After Wizet's explanation, Draco's expression softened, as though he were pondering something.
"It's getting late." Wizet looked at the sun outside the window. "It's already lunchtime..."
"The weather is unusually nice today. We could try soaking up the sun while we think about these things."
"The sun?" Draco walked to the window and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked into the sky.
Only after Harry shut the doors of the standing bookcase did Draco lower his head, holding his wand up thoughtfully.
Christmas break was almost over, and quite a few students, free of restraints in the castle, had only now remembered their holiday homework.
The Gryffindor students in particular darted back and forth through the Great Hall before Professor McGonagall arrived, hoping to borrow other students' homework for a little "reference."
Naturally, some students also asked Wizet, but they all knew what he was like, so they only asked which books they could use as references.
Some students even stood watch at the entrance to the Great Hall. Whenever they spotted Professor McGonagall or the tabby cat, they would swallow a Pepper Imps and breathe fire from their noses as a warning.
After lunch, Wizet and Luna did not return to the common room. Instead, they left Hogwarts Castle together.
The sun hung high in the azure sky, its golden light warm and brilliant, making the snow on the ground appear especially pure.
The young Thunderbird circled a few times in midair before flapping toward Hagrid's Hut. It probably wanted to play with Fang.
Following the young Thunderbird's flight, Wizet and Luna looked toward the distant mountains. Bathed in sunlight, the snow-covered peaks appeared even more magnificent, like a tranquil painting.
Wizet held Luna's hand and slipped it into his pocket, their shoulders pressing together.
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