Deep within Mount Pilatus, Switzerland, stood a monastery hidden by Protective Magic.
Jacob Kowalski sat beside Dumbledore. "Mr. Dumbledore, you seem to be in a very good mood today."
Dumbledore was enjoying his breakfast: a carrot cake drenched in honey, a rice pudding soaked in Raspberry Jam, and a steaming cup of black tea.
Compared with Dumbledore, who was all smiles as he enjoyed his rice pudding, the heads of the International Magical Cooperation Department attending the "Provisional International Confederation of Wizards Meeting" looked far more serious.
The minds of these heads of the International Magical Cooperation Department were clearly not on breakfast. With grave expressions, they discussed all manner of matters.
Probably so they would not delay their talking, they chewed much faster than usual whenever they spooned food into their mouths.
"A beautiful day begins with breakfast, does it not?" Dumbledore said with a beaming smile. The rice pudding was already finished, and he picked up the plate of carrot cake, launching a new round of assault.
"I rather like the breakfast here. Everything is delicious... as if reminding us that even in the gravest moments, life still has moments worth savoring. Mr. Kowalski, what do you think?"
Jacob Kowalski chewed a slice of ham and nodded unhurriedly. "Sounds like it makes real sense."
Catching sight of the cheese and ham on Jacob Kowalski's plate, Dumbledore offered his own "professional advice."
"Actually, you could try the Oat Fruit Yogurt Cup. It tastes quite good! But don't order the one with raspberries, because I've eaten them all."
Jacob Kowalski smiled faintly. "So that's how it is. Then I'll have an apple one..."
Dumbledore and Jacob Kowalski left the dining room together and headed for the bright, spacious Conference Hall.
The heads of the International Magical Cooperation Department followed