Some time had passed since the events of the Morning with the Ministry event and it was truly a pity that the Fountain of the Magical Brethren's return was so short lived. Despite the efforts up to now, the fountain continued to produce its deep crimson liquid and the wands jetting out the Sign of the Deathly Hallows. A large beige cover had been placed over the entirety to hide the uncomfortable sight, but just because it was out of sight did not mean that it was out of mind.

The ancient Dark magic was as stubborn as it was powerful.