"You good kid?." The Misteryas man asked me.

-Meanwhile-

William and Purrlock weren't the only two to see the Yellow light.

It was just another day at the ministry until.

"What on Marlen was that yellow light?." Asked a brightly pink-dressed woman to the man next to her.

"I don't know but I'm gonna figure it out!."Said the man.

"Fudge you don't think... you know who came back do you?." An intern asked.

"No of course, not he has been dead for 9 years!."Fudge said annoyed with the intern.

"Sude we still figure out what the light was? "Asked a woman.

"Of course, that light Would be impossible for anyone to make so go and figure out what it is before that Rita Skeeter woman Write something about it!" Fudge said to the woman.

-At Hogwarts-

Poppy Pomfrey was helping out a student who was a victim of Fred and George Who got hit with several Dungbomb.

"Here just shower in this Sope for a couple of hours then you will be ok," Madam Pomfrey said and gave the student the Sope wen.

"Ouch, my eye!."the student said.

"Can someone keep the light down I'm trying to sleep. " A student complained.

'did a student do something?.' Madam Pomfre that.

"Is everyone okay?" asks a calming voice. 

"Head Master, what was that light?" Madam Pomfre asks Dumbledore.

"Not sure but I don't think we need to worry about it for now," Dumbledore said in a calming voice.

"Why wasn't it near the school what if the students are in danger?." Madam Pomfre asked concern.

"Don't wear Pomfre That came from all the way from America I don't think we have to worry about it," Dumbledore replied.

"It came from all the way from America!..  how on Marlen did we see it?" Madam Pomfre asked.

"Pomfre if it was any danger to us the ministry will take care of it.. anyway don't you have a student to help?." Dumbledore replied in a jovial tone.

"If you say so headmaster.."Madam Pomfre said and went to help the students.

-In the heart of a serene countryside-

An old house with a weathered stone wall stands as a testament to the passage of time. It's nestled within a vast green grass field, its rugged beauty complemented by the distant trees, their leaves whispering secrets of generations past. A solitary tree, vibrant and full, serves as a sentinel at the house's entrance, casting its protective shade. The old house, with broken windows that bear witness to the trials of ages, still exudes an aura of resilience, standing tall despite the challenges it has weathered. A close-up of a stone tower showcases the enduring craftsmanship of a bygone era, its stony facade telling tales of days long past. a testament to the enduring warmth and stories shared within these hallowed walls.

Amidst the tranquil surroundings, an older, grizzled individual with a rugged and weathered appearance. His face is marked by numerous scars exits his home, carrying a briefcase, and goes to another tree hinting at hidden mysteries, its form partially obscured by the mists of history, leaving one to wonder about the stories it may hold. 

As the man goes to water the tree with a watering can. A yellow light covered the man. He stayed there doing nothing until.

"WHO IS THERE!." The man screamed while poling a wand out of his back pocket.

The man seemed to have calmed down if anyone who knew him would tell you. He was not known for being calm, especially when he was surprised by anything.

"A yellow light... just as he said... well guess I have to keep my end of the deal," he said as he opened the briefcase as he pull out a broomstick that looked more like a wheelchair.

"I guess it's time to get you an upgrade...  and extra Seats," He said as he took off to the sky.