"Which meant..." Hearing Dobby say that, Wizet finally understood. "Kreacher told you that we would be holding a meeting in Hogsmeade Village."
"Mr. Lovegood also learned about our meeting from you, so he asked you to bring him along. Is that right?"
"Wizet was not wrong!" Dobby nodded repeatedly. Still preoccupied with the cake, his eyes held a trace of expectation. "Wizet, how did Kreacher's cake taste?"
"It tasted quite good. Everyone liked it..." Wizet thought back for a moment. "I think you deserve a great deal of credit, since you gave Kreacher the recipe."
"Oh! Wizet is truly too great!" Tears welled in Dobby's eyes as he shouted in his shrill voice, "Dobby did not actually do anything! Dobby does not deserve such praise!"
Xenophilius and Luna, who were walking ahead, naturally heard Dobby's shout as well.
Xenophilius slightly turned his head and glanced back from the corner of his eye.
At that moment, he really wanted to ask Luna whether Wizet was always so good at sweet-talking people.
But after thinking it over, he did not voice the question. Luna was his daughter, and if he asked so directly, he could guess exactly what answer she would give.
Nothing more than "No" or "Not really," or perhaps she would go a step further and explain things on Wizet's behalf...
Xenophilius had been a student himself. He understood all too well the sorts of things students did in their school days.
With that thought, he shook his head. Rather than hear Luna defend Wizet, he would rather ask nothing at all. At least that would make him feel a little better...
"Dad, what's wrong?" Luna looked at Xenophilius very seriously. "You have so, so many Wrackspurts on you. Is something bothering you?"
"Er..." Xenophilius was momentarily speechless, not knowing