Agent Amosta Breen

"We found Fredel, Nila, and Baghdad. From them, we obtained a list of every wizard they smuggled out of the country in the days after the package was sent. It's all here, Mr. Breen—"

The weather was undoubtedly atrocious. The snow on the roadside flowerbeds and rooftops had yet to melt completely, and early that morning, a drizzling rain began to fall beneath the gloomy sky. The damp, freezing air raised a shifting veil of cold mist over the River Thames. Stirred by the breeze, it began creeping toward the row of houses along the riverbank.

Standing by the bed, Amosta withdrew his gaze from the mist-shrouded world, turned, and accepted the list Kingsley handed him. He studied it carefully.

There were indeed several familiar names on the list, but that proved nothing. Looking at the countries these illegal travelers had gone to after leaving Britain, he thought for a moment before offering a new suggestion.

"We have limited manpower, Kingsley. We can't investigate and interrogate them one by one. In my opinion, we should focus on tracking those who went to France, Germany, and Albania—"

Kingsley was quick to react. After only two seconds of hesitation, he understood why Amosta Breen had given that instruction.

"You mean the countries that overlap with the locations of the curse-specializing wizards you identified?"

"Exactly—"

Amosta pinched the bridge of his nose, looking somewhat weary.

"It isn't a particularly rigorous conclusion, but time is short. We can only choose the most likely course of action—"

It was a rational and wise decision. The efficient Kingsley silently nodded and prepared to leave the guest room to make arrangements. Before stepping out, however, he paused, looked back, and said hesitantly,

"That Muggle girl... Mr. Breen, I just heard that she's awake—"

The previous night, when