Rita's Quick-Quotes Quill nearly pierced her notebook.
The Auror put away his wand, opened his document folder, and spread a prepared document across the coffin lid.
Scrimgeour accepted a quill dipped in ink and signed his name at the bottom of the document.
His handwriting was firm, without a trace of hesitation.
He set down the quill and straightened up.
His gaze swept over the faces of the delegation members on the Viewing Stand-Italy's Alberti was nodding slightly, the witch from MACUSA was murmuring something to her assistant, and several members of the French delegation exchanged glances.
"The Ministry of Magic officially confirms."
Scrimgeour's voice was not loud, but magical amplification carried it throughout the vale.
"Fenrir Greyback, deceased. File sealed."
He paused for a beat.
"Transfer complete."
He turned and walked back to his command position, his steps heavier than when he had come.
His boot heels clacked against the gravel.
Sirius watched it all from beside a protective pillar.
He took a piece of chocolate from his pocket, broke off half, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Beautiful."
He chewed his chocolate, mumbling the word.
Fudge suppressed his displeasure, acknowledging the respectful looks from other countries' Ministry of Magic officials while glaring viciously at Sirius.
It had to be this fellow who had secretly struck some sort of covert arrangement with Scrimgeour.
This moment should have belonged to him.
On the other side of the Moonlight Field.
Marco did not look a second time.
He had turned away the moment Oliver stepped forward.
He was speaking quietly with Minister Alberti of the Italy Delegation.
"There are still three unregistered communities south of Rome."
Marco's voice was low, his Italian accent drawing out every vowel.
"The group in Calabria is the most difficult. They've spent over a decade in