Chapter 813: Long-Awaited Reunion
As the home of Beauxbatons—one of the three major wizarding schools in Europe—and birthplace of the famed alchemist Nicolas Flamel, France holds a prestigious place in the magical world.
Though it may not be as globally recognized or celebrated as Britain, there is one point of pride... The French Minister for Magic can confidently proclaim at diplomatic meetings that their country hasn’t produced a single notorious Dark wizard in the past few centuries—giving them a far better reputation than Britain by any measure.
It was only seventy years ago, when Grindelwald suddenly appeared to hold a rally, that France’s centuries-long peace was disrupted.
But that was the one and only time. Ever since Grindelwald, the region has remained peaceful, and French wizards appear more relaxed compared to their British counterparts.
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In the heart of Paris, at the center of Place Fürstenberg, stood a building with a particularly unique shape—its exterior resembled an arrow pointing left, or rather, a vertical triangle.
Its unusual design had drawn quite a bit of attention, making it a minor local attraction. What most people didn’t know, however, was that this building was even more famous in the wizarding world.
This was the French Ministry of Magic—and Kyle’s destination.
Even though the drunken Muggle hadn’t answered Kyle’s question, the moment he heard it, the answer had already taken shape in his mind.
Which meant Kyle didn’t need a response. The Wampus Cat had seen everything clearly: this precise location, along with a complete map of the city.
Fortunately, Kyle hadn’t been far from Place Fürstenberg—just a few streets away—and he reached it within half an hour.
At eight o’clock sharp, Kyle stood before the massive glass doors. After adjusting his clothes, he walked forward calmly.