Switzerland, deep within Mount Pilatus, stood a monastery concealed by protective magic.
Jacob Kowalski sat beside Dumbledore. "Mr. Dumbledore, it seems you're in a very good mood today."
Dumbledore was enjoying his breakfast: a serving of carrot cake drenched in honey, a bowl of rice pudding soaked in raspberry jam, and a steaming cup of black tea.
Unlike Dumbledore, who was smiling broadly as he enjoyed his rice pudding, the heads of the Department of International Magical Cooperation attending the "temporary International Confederation of Wizards meeting" wore far more serious expressions.
The heads of the Department of International Magical Cooperation clearly had no mind for breakfast, discussing various matters with grave faces.
Perhaps so as not to interrupt the conversation, they chewed much faster than usual whenever they spooned food into their mouths.
"A wonderful day begins with breakfast, doesn't it?" Dumbledore said with a smile. He had already finished his rice pudding and picked up the plate of carrot cake, launching a new assault.
"I rather like the breakfasts here. Everything is delicious... It's like a reminder that even in the most difficult times, life still has moments worth savoring. What do you think, Mr. Kowalski?"
Jacob Kowalski chewed a slice of ham and nodded unhurriedly. "That sounds very sensible."
Noticing the cheese and ham on Jacob Kowalski's plate, Dumbledore offered his "professional advice."
"You should really try the oatmeal fruit yogurt cup. It's quite good! But don't order the raspberry one, because I've eaten them all."
Jacob Kowalski smiled faintly. "I see. Then I'll have an apple one..."
Dumbledore and Jacob Kowalski left the dining hall together and headed for the bright, spacious conference chamber.
The heads of the Department of International Magical Cooperation followed close behind and took their seats upon arriving in the conference chamber.