Minister Bonaparte pursed his lips and studied Madam Morel's expression.
He was considering whether to tell Madam Morel about Vizet's current official identity as well.
The main reason he needed to consider it was whether Madam Morel could bear the truth once she learned it.
He could tell that Madam Morel was already forcing herself to hold on.
However, Madam Morel was no ordinary person. As a wandmaker who had dealt with enough wizards, she could remain composed when faced with such matters.
Yet Minister Bonaparte still worried whether Madam Morel could remain so calm if he told her Vizet's identity truthfully.
Just as Minister Bonaparte weighed the pros and cons, Madam Morel sighed again.
She looked toward the porch once more, her gaze seeming to pass through the door and see a world changing with each passing day—a world that felt unfamiliar to her.
"Since the age of the Statute of Secrecy has already passed, something like this... doesn't seem quite so hard to accept anymore."
"Traveling abroad to study is indeed necessary!" She took a deep breath and made her decision. "If I keep shutting myself away like this, I fear the distance between this world and me will only grow greater and greater!"
"Then... I wish you a safe journey, Madam Morel." Minister Bonaparte slowly nodded. "Where are you planning to go first? Perhaps there are some things I can help with?"
"Thank you for your kindness, Minister Bonaparte." Madam Morel waved a hand, shifting her gaze from the porch back to the wand made by Vizet.
She gripped the wand a little tighter than before, her destination already clear in her heart. "I plan to go to England, to have a look at Ollivander's Wand Shop."
"Besides visiting Mr. Ollivander, my more important purpose..." She raised