Harry had thought that what he had gone through tonight was thrilling enough.
But after hearing about Sirius's experience, he realized that while they had been risking their lives against the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic, Sirius had faced no less danger.
A war every bit as fierce as the Battle of Diagon Alley had taken place in Paris.
The wizarding world had nearly been exposed!
In the office, even the Heads of House looked horrified, while the portraits on the walls whispered among themselves.
What severe consequences would follow if Muggles learned of the wizarding world tonight?
"The descendant of the Black family made an outstanding contribution in the war to defend Paris!"
Phineas said, positively glowing,
"I think the Order of Merlin should award you a First Class medal, boy!"
No one paid Phineas any attention, Sirius included. He said gravely,
"Mad-Eye and Amelia stayed behind to help the International Confederation of Wizards deal with the aftermath.
"The damage there was too extensive, and besides the Joint Force, the Muggles suffered terrible casualties as well. Erasing memories alone can't solve these problems—"
"That's horrifying. I've been to Paris, and I rather liked those French people's style. That Muggle-built Eiffel Tower was actually quite magnificent."
Horace imagined what a towering Fiendfyre giant might look like and drew in a sharp breath.
"So, all those thugs who escaped from Oxta were wiped out by you?"
Sirius nodded, his expression bleak, as though it were a matter of no importance.
However—
Harry looked at Vitia Criona, who was sitting quietly in the corner, and felt something strange stir within him.
Sirius had survived tonight entirely because of her.
Professor Breen had remained silent. Letting Malfoy steal the wand had been necessary in order to capture her and bring her