The afternoon classes were still packed. Quirrell's condition had been terrible lately. Not only was his brow furrowed with anxiety, but his dark circles were also like thick, smudged ink.
Aside from giving lectures, Quirrell remained unwilling to communicate much with Vizette.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Vizette couldn't say much and could only continue to express his concern using the chocolate frog.
When he returned from the auditorium, he learned that although the celebrations at the stadium had ended, the celebrations at Ravenclaw were not.
Ravenclaw students indulged themselves for a change, celebrating this long-awaited night of victory.
Penelope and the others raised their wands and cast spells at the crystal in mid-air, causing it to refract colorful light.
Someone found Fred and George and bought a lot of magic fireworks from them to celebrate today's victory.
Fred and George were overjoyed and generously provided plenty of food and sweets, bringing the evening's celebration to a climax.
...
As the snow around Hogwarts grew thicker, it signaled that the Christmas holidays were drawing ever closer.
After waking up early in the morning and saying goodbye to his roommates, Vizette packed his luggage and returned to the small, uneven station.
Watching the Hogwarts Express exhale white steam, Vizette felt a surge of emotion.
Before he knew it, he had been living at Hogwarts for almost half a year.
Then his feelings were replaced by excitement and anticipation.
Thor flapped his wings, perched on his shoulder, and nuzzled his cheek.
"It seems you miss Diana too, don't you?"
"Coo coo!"
Many students chose to stay at school and walked forward, leaving many carriages empty.
Vizette sat by the window in the carriage, taking out his notes on magic circuits and studying them, waiting for Hogwarts to depart soon...
The notebook contained two magic circuits, one belonging to the Diricawl and the other to the Golden Snitch.
The magic circuit for the Golden Snitch came from the Golden Snitch that Cho Chang had caught.
Vizette was curious about the Golden Snitch's magic circuits, so he decided to record them for later study.
The magic circuits of the Diricawl were amazing; they were disconnected as a whole, yet they were very harmonious, as if they were meant to be disconnected.
When the Diricawl used its teleportation ability, half of the magic circuits within its body disappeared, and the missing half of the magic circuits would reappear at the location where it appeared.
The Golden Snitch's magic circuit was also very interesting. It was a shape made up of several stacked circles, like a rolling wheel, and seemed to never stop.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this magical circuit that the Golden Snitch possessed such incredible speed and agile turning ability, making it difficult to catch.
After this period of research, he felt that there was some kind of connection between the two magic circuits.
He split the magic circuit of the Diricawl in two, filled the middle with the magic circuit of the Golden Snitch, and then began to connect the circuit.
However, no matter how he connected the wires, he felt that the resulting magic circuit didn't have that smooth flow.
Vizette had a feeling that if the two magic circuits could be truly combined, something very strange might happen.
"Vizette Lovegood?" a male voice suddenly rang out. "Is this seat taken?"
Vizette looked up and saw an unexpected visitor at the carriage door—Cedric Diggory.
He was a tall, handsome boy with a ruddy complexion and a gentle demeanor.
He's very popular in Hufflepuff; even first-year students occasionally mention him.
Vizette put away his notebook, shook his head slightly, and said, "No one's sitting here, please make yourself at home."
"You played really well in the last match!" Cedric sat down. "Even in the professional arena, you rarely see a professional player like you who dares to use the Quaffle like that!"
"Because I wasn't under any pressure, right?" Vizette touched his nose. "And it was a close call, so I just did it on a whim."
"That's a talent! You fly so well!" Cedric said with envy. "If you were the Seeker, I probably wouldn't be able to sleep the night before the game!"
...
Cedric's popularity is not without reason; he is not only talkative but also has a good attitude, preventing the conversation from turning confrontational and avoiding asking sensitive questions.
Maintaining a good distance in conversation and being good at finding topics are essential for keeping the conversation going.
Cedric was skilled in Transfiguration magic, and Vizette consulted him on many related issues.
Cedric said thoughtfully, "Just like Professor McGonagall said, Transfiguration magic needs to be used with caution..."
"I think observation is also very important. Only by memorizing the shape of objects can you make transformation magic more perfect..."
"Indeed!" Vizette nodded in agreement, his hands still busy taking notes. "Only by understanding things better can we refine the details…"
The two were roughly the same age, and Vizette benefited greatly from the experience shared by someone his age.
As the midday sun streamed into the carriage, Vizette and Cedric began to chat.
They talked more and more, discussing not only all aspects of Hogwarts but also their own lives.
Vizette's life was simple; all the beauty of this world was imprinted in that garden and in Hogwarts.
Cedric carried the expectations of his parents, which caused him a lot of trouble.
His parents hoped he would study hard so that he could work at the British Ministry of Magic in the future, preferably in the Division of Magical Law Enforcement.
As if he had found an outlet, even though his face was flushed and burning, he still said firmly, "But I think it would be a great thing to be able to work with Dad!"
"My dad works in the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control, and he often has to work overtime... and there's always the risk of injury! So I want to help him, so he can have an easier time!"
After saying this, he scratched his head sheepishly. "You won't laugh at me, will you?"
"I envy you." Vizette shook his head gently. "Your parents have expectations for you, which means they love you and hope you will have a better future."
"You love your parents very much and hope to work with your father so that you can truly help him… I will only admire you and will not laugh at you."
"Since you want to work with your father, you should also work hard to get a job at the British Ministry of Magic. Since the prerequisite is to get into the British Ministry of Magic, the goal is the same."
"So what else do you have to worry about? Shouldn't you be putting in more effort to join the British Ministry of Magic with even better grades in the future?"
"That way you'll have more options. You can help your father, or you can prepare for future promotions, right?"
"Oh, right!" Cedric exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "I think I was getting stuck on this... Why can't I understand this?"
"Because you are inside the maze, while I am standing outside…" Vizette said with a slight smile, "so I can see some clues from the outside."
"Thank you!" Cedric let out a long breath and extended his right hand. "It's a pleasure to truly get to know you today... You can just call me Cedric!"
Vizette smiled slightly, extended his hand, and shook it. "Vizette!"
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