Hogwarts.
Even before the warning charm was triggered, Wayne sensed the shift in the world the moment it occurred.
A vast, open sensation washed over him—like moving from a stifling southern summer day to the expansive grasslands of a crisp autumn—bringing comfort to his body, mind, and soul.
He understood: Earth had successfully advanced, becoming a high-tier magic world capable of accommodating true Legends.
In the past, Wayne had felt constrained within the world, as if living in a ten-square-metre room where even a casual wave of his hand would hit a wall.
Now, it was like upgrading to a three-hundred-square-metre penthouse. Though not infinitely vast, it was spacious enough for him to move freely and stretch his limbs.
Light shimmered in Wayne's eyes as ethereal chains, invisible to ordinary people, materialised in the void, representing the order of heaven and earth. Compared to his observations after his last breakthrough to Legend, the chains had grown thicker and denser, signifying the refinement of the world's rules. This was undoubtedly a positive development for him—more to observe and greater potential to advance further on the path of Legend.
Just then, the warning charm was triggered. As he rose to investigate, his expression shifted abruptly.
Under the puzzled gazes of the professors, Wayne extended his arm. Many curious students paused their feasting to watch him.
As everyone looked on, a large, heavy book and a long quill materialised out of thin air.
The book's pages flipped continuously until they reached the middle section. While the students couldn't see, the professors clearly witnessed names being written—etched—onto the pages by the quill.
Slughorn, being the most knowledgeable, recognised them almost instantly and exclaimed in disbelief, "The Quill of Acceptance and the Book of Admittance?"
Prompted by his remark, the other professors soon realised what they were witnessing and grew even more curious.
They had heard of these two artefacts that determined the fate of Hogwarts students, but this was their first time seeing them.
Unlike their curiosity, Wayne's expression grew increasingly stern. Magical power surged from his hands, enveloping the Book of Admittance, as he declared in a clear voice:
"In the name of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, cease admitting new students!"
"In the name of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, cease admitting new students!"
"In the name of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, cease admitting new students!"
Wayne repeated the command three times before the Quill of Acceptance stopped writing. Yet, he maintained his magical grip, firmly controlling both artefacts.
Professor McGonagall was baffled by his actions, even somewhat displeased. "Wayne, why are you... interfering with them?"
Even the Headmaster had no right to reject eligible students—it was an ironclad rule upheld at Hogwarts for centuries.
"Minerva, haven't you noticed?" Wayne's voice rang out clearly to everyone. "In just a few dozen seconds, eighty-three names have been added to the Book of Admittance. Before I summoned it, over a hundred more names had already appeared."
"If this continues, even if Hogwarts were to burst at the seams, the names would keep coming—and this is only the beginning."
"Everyone, the times have changed."
Professor McGonagall pressed her lips tightly together, her face pale. Only then did she understand Wayne's well-intentioned concern. The thought of such a scenario left her flustered and at a loss.
"Then... what should we do?"
"The banquet continues. I'm going to find someone."
As the words fell, a vortex of flames appeared behind him. Wayne took a step back into the whirlpool with the two artefacts and vanished, reappearing the next moment in Grace's home.
Grace had already sensed the disturbance and was gazing uneasily out of the window. Under the bright moon and sparse stars, London's sky remained as tranquil as ever.
When Wayne appeared, she immediately noticed the Book of Admittance and Quill of Acceptance in his hands.
"Hurry up and stop this thing. If you can't manage it, I'll have to destroy them," Wayne said with some resignation.
Though he had forcibly controlled the Book of Admittance through his Headmaster authority, he still couldn't alter the rules for new student admissions.
Unless he completely destroyed it and created a new Book of Admittance that met his requirements.
Grace quickly understood Wayne's predicament and, without hesitation, took over control. Runes began flowing from the Book of Admittance, constantly shifting positions and changing properties under Grace's arrangement.
Wayne watched intently, gradually understanding Grace's approach and methodology.
The Quill of Acceptance would detect all magical riots from young witches and wizards across the British Isles. Whenever someone experienced a magical riot, their name would be written in the Book of Admittance.
But not everyone who experienced a magical riot could become a witch or wizard. Some who'd had magical riots were little different from Squibs, unable to learn anything even if admitted.
Therefore, the Book of Admittance set a magical power standard - only those young witches and wizards who met this standard would have their names remain on its pages, while those who failed would be rejected.
What Grace was doing now was raising the admission threshold infinitely high, to the point where no young witch or wizard in all of Britain could meet the standard.
"Can you remove the names that are already there?" Wayne made another request.
"I can do it..." Grace hesitated, "but it's rather troublesome and will take several days. Besides... since they've already obtained admission spots, perhaps we should just turn a blind eye."
"I just want to restart the screening process. Never mind, I'll handle it myself after this matter is settled. No time to deal with it now."
After speaking, Wayne took Grace's arm and transported them to the isolated island where he had previously placed the Death Chamber.
He saw the collapsed cliffs, the vanished Death Chamber, and in the area where the alarm charm had been triggered, there was now a bottomless pit.
Most importantly... the archway had disappeared too.
Grace observed their surroundings, trying to find clues, while Wayne simply stared fixedly at a pool of clear water beside the deep pit, suddenly saying:
"Will you come out yourself, or shall I make you?"
Hearing this, Grace looked over in confusion, but her expression quickly turned grave as her wand silently appeared in her hand.
Just as she prepared to strike, the water in the pool gathered together, eventually forming an alluring witch wearing a crown and dressed in purple and gold robes.
Even the loose wizard's robes couldn't conceal her impressive figure.
"Incredible..." the witch spoke, with great surprise in her voice, "Why do I feel familiarity and closeness from you... Little one, are you my descendant?"
"Morgana, no, let me call you Morgan. Do you still have descendants left in this world?"
Wayne looked at the witch before him, naturally understanding why she had that peculiar feeling - he had previously carried Morgan's template upon himself.
Of course, that was only in the past.
After he obtained the witchcraft runes and broke through to the Legend rank, both Morgana and Andros's templates had quietly vanished, or rather, they had been refined and merged to become nourishment for the witchcraft runes.
Otherwise, Morgan wouldn't just feel familiarity now - it would be like seeing another version of herself.
When Morgan saw her identity being exposed so directly, she grew even more surprised. "You actually know me?"
"Esteemed princess of Britain, using only an illusion to meet people is rather impolite."
Wayne chuckled lightly: "Why don't you come in person, and we can have a proper face-to-face conversation?"
Morgan laughed coquettishly, "Little one, your intentions are too obvious. How could I fall for such a simple trick?"
"You're the one who set up the warning magic, too, aren't you? It seems you've known something all along. Then I definitely shouldn't be overconfident, after all..."
Her smiling expression suddenly turned indifferent again: "Those who aren't cautious don't live to see today."
Mysterious and dangerous.
In this short time, Morgan had already formed her judgment of the young man before her, and the woman standing silently beside him, quietly observing her, was no simple character either.
Though her true self wasn't present here, her discernment hadn't diminished in the slightest - Morgan trusted her own judgment completely.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have immediately fled with Avalon Lake upon discovering the warning magic, leaving only a clone behind to observe who had anticipated her return.
"Little one, how about this instead?" Morgan took two steps forward, using the moonlight to clearly see Wayne's handsome features, her eyes unconsciously flashing with appreciation.
"You're quite to this elder sister's aesthetic taste, and the young lady beside you isn't bad either. I'll permit you to ask three questions, but correspondingly, you must answer three of mine as well."
"No problem." Wayne agreed immediately. "One each, I'll go first, how about that?"
"Acceptable." Morgan nodded gently.
"Exactly how many relic spaces have returned to Earth, and who's inside them?" Wayne asked what concerned him most.
"That's two questions." Morgan crossed her arms, frowning.
"Then tell me, how many relic spaces are there in total?"
"Truthfully, I don't know." Seeing Wayne frown, Morgan knew he didn't believe her, so she raised her finger. "I swear in the name of Morgan le Fay that everything I say is true."
"In the instant before Avalon returned to the main world, I saw countless divine realms - there were simply too many of them, how could there possibly be an accurate count?"
"Divine realms?" Wayne raised an eyebrow. "Quite an arrogant term."
"Aren't the shattered worlds where gods were born precisely divine realms?" Morgan retorted.
Wayne smiled but didn't pursue this topic further.
'You can't discuss ice with summer insects' - Morgan didn't understand what true deities actually were, having merely obtained some powerful inheritances from the relics and deified them.
"Now it's my turn to ask you." Morgan extended her slender jade-like finger to her lips, as if considering what to ask.
"First, tell me your names - this shouldn't count as one question, should it?"
"Wayne Lawrence, Emelia Grace." Wayne made the introductions.
"So, Wayne Lawrence, how did you know we would return?"
"I personally visited the void," Wayne did not attempt to conceal. "When I discovered those fragmented minor worlds being drawn toward the prime world one by one, I guessed that those ancient relics would eventually reappear."
"But I never imagined you were still alive, and among them as well."
Upon confirming this person was Morgan, Wayne was quite astonished. The history he had witnessed showed Morgan defeated by Merlin and buried in Glastonbury.
"You can actually move about in the void?" Morgan was stunned, gazing at the youth with shock and uncertainty.
She had once ventured into the void but never dared stray far from the divine realm, remaining nearby while constantly guarding against temporal turbulence and spatial storms.
"The second question shall be posed by her." Ignoring Morgan's astonishment, Wayne turned to Grace.
"I've no objections, anyone will do," Morgan did not oppose.
Grace took a deep breath and grasped Wayne's hand:
"Is Salazar Slytherin in Avalon?"