After being transported by a Portkey, the prepared Sean did not fall to the ground again. He staggered slightly, and though he looked a little disheveled, he managed to steady himself.
"Where is this..." Sean looked around in confusion.
It was an elegant, distinctive room, filled with Magical Items of all kinds and strange shapes. Along the walls leaned numerous bizarre specimens; Sean could only tell that they were some kind of animal.
On the other side stood a classical desk before a railing, with an ornate, elegant ceiling lamp above it. Behind the wooden railing was a huge floor-to-ceiling window patterned in a grid. From Sean's angle, he could see the rolling mountains outside. Their peaks were already blanketed in snow, clearly visible even in the darkness of night.
A terrible premonition suddenly rose within Sean. Hogwarts had no place like this...
He pulled out his wand and slowly walked up to the railing.
Leaning over, Sean saw that he was apparently on the second floor of the office. The first floor held sofas and a coffee table, seemingly intended for receiving guests.
"Where exactly is this..." Sean turned his head, only to spot a flash of fiery red on the desk.
It was a magnificent, enormous red tail feather.
A word immediately sprang into Sean's mind: phoenix.
Was the owner of this office connected to Dumbledore?
Beneath the Phoenix Feather, a sheet of parchment lay quietly on the desktop.
Sean leaned closer and saw several names.
"Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom..."
Before he could finish reading, a voice rang out that instantly made his entire body tense.
"Oh, Sean, it's been a long time."
Sean stiffly raised his head and saw that wild, unrestrained yet immensely imposing old man.
I was still too young... Sean lowered his head with