At the far right of the Viewing Stand's front row.
MACUSA's senior representative, a middle-aged witch in a dark coat, slowly lowered her binoculars.
Her expression had not changed from beginning to end.
Calm, professional, restrained.
But the hand holding the binoculars lingered in midair for an extra second.
Just one second.
Then she turned to the assistant beside her.
"Once we get back, submit a proposal to the presidium immediately to introduce the improved potion."
The assistant's pen hovered over the notebook for a moment in hesitation.
"Our relationship with the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic-"
"To hell with the relationship."
The witch's voice was quiet, but every word was clear and firm.
"This is medicine, not politics."
The assistant lowered their head and began writing rapidly.
The witch raised her binoculars again, training them on the figure in silver-gray robes at the center of the Moonlight Field.
"Write down that man's name."
"Which man?"
"Lupin. Remus Lupin."
Her gaze passed through the binoculars, across half the valley.
"And the one leaning against the pillar drinking tea."
"...Douglas Holmes?"
"Yes."
The witch lowered her binoculars.
"Those two names will be in our textbooks next year."
On the high ground at the rear of the valley.
Dumbledore stood on the jutting rock.
His hands were folded before him, and moonlight shone on his Half-moon Spectacles, reflecting two silver arcs.
He said nothing.
He simply smiled.
It was a rare sort of smile.
Not his usual shrewd smile in the Great Hall, the one that said everything was under control.
Not the mischievous smile he wore when saying "Lemon Drops" to Fudge.
Nor the smile of someone facing a worthy opponent when sparring with Douglas.
This was a pure smile.
The sort of smile that could only belong to a