At the Ministry of Magic, Minister Weasley sternly reprimanded his subordinates.
At the Malfoy Club, the head of the Malfoy family cheered himself hoarse for his team.
Astoria watched her husband helplessly, hoping Scorpius would not act like his father at school.
At Hogwarts, Professor Longbottom had a headache over the missing plants in his greenhouse.
At Delacour Manor in Paris, Ms. Delacour opened the Owlery to find it piled high with love letters.
At Durmstrang, Professor Edgar stood outside the door, listening expressionlessly as his students said he looked like a vampire.
At Ilvermorny, it was already time for Professor Ladislaw's class, but he was tracing his fingers over a world map, muttering about where to go next.
In the treehouse, Mr. Diggory endured his wife's nagging with a headache. Even Cho Chang, Ravenclaw's beautiful belle, had begun fussing over trivial matters like an Eastern housewife.
On an otherwise empty stretch of the Atlantic Ocean, one large ship after another emerged from beneath the water. The person standing on the bow deck wore a ring on her ring finger.
She had grown even more beautiful, with hair like silk and snow-white skin.
He saw it. He saw everything.
Including the gift box that looked so out of place inside the Magic Tower.
There was a note left on it.
"Good morning, Wizard King."
"I inherited your clumsiness, but I think this is the best gift for our loyal friend."
"This time, it's your turn."
"You selfish, greedy man."
Albania.
This primeval forest had never been so lively.
Nor had anyone ever been mad enough to hold a wedding here.
Fortunately, the couple getting married had a group of very good friends.
Lucky, the famous, mysterious wizard who frequented the black market and claimed he could get anything, gave