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As Leo stepped out of the conference hall, the tension from the failed negotiations still hung heavy in the air.
His boots echoed against the marble corridor until hurried footsteps closed in from behind.
Minister Jenkins, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald caught up to him, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and urgency.
"Leo,"
Jenkins began, matching his stride,
"What you said to me back there? About magic is it true? And why the sudden… shift in your tone toward the muggle representatives?"
Leo didn't slow his pace.
"Because,"
He said calmly,
"The magic has contacted me."
Jenkins frowned, as if unsure she'd heard him correctly.
Frown~
"____"
"You mean—?"
He gave a single, deliberate nod.
Nod~
"Yes. And no… not in the way most imagine. She didn't appear before me in person. It was through the system."
His voice was steady, but there was a weight in it that demanded attention.
"System?"
Grindelwald's sharp eyes narrowed.
Leo glanced at them, his tone making it clear he wasn't in the mood for full explanations.
"Something I've kept secret from nearly everyone. Other than my women, no one knows it exists."
"Magic herself,"
He continued,
"The mother of all wizards and every creature whose life has been woven into her fabric, has reached out. Her will is clear."
At the mention of Ms. Magic,
Jenkins stumbled slightly in her steps, eyes widening in shock.
Even among the most ancient wizarding families, the name was a whispered myth—
A legend so old many believed it to be nothing but folklore.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald exchanged a glance, their usual composure shaken.
"____"
"____"
The idea that Magic—
The primordial force they had studied all their lives—
Had directly contacted someone…
And that someone was Leo Morningstar… was almost too much to process.
Meanwhile Leo was looking at his system screen.
[DING...]
[Incoming Transmission...]
[Source: ???]
[Authentication: Beyond Classification]
[Message:
Child of the #$****@… the time has come.
When the tides of magic rise, the false lights of men will fail.
Guide them, or watch them drown.
— She Who Weaves All, Mother of Magic]
[DING...]
[Warning:Global Magic Surge — Wave 1.]
[Estimated Impact: 3 days, 4 hours, 12 minutes]
[Note:
Global Magic Surge will increase magic quality and quantity in the world.
Many magic creatures including wizards might get powerful.
Electric city will loose its grip.
Several machine's will start to malfunction...
By the end of the three global magic surge wave 3 electricity and other energies based machinery will stop working.
Since magic would feed on them...]
Seeing the system's warning about the three-wave collapse—
That electricity and other energy-based machinery would soon stop working—
Leo's expression darkened.
"____"
'System',
He asked silently in his mind,
'why now?'
The reply was immediate,
The familiar mechanical tone echoing in his thoughts.
[DING...]
[Ms. Magic has deemed it the right moment to strike against parasitic forces feeding on her essence.]
[Energy sources that weaken her—electricity, fossil fuels, and certain synthetic channels—will be rendered inert in three successive waves.]
[Interval between each wave: two weeks.]
"____"
This is the very reason Leo has stopped Jenkins from giving terms which they would terribly loose since the muggle side is going to suffer to much.
A new line of text appeared, pulsing in crimson.
[DING...]
[Objective:
Eliminate key muggle high-level officials collaborating with Dark Wizards.]
[Details:
Targets have been promised support in establishing their own "magic schools" by enemy forces, in exchange for influence and control.]
[Reward:
Speed Drug —
Temporarily increases reaction time, agility, and reflex speed by minimum 40% according to the adrenaline is secreted from their body.]
Leo's eyes narrowed.
"____"
That Afternoon...
Continental Hotel –
France branch...
Leo and his entourage stepped through the towering black doors of the Continental Hotel – France branch.
Creak ~
Inside, the air was thick with incense and quiet authority.
Valac—
Draped in an immaculate nun's habit, her predatory eyes hidden behind a serene smile—
Stood at the entrance, awaiting them.
"____"
Without a word,
She escorted the group to the private top-floor conference lounge.
The room was already set.
A long obsidian table stretched beneath the dim amber glow of antique chandeliers.
At its head, a high-backed chair waited for Leo.
Valac moved with quiet precision,
Placing a silver tray of delicately arranged snacks in front of him before taking her position at his side, hands folded, the perfect image of a loyal nun-maid…
Though everyone in the room knew she was something far more dangerous.
One by one, the assembled powerhouses took their seats.
Leo's wives, seated close, their gazes sharp.
Mavis, Kejoro, Hagoromo Gitsune, Setsura—
Each radiating their own brand of supernatural gravitas.
The Black sisters, regal yet coiled like vipers.
Minerva, her posture straight but her eyes flickering toward Leo with something more personal.
"____"
Delphin Smallvile,
Voldemort's blood daughter, her smirk faint but unreadable.
Smirk~
"____"
Dumbledore and Grindelwald,
Their presence enough to draw a low murmur from the others.
Nicolo Flames and his wife Perenelle.
Newt Scamander and his wife Porpentina Goldstein,
The pair quietly observant.
Aberforth Dumbledore, arms crossed, making no effort to hide his displeasure at being in the same room as his brother.
"____"
Trusted Ministry allies, including a young, sharp-eyed Alastor Moody.
Two survivors of the Black family.
Representatives from the Potter family.
In this world,
The very fact they had been summoned here meant one thing—
They would be the core members of the High Table of the Continental for this world.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Once the room settled into a tense silence, Leo finally leaned forward.
His voice carried easily, even without magic.
"You've all been called here for a reason,"
He began.
"Three days from now, the first wave will strike. A magic surge unlike anything seen in centuries. This is not an accident—it's a calculated shift. When it happens… the world will change."
He didn't mention the system, not yet.
Leo started his explanation and explained the one who is going to cause this magic surge is Ms. Magic herself.
Since Minister Jenkins,
Dumbledore, and Grindelwald already knew, they didn't show much reaction.
The same couldn't be said for the others.
Gasps, furrowed brows, and sharp whispers rippled across the room as Leo leaned back in his chair, calmly explaining the phenomenon in detail.
"The Magic Surge Wave,"
He began, his voice low but carrying to every corner of the Continental's grand meeting hall,
"isn't just a random fluctuation of magic. It's a deliberate act. The source is not a wizard, nor a magical beast… but Magic herself. The primordial mother of all wizards, magical creatures, and enchanted lands."
A few of the older pure-blood representatives stiffened at the name—
Ms. Magic—
"____"
"____"
"____"
A figure even they had dismissed as legend.
Leo's gaze swept the table, sharp and unblinking.
"She has decided it's time to strike back against other forms of energy—electricity, nuclear, fossil fuels—that have been feeding on her essence and weakening her over the centuries."
"The surge will happen in three waves. With each one, the world's dependence on non-magical energy will crumble… permanently."
He tapped his fingers on the armrest, his tone turning colder.
"Wave One will strike in three days. Everything powered by electricity will fail. Wave Two and Wave Three will follow, each two weeks apart, targeting other energy systems until only magic remains viable."
The room fell into heavy silence, the magnitude of it sinking in.
Some looked horrified, others—
Those with deep magical heritage—
Looked quietly satisfied.
The meeting continued as they discussed how they can use this opportunity.
Next Day...
Hogwarts...
Great Hall...
The next day at Hogwarts marked the final day of the school year—
And for the seventh-years, their last as students.
In the Grand Hall,
Sunlight streamed through the enchanted ceiling,
Casting golden light over the long tables.
Students whispered and fidgeted, knowing the moment was near.
At the head table,
Dumbledore rose, his twinkling eyes sweeping the room.
"And now,"
He began, his voice carrying effortlessly over the excited chatter,
"The time has come to announce this year's House Cup winner."
Every table leaned forward in anticipation.
He called each house from the least position to the higher.
"With a grand total of eight hundred and ninety-three points, the House Cup once again belongs to… House Dragon!"
The room erupted.
Clap~ Clap~
Clap~ Clap~
Teal-and-silver banners shimmered above, each emblazoned with a fierce dragon chasing a star.
They had been there all year—
Remnants from last year's victory—
But now they shone brighter, renewed in triumph.
At the House Dragon table,
Lily and her friends—
Alongside Snape, Sirius, and Lupin—
Leapt to their feet.
They hugged each other in wild excitement, their cheers echoing through the hall.
"We did it again!"
Sirius shouted, pumping a fist in the air.
Lily laughed,
While Lupin's grin was wide enough to rival the dragon on their banner.
The teal and silver seemed to dance in the air above them,
As if the castle itself was celebrating their back-to-back victory.
As the cheers for House Dragon began to settle,
The flutter of wings filled the Grand Hall.
Hundreds of owls swept in through the high windows, carrying the morning's newspapers.
Several copies landed with a soft thud along the House Dragon table.
Headlines in bold, moving letters caught the students' attention.
"____"
"____"
"____"
"Ministry Introduces Thirty New Professions – First Step Toward Zero Unemployment"
The article promised that the full list of new positions would be announced later that afternoon.
A buzz of excitement ran through the hall, especially among the seventh-year students.
The muggle-borns were the most enthusiastic—
Eyes bright, voices low but eager.
After nearly seven years in the wizarding world,
They understood the harsh truth: most muggle-born wizards struggled to find work after graduation.
Many were forced to return to the Muggle world entirely, their magic going unused—
Or worse, some drifted toward dangerous paths as smugglers, dark wizards, or other illicit trades.
This news felt like a lifeline… and for the first time in years,
A real chance at a future within the magical community.
That afternoon,
A ripple of curiosity spread through Hogwarts as prefects passed the word:
"All students were to report to their common rooms immediately."
One by one, the Heads of House stepped into their respective common rooms—
Minerva McGonagall for Gryffindor,
Horace Slughorn for Slytherin,
Pomona Sprout for Hufflepuff,
Filius Flitwick for Ravenclaw,
And Leo Morningstar for House Dragon.
Each held a neat stack of cream-colored envelopes embossed with a silver Ministry seal.
"Inside,"
McGonagall announced, her voice carrying a rare warmth,
"Is an invitation to a historic occasion—the first-ever celebration of the Wizarding New Year across all of Britain."
She went on to explain.
All students were welcome to bring their families and relatives if they wished.
Guests were expected to arrive the day before the festival began.
The Ministry would cover all accommodations, travel, and meals.
Attendance was highly encouraged—
"A once-in-a-lifetime experience,"
As she put it.
House Dragon Common Room...
In the House Dragon common room.
Leo delivered the same message, his deep voice steady yet touched with a faint smile.
"You don't want to miss this,"
He said.
"Moments like these… they become the stories you'll tell your children and grandchildren."
The mood shifted quickly from curiosity to pure excitement.
Students grinned, chattered, and clutched their invitations as if they were made of gold.
For many—
Especially muggle-borns—
The thought of sharing the magic of Hogwarts with their families for the first time was more thrilling than any holiday they had known.
Continental Hotel...
Meanwhile, deep in the heart of a French forest, the Continental Hotel stood in quiet luxury under Valac's watchful management.
She sat in the shadowed lounge, idly swirling a glass of crimson wine, when her eyes snapped toward the far corner.
The air shimmered faintly—
Then an old man's ghost materialized, his translucent form quivering like candlelight in a draft.
"_____"
"Ma'am…"
His voice was brittle, almost breaking.
"I… I don't have much time. At any moment… my existence will be erased."
Valac didn't move, her gaze as cold and unblinking as the void.
The ghost swallowed hard—
An instinct from a body he no longer had—
And spoke with both fear and reverence.
"The one you ordered me to watch… has made his move."
For a heartbeat, silence wrapped the room, broken only by the faint whisper of wind through the forest.
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