Dream

Almost overnight, London had gone from a cold, damp winter to a spring bursting with warmth and blossoms.

A pleasant spring breeze rippled the waters of the River Thames, reflecting the azure sky. On the far bank, the cheerful laughter of a group of foreign tourists visiting London startled Louise from her daze on the balcony. She watched them and followed their retreating figures until they became blurry dark shapes at the edge of her vision.

Several pots of ornamental flowers on the balcony had already sprouted new buds, swaying in the warm, vibrant breeze.

But Louise merely glanced at them before listlessly looking away. She turned toward the glass door separating the bedroom from the balcony and looked at the slightly gloomy face reflected within it.

No one needed to tell Louise that the heated topic stirred up by that evil organization would continue to grip the wizarding world for some time. Amosta Breen's reputation would rise another step because of it. In some ways, the wizarding world was not all that different from hers.

But for her, everything was over.

After returning to London, Amosta had settled her in the Auror safe house where they had first placed her. Now, she knew what Aurors did.

Though she had only been involved in the investigation into Fraser's death for a little over ten days, Louise, as a reporter, knew that information was crucial. In those ten days, a rudimentary outline of the wizarding world had formed in her mind.

Click—

Louise turned the handle and entered the bedroom.

"What luxury."

Looking at the room's classically lavish decor, Louise muttered.

This villa stood in a scenic area along the River Thames. The cost of buying it was probably an astonishing figure, yet the wizards had bought it as a temporary