"Why did you come back early?"
At Malfoy Manor in Wales, Narcissa was the only one home. Draco should have been at the hospital at this hour.
"Lucius isn't here?"
"He has matters to attend to," Narcissa said coldly.
"What matters?"
"You don't know?"
Pomona shook her head.
"Welcome to the club. I never used to know what he was busy with outside, either," Narcissa said with an indignant smile.
"I didn't come here to chat, Cissy. After moving the greenhouse, I have other places to go."
"When will you come back?"
"In the next few days," Pomona said vaguely. Who knew whether they would return unscathed from this trip to "hell"?
"What do you mean, in the next few days? Can't you give me an exact answer?"
"What exactly is going on?"
Narcissa rubbed her forehead, then said, "I heard from Lucius that the Werewolves are preparing to act again."
"That really is big news," Pomona said with a sarcastic smile.
"They're planning to attack Muggle football stadiums. I heard the Muggles are holding some sort of league, like the Quidditch League. And there'll be... what was that word? Broadcast? Lucius said that doing this would expose the wizarding world. He's handling it now. Do we still need to obey the International Statute of Secrecy?"
Pomona had gone numb.
The Premier League did not merely have spectators in the stands; it was also broadcast live. Radio waves could transmit the signal around the world at the speed of light, and the Ministry of Magic had no way of running all the way to Asia to erase the audience's memories.
This month's full moon fell on March 23. Pomona had been focused on the Easter holiday beginning March 26, and had forgotten that Werewolves could cause trouble in the days