Germany and France joined forces to apply pressure? Douglas: I only do business with friends!

The clamor of Diagon Alley was shut out of the Griffin's Nest.

This was the second floor of the Griffin's Nest, a private space closed to the public.

Ancient magical lamps cast a honey-colored glow, illuminating the exquisite tapestries on the walls depicting the lives of ancient alchemists.

The scent of butter-seared scallops drifted through the air, mingling with the faint astringency of tannins from fine red wine.

Crystal glasses clinked, crisp and restrained.

Finely dressed wizards conversed in low voices about Quidditch, antique flying broomsticks, and the Ministry of Magic's latest tedious decrees.

Everything seemed sophisticated and... safe.

At the center of the main table, Douglas Holmes had not joined Minister Fudge and the others in their lofty discussions.

He merely reclined quietly against his chair, gently swirling a glass of scarlet red wine from Burgundy, France, in one hand.

The wine left thick trails of tears along the glass.

He was like the eye of a storm.

Silent, yet his presence set all the air around him churning with hidden currents.

At last, someone could no longer hold back.

An impeccably dressed middle-aged wizard with meticulously combed hair approached Douglas of his own accord, carrying a wineglass and wearing a flawless smile.

On his chest was a badge of a black eagle entwined with a wand.

Heinrich Schneider, senior adviser to the Germany Ministry of Magic.

"Professor Holmes, I've long heard of your distinguished reputation."

Every syllable of his English was precisely enunciated, carrying a German rigidity and rigor.

"Your works under the pen name The Banana-Loving Honey Badger have enjoyed remarkable sales in our country. Many young Aurors are fans of yours."

He had chosen the safest and most flattering identity through which to approach him.

Bestselling author.

A harmless, popular identity, suitable for dinner-party conversation.

Douglas