"Beep beep!"
The house-elves clung to the vintage cars in the museum and began racing all over the spacious, deserted building.
These vintage cars were almost identical to the one Rose and Jack had ridden on the Titanic.
When the late blight broke out in Ireland, its infrastructure was terribly underdeveloped—practically nonexistent. England had even been unable to continue its work-relief efforts through construction projects there, and in the end, the Irish had no choice but to flee to America to escape the famine. The work they did in America was also construction. Many railways and canals had been built by the Irish, but not everyone was content to live like those laborers.
There was a saying: half of America's gangsters were italians, and the other half were Irish. Those who had survived famine-ravaged Ireland and safely reached America were hardly harmless people. Boston, the capital of Massachusetts, later became an Irish city. More than a century later, people had almost forgotten about the Salem witch trials...
"Ah!"
A piercing scream rang out. Severus immediately transformed into black smoke and flew over, landing before a security guard.
That womanish scream had come from him.
Severus immediately cast Stupefy on him, then erased his Memory. He turned back toward those "little troublemakers." What was amusing to wizards was disastrous to Muggles. Just as he was about to turn into black smoke again and leave, he glanced back at the exhibition hall. The instruments inside had suddenly begun moving on their own, looking very much like Dumbledore's clinking silver instruments.
"Congratulations, new Headmaster. Have you considered redecorating this office?" After touring the office that had once belonged to Dumbledore, Voldemort asked with a courteous smile.
"After you have inspected it, Master," the new Headmaster replied. "I have not touched a single thing