Furious

Amosta had long been a household name in the British wizarding world. By now, unless he deliberately concealed himself, anyone with the intent could always find out where he was.

Before he and Remus had even boarded the plane, the upper ranks of the British Ministry of Magic had already learned that he would be returning to London today.

After the weekend, Monday morning was the busiest time of the week. Many serious matters required the Minister for Magic's personal decision, yet Cornelius Fudge's office had remained tightly shut for several hours. Every visitor who approached rashly received only a harsh rebuke.

"Black has taken leave from Madam Bones, Minister Fudge, Madam Umbridge—"

Delix pulled a red paper airplane stamped with a seal from the Minister for Magic's fireplace. After hurriedly unfolding and glancing over it, the color on his sweaty face changed slightly, and he blurted out.

When he turned around, the two gloomy stares that met him made Delix's brow twitch sharply. Still, under the crushing pressure, he forced out in a strained voice,

"Word has come from the people watching Black. Just twenty minutes ago, Black submitted a leave request to Madam Bones, saying he was going to a Muggle airport to meet Breen and that Werewolf."

The atmosphere in the office was as heavy as lead and mercury. Even the paper airplanes circling overhead seemed to sense the oppressive weight. Like Delix, they kept far away, not daring to approach the two Ministry of Magic officials seated across the desk from each other.

"Just as I told you, Minister!"

Umbridge stared anxiously at Fudge's round face, dark enough to drip water. Amid the irritating tick-tock of the pendulum clock, she cried in her shrill voice,

"We can't keep indulging in fantasies any longer."

"I am not