"Where are you taking us?"
The three from the British Ministry of Magic followed the mysteriously appearing attendant out of the resplendent banquet hall and into the corridor outside.
Attendants serving the banquet streamed continuously along the corridor that encircled the bronze pillars supporting the center of the hotel.
Minister Bones was already one of the most familiar figures in the European wizarding world, frequently appearing in magical newspapers published across various countries.
Quite a few attendants in the corridor were curious when Minister Bones quietly left the banquet hall halfway through the event with her guards.
Along the way, there was no shortage of hotel staff and guests casting covert looks at them.
It was not until they entered the elevator that Sirius finally raised his voice and demanded sharply,
"Who exactly wants to see Minister Bones? And what did you mean when you said it had something to do with Amosta?"
"I am taking you to a guest room on the seventh floor. The person who wishes to see Minister Bones is there—"
said the attendant, ignoring Sirius's other questions.
Amelia, however, appeared calm. Since she had decided to come, there was no need to keep looking back and forth.
Besides, she had the two finest Aurors in the British wizarding world at her side.
Seeing that the attendant was unwilling to answer, both Sirius and Alastor developed faintly murderous expressions.
A trace of hesitation flashed through Alastor's remaining good blue eye as he considered whether he should use illegal methods to interrogate the man.
After a smooth ride, the elevator arrived on the seventh floor.
Before the doors opened, Alastor had already used his magical eye to inspect the outside. There was no ambush, and even the maze-like corridors had very few guests.
As for whether danger