The Intimidating Presence of the Strongest Wizard

Midsummer was approaching. Though it was still early morning, the sunlight spilling across the earth already carried a lazy warmth.

Remus had left the house for the alchemy workshop, while Sirius had gone to work at the Ministry of Magic. After leisurely finishing breakfast, Amosta and Amelia bade Kreacher farewell and stepped outside.

"Much like the American wizarding world, the main means of travel for British wizards are the Floo Network, Apparition, and flying brooms," Amosta said as they descended the steps before the house. "Of course, you can also take the Knight Bus, but it's terribly uncomfortable. If you can't get used to flying on a broom, the Knight Bus won't be a good option for you either."

A magical world she had never encountered before, a life entirely unlike her old one. Even the air seemed to brim with a sense of freshness. It reminded Amelia of the time after she graduated from Ilvermorny and joined MACUSA. Everything filled her with anticipation and curiosity.

"So how are we getting to Diagon Alley?"

Amelia skipped down two steps at once. Her upturned face seemed to glow beneath the brilliant sunlight.

"We'll Apparate to The Leaky Cauldron—it's the passage connecting the wizarding world and the Muggle world. To reach Diagon Alley, you have to pass through that pub. Of course, if you know someone in Diagon Alley, you can use the Floo Network instead. That's what you should do when you start working at Remus's workshop—"

As Amosta spoke, he raised his right hand. Amelia immediately placed her hand in his.

A hazy, unreal blur rapidly blossomed before Amelia's eyes. In an instant, she and Amosta appeared on a crowded Muggle street.

There was clearly magic around their landing spot—perhaps a Confundus Charm and a Banishing Spell—because the nearby people