"Praise Merlin! There you are Alanticora!" Mr Fudge hurried towards a Witch in a light emerald robe, he hood covered her head completely, it was shocking that she could see through it. "Please, I'm begging you, make the Bulgarian Minister feel welcome." Mr Fudge sounded hopeless. "Yes, Sir." Alanticora spoke in an emotionless Russian voice, she approached the Bulgarian Minster. Harry seemed to be the only person who noticed her, he only notice her because Mr Fudge brought her up, now he could see what Percy meant by the fact she was a ghost, because if Fudge had never pointed her out he would never have seen her walk past. Harry listened in on her conversation. "Welcome to England, we are happy you have come." Alanticora spoke in perfect Bulgarian. "Thank you so much, please give Fudge my regards for the language barrier, we are honored to be here, England has beautiful forests and fields." The Minister responded. "Follow me, I'll escort you to your seats." Harry watched Alanticora gesture for the Minister to follow her. "She's brilliant, isn't she? If I had her as a Daughter I'd be very proud of her." Mr Fudge mumbled.