"Is it possible—"
Batch after batch of Ministry of Magic leaders left the banquet hall, only for batch after batch to return.
At the front of the hall, a band of unknown origin continued to play refined music of considerable quality.
Rich, melodious notes danced through the resplendent hall as the wizards continued to toast one another, their smiles undiminished.
Yet the harmonious atmosphere that had once filled the hall had quietly taken on a different flavor.
Anyone who looked closely would have noticed the cold vigilance hidden beneath every smiling face.
"Are the Death Eaters planning to make their move after the conference officially begins tomorrow?"
Even Sirius, who had absolute faith in Amosta's judgment, felt uncertain as he looked out at the peaceful, tranquil night beyond the window.
"If the Death Eaters are planning to ambush this place, then tonight is their best opportunity, Sirius—"
Alastor, who had originally held reservations, was now trying to soothe Sirius's restless heart. He spoke in a low voice.
"Tomorrow's meeting will be held in the International Confederation of Wizards' chamber, where security is tighter. Besides, rats always come out at night—"
Sirius let out an anxious sigh. He was about to say something, but just as the words reached his lips—
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several low rumbles reached his ears, and Sirius's expression abruptly changed!
Not only Sirius, but Alastor beside him, the dignitaries from various countries immersed in the ball, and even the musicians playing their cellos were all drawn by the sudden rumbling. They stopped what they were doing and swept their eyes around warily!
As though someone had pressed pause, the banquet hall that had been filled with laughter and chatter fell silent in an instant.
Clack, clack, clack—
A series of crisp sounds in the hall drew