For the brief half-hour in the bar, Harry was basically hiccuping non-stop.
Eventually, the adults had to find a hotel in advance and booked four rooms for Harry to rest, while the other three found a sunny and well-ventilated corner in the lobby on the first floor and pulled out a deck of cards.
Afternoon...
"Are we really going to play here all day?" Sirius said helplessly, looking at the terrible hand of cards he held.
"What else do you want to do?" Lupin said, placing two more Galleons in the center of the card table.
"Don't you think it's a bit of a waste of our youth to finally come out and just play cards here? This is Sicily, where there are luxury cars, fine wine, beautiful women, beautiful women, and beautiful women! Shouldn't us three big men go out and gallop?" Sirius said, unbuttoning his collar.
"No, I don't have such worldly desires. Falling in love will only slow down my progress in exploring Alchemy." Kayson shook his head.
"What about Remus?"
Lupin's old face reddened: "I've been chatting with Tonks quite a bit these past few days, and I have a strange feeling she likes me."
"...I'll go find Harry. He must have inherited his father's adventurous genes for galloping, and I'll find him a budding romance here." Sirius said, standing up and walking towards the elevator.
"Can you, as a Godfather, be a bit more serious?" Kayson picked up a Galleon from the table and threw it at the back of Sirius's head.
Sirius, who stumbled, bent down to pick up the Galleon and rubbed the back of his head: "I was just joking, wasn't I? I'll call him down and we'll go sunbathe on the beach!" After saying that, he unceremoniously put the Galleon into his pocket and got into the elevator.
About half a minute later, Kayson and Lupin suddenly heard a loud bang in their ears, followed by Sirius's voice.
"You used a Disillusionment Charm? What's the rush?" Lupin asked, puzzled.
"Harry is gone!" Sirius's suppressed, yet frantic voice exploded in their ears!
Kayson and Lupin exchanged glances. The next moment, one walked towards the front desk to check the surveillance footage, and the other, with Sirius, walked towards the fire escape, using Apparition to Harry's room to see if there were any clues.
Soon, Kayson at the front desk had been looking at the surveillance camera for a long time. They had only played cards for an hour. In that hour of surveillance footage, no one had entered Harry's room.
He took a deep breath, maintaining his expression so it wouldn't break down in front of outsiders, which would also save the front desk staff from asking too many questions.
The moment he walked into the stairwell, he immediately used Ender Teleportation to Harry's room: "Either Harry was sleepwalking and failed at cosplaying, or it was a Wizard who did it!"
Meanwhile, Sirius and Lupin were holding their wands, carefully inspecting the entire room: "There are indeed magic fluctuations here, but we don't know where exactly to track them."
"Alright, one of you can go back to England to find Dumbledore and have him check if any Death Eater remnants know our whereabouts. One stays here to hold the fort. And there's no Ministry of Magic in the Italian Wizarding world, but there must be someone in charge, right?" Kayson said quickly.
"Beauxbatons recruits in Italy, so France sometimes manages the Italian Wizarding world," Sirius reminded him.
"Then I'll go to the French Ministry of Magic!" Kayson said, then immediately disappeared from the spot using Ender Teleportation.
French Ministry of Magic...
This time, Kayson was there to ask for help, so he naturally couldn't just appear in the Minister for Magic's office and physically greet him with a sword. Instead, he had to use a more gentle approach.
He took a reservation slip at the front desk, then found a lucky person who was waiting for their appointment with the Minister: "Which number are you?"
The lucky person scratched his head: "I'm next, what's up?"
"Then it's no problem, let's switch." Kayson, without explanation, exchanged their reservation slips and casually gave him two pounds of gold: "Go queue up over there."
Afterward, he ignored the bewildered lucky person and didn't care if the meeting in the Minister's office was finished or not. He simply used Alohomora and boldly walked in.
"Mr. Morgan, it's true that France is taking over the Little Wizardss in Italy, right?"
Mr. Morgan, the Minister for Magic of France, looked at the familiar face that had suddenly burst in... He recalled The Daily Prophet from the England region and felt as if his arm rheumatism was acting up again.
"Hmm?"
Morgan nodded: "That's right."
"Then, since France has inherited this benefit, shouldn't it also bear the corresponding responsibility? Now, my student Harry Potter has been kidnapped by a Wizard in a hotel in Sicily, Italy. The French Ministry of Magic will definitely take responsibility, right?"
Kayson said with a stiff smile.
Morgan looked at the Alchemy Professor in front of him, who didn't follow the rules of the game at all, and subconsciously nodded. After all, if he shook his head, he might have to ask Fudge where his Alchemy prosthetic limb was made.
"Please tell me what happened?"
"He disappeared from his hotel room within an hour. I've checked the surveillance records; no one entered that room, and he didn't leave it. That can only mean magic. Now I need information on all Wizard individuals and Wizard organizations within Italy, and I also need you to have the Aurors help us!" Kayson said in one breath.
"...No problem." Morgan took a deep breath and said stiffly.
"Thank you, Minister." Kayson uncharacteristically said something polite.
"Oh, thank you. I've already had the Head of the Auror Office come here. Now I'll find the archives of the Italian Wizarding world for you. You can find almost all Wizard individuals and Wizard organizations there."
Morgan said, standing up and searching the bookshelf behind him for a while, finally pulling out two large archive bags. "The slightly larger one is for individual files, and the smaller one is for organization files."
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Morgan." Kayson immediately tore open the organization archive. After all, he didn't think that Harry, who was only thirteen years old, would have made enemies with any single person. Dumbledore would handle the situation in England, while he himself was there to solve the problem in Italy.
Still, he wasn't looking for individuals, but for organizations, because perhaps that Wizard crime syndicate wanted to pull off a whole kidnapping and extortion scheme... though the probability was low.
Then, as soon as he turned to the first page, he frowned and quickly translated the French and English. He saw a name he had just recently become familiar with.
[Holy Temple Brotherhood]
[Seeking gifts, family!]
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