Jerry arrived at Stett Manor in France by Portkey once again. Compared with a few years ago, the place seemed largely unchanged.
Rosier, her hair a mass of silver, had long been waiting for Jerry at the manor gates.
"Mrs. Rosier, it's been a while!" Jerry greeted her with a smile.
"Yes, it certainly has!"
After exchanging a brief greeting, Jerry followed Rosier into the manor.
"Did you find him?" Jerry asked as they walked.
"We've already brought him back. He fled toward Northern Europe, where we have plenty of informants." Rosier nodded. "But Jerry, will that girl you chose be up to it? She's only just graduated from Beauxbatons. Isn't she a little too young?"
"Is there anyone better?" Jerry and Rosier left the garden and reached the manor's lake. They stood on the dock as the setting sun spilled like molten gold over the rippling water. "You weren't much older than her when you joined the Pure-Blood Party, were you? Besides, over the next few years, having a local French family cover for you—and even gather intelligence for you—will make the Pure-Blood Party's operations much smoother!"
"All right! I'll do my best to teach her." Though Rosier's expression remained stern, there was a hint of approval in it. "Hopefully, she'll grow into the role soon!"
"Come on, let's see the man you caught. He's the graduation gift I promised her!" Jerry smiled, then left the dock with Rosier and headed for the manor's Alchemy Room, where he had studied Forbidden Human Alchemy a few years earlier.
Place Fürstenberg was a small, unremarkable square, beneath which lay the French Ministry of Magic.
In the Muggle café beside the square, Jerry took the same seat he had occupied on his last visit. This was where he and Pheobe had