07/09/1987
Monday, 7th September
Dear diary, today when I got home, Dad told me to pack a suitcase for a 4-day trip with formal clothes.
It was a very hectic day between queuing for a long time and taking an international portkey to Munich. Once in a room in a very elegant hotel, Dad told me that we would be attending the International Magical Awards Conference.
It seems that this year Perenelle Flamel, Nicolas Flamel's wife and a great potioneer, will be one of the judges, which is a one-in-a-million chance to perhaps get some Elixir of Life, as it is rumored to be the first prize in one of the contests.
Normally Dad hates these awards because they are for snobbish people with a lot of money and resources, an extremely pompous and extravagant event, but he wants to remove the horcrux from my scar no matter what, and there is nothing and no one that will stop his effort.
Did I ever tell you, diary, how much I love my dad? He is the best! I'm sure Dad will win all the awards until he gets the elixir.
Bye.