Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle's main tower.

It was a large and handsome square room, with some curious silverware on a table with tapered legs.

Those are the alchemical magic products left over from the previous... oh no, or rather the previous principal.

In the room, two witches from the Scottish Highlands were enjoying afternoon tea leisurely.

Elena is holding a gold-painted porcelain cup. Black tea is swaying in the cup, reflecting her lake-blue eyes. On the eucalyptus table not far away are biscuits, cakes, and various items carefully baked by the school's house elves.

There were various candies, and in addition, there was a small box of half-eaten ginger salamander cookies on the side.

However, ginger newt biscuits are not prepared in the Hogwarts kitchen. Elena doesn't like the taste. It is the current headmaster's hobby.

She blew the tea in her hand gently. Even if she could freeze the tea with just one thought, she preferred this slow and comfortable rhythm.

Not far away from her, behind the mahogany desk that originally belonged to Dumbledore, the current principal was flipping through a thick stack of documents.

Unlike parchment paper, which is common in the wizarding world, those documents are all white printing paper, which is common in the Muggle world.

"Do you still have any doubts, Professor McGonagall?" Elena took a sip of tea and asked, "Or should we go and capture Professor Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall shook her head, put down the document in her hand and took a deep breath, looked up at Elena and smiled.

"No, Dumbledore has worked hard for decades, so it's better not to disturb his vacation."

"That's not the reason for you to capture the strong man," Elena curled her lips, "If you keep asking me to work for nothing, I will capture Dumbledore..."

"The old school year is over and the new school year is about to begin. The people who caused these troubles should at least be responsible for answering questions, right?"

Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly, stood up, and walked to the window of the principal's office.

She looked at the lights in the distance of the castle. The bustle and bustle of the academy city was still going on. It was a bustling scene that had never appeared in Hogwarts.

"Besides, there are so many people and troubles, you don't want to leave them all to me, an old witch who is closed in the school, right?"

She whispered, thoughtfully rubbing the Tarot card in her hand - the Major Arcana [Moon].

Although he doesn’t like divination, this does not prevent Mag from knowing the meaning of this tarot card:

Just like her state at this time, in Tarot interpretation, [Moon] is a card that represents confusion, distress and uneasiness.

Under the moonlight, the lobster climbed out of the water and walked towards the Moon Goddess. It had to choose the correct one of the two towers in the distance, because that tower was the only way to see the Moon Goddess. The wolves and hunting dogs on the shore were also attracted to the Moon Goddess.

I didn't notice the lobster so close to Chi Chi for the time being.

The dog represents the crayfish's dependence on the old world, while the wolf represents the crayfish's fear.

Professor McGonagall didn't know if everyone's cards were like this, but the card given to her was obviously carefully selected.

"The Great Arcana Council? So that's the name -"

Professor McGonagall murmured, looking at the lights outside the window, her face obscured by the shadows.

Elena didn't hurry to urge Mag. When the other party took the Major Arcana, the answer was given.

After a while, Professor McGonagall took a long breath and put away the cards.

She leaned against the window sill, her eyes fell on the sparkling black lake surface under the moonlight, and said quietly.

"...Miss Kaslana, two years ago, before the start of school, I 'kidnapped' a special student from the small town on Loch Lomond."

"I knew at that time that she would definitely become a huge problem in Hogwarts - but I never thought that in just two years, we would actually be discussing whether to capture Professor Dumbledore in the principal's office. Think about it carefully

, since you arrived at the school, time in the magical world seems to have been compressed."

Listening to Professor McGonagall talk about her enrollment at that time, Elena lowered her eyes and blew circles of beautiful ripples on the tea.

"Yes, it's been two years -"

Professor McGonagall suddenly laughed and looked at the little witch she had kidnapped with a playful expression.

"Then in two years, will Hogwarts become a trouble for you?"

"Who knows, maybe it will, maybe it won't."

Elena's voice was very calm, and she gently stroked the back of her smooth hand.

She can break the oath at any time now, but neither she nor Dumbledore seems to have forgotten this.

Maybe Professor McGonagall just subconsciously asked casually. She paused for a few seconds and returned to the mahogany desk.

"No matter what, I will protect Hogwarts here until the last moment. If there are any differences, I will stand on the side of the school's interests."

Looking at the serious-looking older cat lady, Elena shrugged noncommittally and said nothing.

The two of them pulled each other onto the "thief ship" and it was a draw.

"Speaking of which..."

Professor McGonagall looked at the documents, hesitated for a few seconds, and gently rubbed her forehead.

"The Lord of Gringotts, the Fairy Queen, the Fool, Captain Hyperion, Foundation O5-0... where is your end point?"

"end?"

Elena thought carefully, tilted her head and said seriously.

"Well, Magic Goddess? That's enough, isn't it-"

"Goddess of Magic?"

Professor McGonagall repeated softly and raised her eyebrows.

"It's a bit arrogant, but considering what may happen now and in the future, it's not impossible."

"It just might be a little unlucky."

Elena groaned and looked at her fingertips in a daze.

Nico Flamel has many research results, most of which are based on the field of magic stones.

As she becomes closer to a pure-blood "succubus" and has affinity with the Demonic Network, she is almost immersed in the birth of the Philosopher's Stone all the time.

On the bright side, she has enough time to let the magic come little by little. The only regret is...

Immortality?

…

time flies.

Half a year later, the Ministry of Magic completed debugging of the Magic Network.

Like the stars in the night, the Magic Network flickered one after another around the world.

Almost at the same time, werewolf serum began to be piloted in the armies of various non-magical countries.

The International Federation of Wizards finally realized the crisis, and the Ministry of Magic declared a state of emergency.

…………

one year later.

Azkaban Wizarding Prison.

Barty Crouch stood at the prison door, with an angry and frightened Dementor behind him.

The source of their fear was the wizards in black in front of them holding up their wands to welcome Lockhart out of prison.

In front of all the wizards in black, a Russian shrew in a white coat was looking at him tenderly.

"Warden, I leave Azkaban to you——"

Lockhart nodded to Old Barty and took out a novel from his arms.

That was what he wrote a few years ago.

Someone told him that when he deletes all other people's stories, the rest will belong to him.

Lockhart opened the book for the last time, and found his own story on the page that was mostly covered with black ink.

He took a deep breath and waved towards the silent wizard in black behind him.

"Let's go, humans should not continue to live in the unknown."

…………

Two years later, a cure for lycanthropy was successfully developed.

Muggle-Werewolf-Squib-Wizard, this transformation path has become a reality.

The conflict that lingered over the magical and non-magical worlds was gone.

The era of universal wizards has arrived.

Half of the graduates of Hogwarts in recent years have become teachers—in ordinary schools in the non-magical world.

Salzburg, Austria, became the first non-magical city in human history to experience magic.

Dumbledore, who had been missing for several years, suddenly appeared.

Then there was Nurmengard Castle.

Of course, now people are gradually starting to call it another name:

Nurmengard's "Magical Science" School, but in official documents, it also has a special magic writing method.

That is based on the name of the school's founder, and the magic text translates to "GG&AD Magic School".

…………

Three years later, the honeymoon between the magical and non-magical governments is finally over.

The clouds of war began to brew on the immature magic civilization.
To be continued...