In Northern Europe, inside a secluded ancient castle.
A dashing man with black hair and deep blue eyes stood before the door of an exquisitely furnished room, his face apologetic yet tinged with disappointment.
"Britney, I thought you would be more reasonable. You should still remember how noble our cause is, shouldn't you? How could you do something like this at a time like this?" the black-haired man said, his tone equal parts disappointment and apology.
"Joker, I've already compromised. But this matter has crossed my bottom line." Inside the room, a woman with black hair and a graceful figure sat on a delicate little sofa, speaking without even raising her head.
"I thought you knew perfectly well what sort of people that couple are. They aren't suited to our plans at all! They're a disgrace to wizards!"
"Yes, the Lestranges certainly aren't good people, and we won't remain in their company in the end. But right now, we still need to cooperate with them. You should understand the difficult position I'm in. Hasn't Zou already shown us the future?"
"All predictions of the future are vague and chaotic. Even Zou can't be certain what exactly he's seen." The woman on the sofa rose and walked to the door, facing the black-haired man.
Had Neville or Harry and the others been there, they would have recognized that beautiful face. This was Britney Longbottom, whom Neville and the Longbottom family were all worried about.
The two stood on opposite sides of the doorway, neither taking a step forward. Just then, a gentle breeze swept past the ends of Longbottom's hair.
The tips of her hair brushed lightly past the doorframe, and something strange happened. The few strands that had entered the doorway were repelled with a sharp crackle. Both their gazes