On the day of the International Confederation of Wizards election, the German Minister for Magic had delivered an interrupted speech:
"We are currently living in a divided world. Every day, people speak of new conspiracy theories; every hour, negative rumors emerge. In recent days, with the appearance of our third candidate, these rumors have only intensified. To dispel these doubts and make the result convincing, the only way is to prove that among these three candidates, there is one who is truly wise and capable."
Pomona looked around. The place she was in was filled with lenses of all sizes. The difference was that every real lens could reflect a complete image, unlike now. Though the "stories" within the lenses continued, they were scattered fragments that had to be pieced together like a puzzle to reveal the full picture.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Shadow asked.
Pomona felt as though she were writing the opening of an article but did not know how to begin. She felt there was much she could write about, yet she did not know where to start.
"Just say it," Shadow added.
She remembered something, something she should have thought of long ago.
The moment Santos crouched down to receive the Qilin's bow, Albus and Grindelwald should have entered the "Mirror World," just as they had done to prevent Berlin from being destroyed by Credence's power. The difference was that Berlin had reflective surfaces everywhere. Where could there have been a "mirror" in that castle in the clouds?
It had not even rained that day. The ground was dry, and the only possible reflective surface could have been the roof. When she was in XZ, she had seen temples with roofs made of gold and silver.
"My teacher was a man full of mysteries,"