Early morning.
This was the day of the convention, and whether sensing something amiss or not, the sun had long failed to appear, only thick clouds lingered in the sky.
The world was somber, the light dim, and the atmosphere slightly oppressive.
Under these circumstances, Richard stepped out from the Stone Building and saw a large group of wizards standing outside, talking to each other, each with a hint of restlessness etched onto their faces.
Hmm?
After observing, Richard raised his eyebrows in confusion, quickly walked toward Teddy in the crowd, and lightly patted him on the shoulder, asking, "What's going on? Why is everyone gathered here? Shouldn't we be preparing to enter the venue and attend the convention by now?"
