New York City Hall stood in the center of City Hall Park in Lower Manhattan's Civic Center. It was the oldest city hall in the United States still in use.
Built between 1803 and 1812, New York City Hall was added to the United States National Register of Historic Places in 1966 and became a United States National Historic Landmark. Its Rotunda was also a New York City landmark.
Hermione sat on a garden bench, squinting up at the sunlight before looking toward the park entrance again, filled with an unusual sense of anticipation.
She was looking forward to the day she reunited with her friends.
I wonder how everyone's been doing these past few days?
Hermione lowered her head and took a folded newspaper from her little bag. When she unfolded it, there were Harry, Ron, and Malfoy dancing in ballet costumes.
Her pretty face blossomed like a flower, her eyes curving into a gentle smile.
Her slender fingers smoothed the creases in the photograph, and an indescribable excitement stirred inside her.
Once they're back, I'll show them this photograph.
As Hermione thought this, she raised her head, her rosy face seeming to glow in the sunlight. A figure was slowly approaching in the distance. She narrowed her eyes slightly, then brightened.
She stood and waved.
"Cedric, over here!"
There was no denying that Cedric had learned a lot over the past seven days. Swayed by love, the female agent had dressed him up as though he were her boyfriend.
Compared with the handsome but slightly boyish lad he had been before, he now looked like a Hollywood heartthrob.
On the other side, the three idiots-Harry, Ron, and Malfoy-also appeared, all wearing unbearably smug expressions.
They swaggered along as though all of New York belonged to them.
"Guys! We've