Besides determining when the International Confederation of Wizards Congress would be held, its duration was also extended.
Under normal circumstances, the International Confederation of Wizards Congress would last around four days, but this time it had been changed to a full week.
The venue had also been changed. The International Confederation of Wizards Congress, originally held in downtown Paris, would instead take place at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
The awards ceremony would be held on the final day of the International Confederation of Wizards Congress, together with the closing ceremony.
This counted as good news for Vizet.
At the end of the academic year, Madame Maxime had invited him and Luna to visit Beauxbatons in her capacity as headmistress.
After receiving confirmation of when the International Confederation of Wizards Congress would be held, Vizet and the others revised their travel route, setting their destination around the Pyrenees, where Beauxbatons was located.
On the final day of the International Confederation of Wizards Congress, Vizet slowly opened his eyes and woke up in bed.
The sun had not yet risen. The room was filled with a cool blue-gray haze. The light was not abundant, but it was enough for him to make out his surroundings.
The air was cool as well. When he inhaled a little more deeply, he could feel the chill at the tip of his nose.
Vizet and Luna had both developed the habit of waking at this hour. Unless something unexpected happened, such as falling unconscious, they would always wake up around this time.
Only after getting up did Vizet realize that Harry and Neville had probably woken before him. Both had their eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling with dazed expressions.
Hearing the rustling, Harry and Neville raised their heads slightly and looked toward Vizet