The Owlery, a cylindrical stone building that housed the school's and students' owls, stood atop the lofty West Tower of Hogwarts. With no glass in its windows, the winter wind swept through the openings, leaving the place bitterly cold.
Hundreds of owls perched on the rafters all the way up to the top of the Tower. Straw covered the floor, with tiny animal bones buried beneath it.
"Hoot, hoot!" An owl flew toward the Owlery from afar, a letter in its beak and a parcel clutched in its talons, and landed on the shoulder of Jerry, who had been waiting for quite some time.
"Thanks for your hard work!" Jerry said softly, taking the envelope and parcel from the owl. To show his gratitude, he took out some nuts from Tom's private stash and fed them to the hardworking school owl.
Half a month earlier, Jerry had written to Ms. Rosier in distant France, asking about the leads her investigations into the Apostles Organization had uncovered over the years.
He had decided against sending Tom entirely because Tom's appearance was far too conspicuous. He looked like a plump black chicken; never mind flying through the sky delivering letters, simply standing on the ground was enough to draw attention. Jerry had not forgotten that a group of pure-bloods was still waiting for him outside, so he had to be especially careful and cautious.
"Has the reply arrived? That seems faster than I expected." Grindelwald's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of curiosity.
Jerry turned around to find Grindelwald standing quietly in a thick coat with a stand-up collar, watching him with interest.
*When I looked for you half a month ago, you were nowhere to be found. Now that I've received Ms. Rosier's reply and got what I wanted, you