The Hour of Judgment (I)

The oppressive smog hanging over Berlin finally melted away beneath a full day of sunlight. But by the time the sky had cleared, the sun had also reached the end of the southwestern horizon. The blood-red afterglow stained vast banks of clouds crimson, draping the mountains beneath a scarlet curtain.

On the lush green lawn, many students sat on the ground, enjoying the rare leisure between the end of classes and dinner.

Watching those young people gathered in twos and threes, their cheerful laughter ringing out from time to time, Louise stood at the edge of the lawn with her fists clenched at her sides. Sorrow and anger flickered across her delicate face, followed by concern.

"You think—"

After standing there for a long time, Louise turned around and looked at Amosta, who had been waiting behind her for her to vent her emotions.

"Does this school have any magical clubs like the one Fraser was involved with?"

They were currently at a world-renowned university in Berlin. According to the information Hain had provided, Jasna had worked at this school for a long time.

A witch holding a long-term position at a Muggle university might seem absurd, but it was not entirely beyond Amosta's group's expectations. Judging by the situation in Italy, this organization, which acted in accordance with certain "last wishes" that ought to have been buried long ago, did not entirely dismiss Muggle intelligence.

Universities gathered the most energetic and brightest young people in Muggle society. Though these people knew nothing about magic, perhaps some flash of inspiration from these exceptionally intelligent Muggle youths could genuinely solve certain problems.

Louise looked sorrowfully at the young people, not knowing whether any of them were suffering the same tragedy Fraser had endured.

"Mr. Breen—"

Kingsley did not share Louise's melancholy.