Chapter 60

Chapter 60: The Arrival of Nations

The anticipation that had been simmering within Hogwarts burst into a vibrant spectacle as the first delegations arrived. The castle, usually a bastion of familiar routines, transformed into a bustling hub of international wizarding culture.

The grand courtyard, usually a place for students to practice spells or socialize, became a stage for a dazzling display of magical transport. A shimmering portal, swirling with iridescent colors, deposited a group of wizards from Japan, their traditional kimonos fluttering in the crisp autumn air. Moments later, a majestic airship, its hull adorned with Celtic knotwork, descended from the clouds, carrying druids from Ireland, their faces etched with ancient wisdom.

Students lined the ramparts and windows, their eyes wide with wonder as they witnessed the arrival of delegations from all corners of the globe. Wizards and witches from the African continent, their robes woven with vibrant patterns, arrived on enchanted sandships, their movements as fluid as the desert winds. A delegation from the Scandinavian countries, their faces pale and their eyes piercing, arrived on sleds pulled by magnificent, snow-white wolves.

The Great Hall, usually reserved for meals and announcements, became a vibrant marketplace. Stalls lined the walls, showcasing magical artifacts, exotic ingredients, and enchanted creations from various cultures. The air was thick with the scent of unfamiliar spices, the sounds of foreign languages, and the flash of unique spells.

Maya, her eyes sparkling with excitement, dragged Elara and Liam from stall to stall, eager to sample the exotic treats and admire the dazzling displays. She tried on a feathered headdress from a South American delegation, her laughter echoing through the hall.

"This is amazing!" she exclaimed, twirling around. "It's like a magical world tour!"

Liam, ever the scholar, lingered at a stall displaying ancient scrolls from Egypt, his brow furrowed in concentration as he deciphered the hieroglyphs. He purchased a small, intricately carved amulet, its surface etched with symbols of protection.

Elara, however, found herself drawn to the edges of the crowd, her gaze fixed on the interactions between the delegations. She noticed subtle tensions, fleeting expressions of unease, and a sense of guardedness that belied the festive atmosphere.

She observed a group of wizards from a remote Himalayan mountain range, their eyes darting nervously as they spoke in hushed tones. She noticed a delegation from Eastern Europe, their faces etched with a cold determination, their movements precise and controlled.

"Something's not right," she said, her voice barely audible. "There's a tension in the air, a sense of… hidden agendas."

"Maybe you're just imagining things," Liam suggested, though his tone held a hint of doubt. "It's natural to be wary after everything we've been through."

"I hope you're right," Elara replied, her gaze shifting to a group of students from Beauxbatons, their elegant robes shimmering in the candlelight. "But I can't shake this feeling. It's like a subtle undercurrent, a sense of something… waiting."

She noticed a young witch from a delegation she didn't recognize, standing alone, her gaze fixed on the crowd. There was a look in her eyes, a flicker of something dark, something familiar that sent a chill down Elara's spine. It was a look that reminded her of the shadow figure, a look that spoke of hidden motives and dark intentions.

"That girl," Elara said, pointing discreetly. "Keep an eye on her."

Liam and Maya followed her gaze, their expressions turning serious. They knew that Elara's instincts were rarely wrong. The arrival of nations had brought not only excitement but also a sense of unease, a feeling that something sinister lurked beneath the surface of the gra

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