"

Wizet asked, "Should I help you too?"

"Okay!" Luna's voice was much quieter.

Now it was Wizet leading Luna, easily rotating his wrist.

Luna's hand was warmer than before, and seemed to be damp with a little sweat. It was smoother than before, even more like butter...

It probably was not butter...

Wizet dismissed the thought amid the mess in his mind. Butter was not that color. This was the color of milk...

But it was not entirely like milk either. Milk did not have such a warm, soft color...

Wizet rejected his own thoughts once again...

"Meow?"

A ginger cat nimbly slipped through the gap in the sliding door and squatted on the floor of the compartment.

The cat that appeared before Wizet and Luna was Hermione's pet, Crookshanks;

It was an intelligent cat. Not only had it recognized that Sirius Black had been wrongfully accused, it had also known that the traitor was Ron's pet rat Scabbers—Peter Pettigrew;

The reason it was so clever was probably because Crookshanks was a half-Kneazle, allowing it to recognize who the real bad guys were...

Wizet's thoughts were a complete mess at that moment. It was not until equally chaotic footsteps sounded that he realized something was wrong...

This was Hermione's pet, which meant the footsteps outside most likely belonged to Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron!

Wizet and Luna exchanged a look. Countless solutions had actually already surfaced