Your Orders

Dumbledore's assent rang across the snowy plain, leaving many of the wizards who had followed them here to stop Amosta staring at one another. Vip Draegen, at their head, darkened in expression and pressed his lips together as he took several quick breaths.

"I think Dumbledore must have gone mad!"

"Then that settles it."

As Fawkes's tail feathers burned away between heaven and earth, Amosta smiled.

"I don't think it will take long. You can wait for me here. Of course, it would be wiser to head to a pub in a nearby town and have a whisky to warm yourselves up."

Naturally, no one wanted to leave.

If they could not stop Amosta Breen from entering Nurmengard, then at the very least, they could not miss a "battle of the century."

After giving the silent crowd one last look, Amosta turned around and prepared to set off for Nurmengard.

"Wait!"

Someone suddenly shouted from the crowd. Amosta turned his gaze toward Louise, questioning her with his eyes.

With so many wizards suddenly looking at her, Louise immediately grew nervous. Her heart pounded wildly like an unbridled horse as she swallowed and tried to steady her breathing. Looking at Amosta on the small slope, Louise took a deep breath.

"You, um... be careful."

Amosta raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. Then Louise nodded.

"I heard from Kingsley about the things that Dark Lord called Grindelwald did."

Her voice paused, and Louise smiled with a trace of sorrow.

"You have to come back safely. I—I also heard how you deal with Muggles who have witnessed magic, so... if—"

Snowflakes drifted down onto the hair of this ordinary yet extraordinary Muggle girl. She lifted her pale face, her eyelashes beaded with crystalline droplets formed from her exhaled breath.

"If I have to