The International Confederation of Wizards Conference not only set a date, but also extended its duration.
Normally, the International Confederation of Wizards Conference lasted around four days, but this time it had been changed to a full week.
The venue had also been changed. The International Confederation of Wizards Conference, originally held in central Paris, would now take place at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.
The awards ceremony would be held on the final day of the International Confederation of Wizards Conference, alongside the closing ceremony.
For Wizet, this counted as good news.
At the end of the school year, Madame Maxime had invited him and Luna, in her capacity as headmistress, hoping they could visit Beauxbatons.
Once the International Confederation of Wizards Conference's date had been confirmed, Wizet and the others adjusted their travel route, setting their final destination near the Pyrenees, where Beauxbatons was located.
On the final day of the International Confederation of Wizards Conference, Wizet slowly opened his eyes and woke up in bed.
The sun had yet to rise. The room was filled with a cold blue-gray hue; the light was not especially bright, but it was enough for him to make out his surroundings.
The air held a chill as well. With a slightly deeper breath, he could feel the cold at the tip of his nose.
He and Luna had both developed the habit of waking at this hour, unless something unexpected happened, such as being knocked unconscious.
After getting up, Wizet realized that Harry and Neville had apparently woken even earlier. Both were staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, their gazes somewhat blank.
Hearing the rustling, Harry and Neville slightly raised their heads and looked at Wizet, who had stood up.
"Wizet..." Harry asked tentatively. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"No!