"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 178: Where Did Wyzett Go?
The county of Devon, nestled by the sea, was home to the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. Even as November drew to a close, its climate remained gentle—only the occasional gust of cold wind or rainy day hinted at winter's approach.
By contrast, the Scottish Highlands were far less forgiving. Especially in the early morning, before the sun had even risen, the cold made its final, biting assault.
High atop Ravenclaw Tower, the chill wind prowled restlessly, whistling and rattling the windows as if trying to force its way inside.
Curled beneath her covers, Luna whimpered softly as she drifted awake.
She tucked her feet back under the blanket and stretched languidly, savoring the warmth as her toes thawed. Gradually, she became more alert.
Her eyelids fluttered, long lashes trembling.
"Mmm…"
Luna let out a long, luxurious yawn. Sensing something strange lingering at the edge of her dreams, she rolled over, rubbed her eyes, and blinked them open, a touch of confusion in her gaze.
"Gone?"
"Like sand slipping through my fingers… So what should I do?"
She murmured softly, then closed her eyes again, trying to recapture the sensation.
"Maybe… maybe I should do nothing at all… That's the only way to keep dreaming…"
Her voice was little more than an ethereal whisper.
As her mind emptied, the "whoosh" of wind outside became a gentle prelude, leading her back into that unique, floating sensation.
"What a curious feeling… But I suppose it's time to get up."
School was much colder than home, so Xenophilius had packed her thicker clothes this term.
From the neighboring bed, Amica Miller stirred and mumbled sleepily, "Luna… are you off to the greenhouse again…"
Luna leaned over and whispered, "I am! Good morning!"
"Morning…" Amica Miller let out a contented sigh and drifted back to sleep, as if lulled by a lullaby.
Luna always woke early—a habit carried from home.
After washing up, she skipped lightly down the stairs. The common room was hushed and still.
She glanced around; only a few students slumped over their desks, faces buried in books, the pages stained with the crystalline traces of dried tears.
"He must be sleeping in too…"
Luna wandered to the window, gazing out at the black silhouette of the Forbidden Forest.
Every so often, she'd glance back at the staircase, quietly waiting.
As flocks of birds burst from the trees, the thestrals began to stir, leaping from the forest like sleek fish breaking the surface, only to dive back into the shadows.
…
That peculiar sensation of falling lingered. Even in the greenhouse, Luna would sometimes let her mind drift, savoring that weightless, dreamy feeling.
One morning, Hannah noticed Luna's faraway look and asked, worry in her voice, "Are you all right? You seem… different today."
Startled from her reverie, Luna opened her eyes. "I feel like a Demiguise—soaring through darkness, carried wherever the wind blows."
"Demiguise?" Hannah frowned. "Is that… a magical creature?"
Luna smiled serenely. "It looks like a cloak—so light, like a dandelion seed, it can float anywhere it pleases…"
Neville was another regular in the greenhouse, always fond of tending magical plants.
Sometimes, as he watered the herbs, he'd wonder if perhaps he belonged in Hufflepuff after all—he did love caring for plants.
Setting down his watering can, Neville asked, "Come to think of it… where's Wyzett?"
"You two usually come here together…" Concern creased his face.
"Did something happen to him? I heard Colin say the person who attacked Filch's cat has shown up again!"
"Again?!" Hannah instinctively covered her mouth, then remembered what she'd just touched and quickly pulled her hand away. "What happened?"
Neville scratched his head. "Well, Headmaster Dumbledore went to check it out. I passed by and overheard a bit… Apparently, it was just a prank, not the Heir or anything. The person only targeted Colin to break his camera."
"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Luna repeated, thoughtful. "He just went to see Colin?"
"Yeah," Neville said, thinking hard. "He took the camera with him, but it looked properly smashed."
"If it was just a prank… then Wyzett should be all right, shouldn't he?" Hannah looked worried. "Luna, should we go look for him together?"
"I want to help too!" Neville blurted. "Wyzett has helped me so much—nothing can happen to him!"
"Don't worry, he'll be fine…" Luna reassured them. "Let's go check on him!"
"You know where he is?" Neville and Hannah asked in unison.
"He's probably resting in the hospital wing." Luna nodded. "Even a Demiguise needs proper rest, you know…"
…
After saying goodbye to Professor Sprout, the three hurried to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey was at Harry's bedside, examining his arm. "Healing nicely… Give it a try. Any discomfort?"
Harry nodded, carefully bending his arm, then flexing his hand. "Feels fine. Can I go now?"
Madam Pomfrey handed him a bowl of porridge. "Eat some breakfast first, then you're free to go. If you feel unwell at all, come straight back."
Luna gave a gentle curtsy. "Madam Pomfrey, we're here to visit Wyzett."
"How did you know he was here?" Madam Pomfrey looked surprised, but didn't press the matter. She pointed them in the right direction.
"He's over there. It's just his usual problem—overwork. Since you're his friends, make sure he gets some rest."
"I'll remind him…" Luna whispered, gently drawing back the curtain to reveal Wyzett sleeping peacefully.
Seeing his calm face, Neville crept forward, carefully poking Wyzett's arm. Only when he found it soft did he sigh in relief. "Still soft!"
"Then it's just exhaustion," Hannah echoed, visibly relaxing. "Thank goodness it's nothing worse."
The recent incident with Colin had left them on edge—they'd feared Wyzett might be the real victim.
Just then, Wyzett slowly opened his eyes and looked up at them. "Good morning!"
"Morning! Did you sleep well?" Luna blinked. "Madam Pomfrey asked me to keep an eye on you—so you'd better rest properly."
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