Nurmengard

"Stupid Muggle."

Escuros, lying on the ground with his eyes closed as he awaited death, said one sentence.

"If you insist on doing this—"

Amosta smiled gently. With a curl of his finger, his wand flew back into his hand. Turning toward the wizards waiting nearby, Amosta said,

"Next comes the cleanup."

Were they going back to Britain?

For some reason, a wave of sadness suddenly rose from Louise's heart, leaving a shadow on her face.

It really was time to end this. Fraser's murderer had been captured, and the organization behind him had likewise been destroyed by Amosta with thunderous force. Prison awaited them. It seemed that everything...

"Wait!"

Louise suddenly cried out. Blinking, she said,

"The person who planned this conspiracy—I mean, that student of yours who was attacked by the curse—have you figured out why they did this?"

"Perhaps."

Amosta neither confirmed nor denied it.

"This probably has something to do with Adam Vogel. I'm definitely going to see him."

"You know where he is?"

"More or less."

Amosta gave a vague answer. Before Louise could press further, he said,

"Let's go up first. The people from the German Ministry of Magic are probably frantic by now."

Amosta had put it far too lightly. In truth, the entire German Ministry of Magic had already descended into hysteria.

Wail, wail, wail.

On the highway from Berlin to Auranenburg, police cars and fire engines stretched bumper to bumper for over a mile. Their shrill, panicked sirens stirred the deep night into unrest.

The enormous golden web of fire still shrouded an area. Magic struck the golden fire net again and again, but those flashes of spells seemed utterly powerless before the mighty Fiendfyre.

Bang!

An explosive crack interrupted the Minister for Magic's roaring. The newcomer panted as he reported,