The Weasley twins looked aggrievedly at their mother, though their eyes still gleamed with mischievous light, as if they were plotting some sort of trouble.
After sending the Weasley twins off to put out the fire, Mrs. Weasley looked around the long table. "Where did little Hermione go? Didn't she come here with Dumbledore and the others?"
Ron shook his head. "She's already gone to Italy with her parents."
Kayson looked up at the ceiling. Why did he remember Ron saying it was Canada before?
And what country was Italy supposed to be?
"You should have told us earlier. You made us come all this way for nothing!" Mad-Eye Moody said gruffly.
"I didn't expect you all to be planning on gathering everyone together. I thought you were just asking for an address," Ron explained helplessly.
"Forget it. Since things have come to this, let's eat first. The Granger family is in Italy... hmm?" Dumbledore suddenly felt that something was off, but in the end, he did not say it aloud.
A lively dinner was about to begin, and there was still an empty seat beside Kayson.
Harriet looked at that seat and could not help pulling a pained face. She could have guessed with her knees who that seat had been saved for.
And only Kayson and Dumbledore could stand sitting beside that person.
Soon enough, the doors in the distance were pushed open again. Snape strode in, dusty from travel and dressed in a raincoat. He casually took it off and hung it on the coat rack before taking his seat.
"Now, let us all eat, though Sirius should have been the one to say that." Dumbledore raised his goblet and took the first sip.
As he ate, Snape kept looking at Harriet, who was seated diagonally across