"H-Headmaster."
Malfoy looked ready to cry as he stared at Wayne, who had approached him. "I didn't mean it that way, I didn't know it was your arrangement..."
The group of Slytherins who had been surrounding him had long since scattered; even his usual followers Crabbe and Goyle kept their distance, pretending not to know him.
After offending Lawrence, they ought to find themselves a n~ew leader.
Wayne looked at him with an amused expression. "Malfoy, I can't speak for others, but you shouting 'God save the Queen' really isn't inappropriate."
"Your family's lands were granted by William the Conqueror, making you essentially royal vassals. Two hundred years ago, one of your ancestors, after failing to win Queen Victoria's affection, placed a curse on her to remain alone for life."
"One must admit, the Malfoy Family's connections with the royal family are quite remarkable."
The crowd wore expressions of someone discovering juicy gossip, unaware that the Malfoy Family, who prided themselves on pureblood status, had such a history.
Malfoy flushed red, not daring to refute anything.
Not only was everything Wayne said true, but even if it were a complete fabrication, he would have to accept it.
Fortunately, a little darling came to his rescue.
"Brother Wayne!" Gabrielle looked at Wayne with pleading eyes. He had been so busy outside these days that she hadn't played with him for ages.
"Be good, Gabrielle. I'll take you fishing later," Wayne smiled, patting her head before walking to the head table and addressing everyone:
"I know many of you are dissatisfied with today's report, not just Malfoy, and not just Slytherin."
His gaze swept over Macmillan, then the Weasleys, then Longbottom.
Regarding Muggle laws, all purebloods essentially shared the same attitude - dismissiveness.
They acknowledged Britain as their country, but not the Muggles' Britain - the wizards' Britain.
Under Wayne's gaze, Ron, Neville and others lowered their heads.
"Don't view today's world through old lenses," Wayne said. "Though this is nominally a union, in the future, wizards and Muggles will interact more frequently."
"Until you possess the power to break rules, what you must do is follow them. In the wizarding world, abide by the Ministry of Magic law. In Muggle society, follow their laws."
"I don't want to have to bail anyone out of Muggle prison. If anyone actually makes me do that..."
He gave a light laugh, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Clearly, the students grew more frightened, afraid Wayne might devise even more outrageous punishments.
After breakfast, Wayne accompanied Hermione to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Though rather impolite, while Professor Longbottom had them practising freely, she couldn't help discussing external matters with him.
"Will Muggles accept wizards? Especially when they lack magical ability themselves?"
The young witch said anxiously. Her parents had many concerns before her enrolment, even briefly considering keeping her from attending Hogwarts.
Ordinary Muggles, upon seeing wizards perform miraculous magic, would first feel envy, then jealousy, which could easily turn to hatred.
"Not in the short term, certainly," Wayne said calmly. "Long-term... they'll have to accept it whether they want to or not. That's reality."
"Will there be conflict?"
"Inevitably. What I'm doing is merely controlling the scale of the conflict. At least compared to other countries, things are much better now."
Hermione's expression softened, though her brow remained slightly furrowed. "It's strange, though. Doesn't Britain have any ancient mystical realms?"
Wayne smiled.
Britain certainly did. Avalon wasn't merely a lake, but a small world inhabited by numerous ancient races.
However, Morgan had taken Avalon somewhere unknown and hadn't shown herself since.
...
After a day of classes ended, Wayne left the school with the skipping little girl.
He had promised Gabrielle he would take her fishing, but he needed to take care of important business first.
"Wait here for me. Don't wander off."
After giving his instructions and receiving a definite reply, Wayne shot up into the sky, stopping at an altitude of several thousand meters to look down.
Hogwarts was nestled amid rolling mountains, with heavy humidity. Because he had flown so high, his vision was obscured by thick mist.
World Ender!
Violent power erupted from Wayne's body, forming streaks of red-and-black baleful energy, while a pair of wings sprouted from his back.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With two powerful flaps, fierce gale-force winds swept the fog completely clear.
He demarcated an area approximately fifty miles in diameter, descending slightly lower. Sorcery runes appeared between his eyebrows, and his converted magical power shot out as golden threads, taking about five minutes to weave into a massive net that completely enveloped his target area.
A simple Muggle-Repelling Charm could never cover such a vast range, so Wayne employed a method that altered the rules themselves.
From this day forward, Muggles would be unable to discover this region's existence and would never set foot within it.
Even if wizards brought them here, they would be unable to find the location.
What is a god?
One who can establish rules and control heaven and earth is a god.
Although Wayne wasn't a deity, he could similarly wield divine power—it just consumed more energy.
Enclosing these fifty miles was currently his absolute limit.
Retracting his wings, Wayne landed somewhat unsteadily beside Gabrielle.
"Brother Wayne, you're amazing!" The little girl's large eyes held undisguised admiration. Though she hadn't understood what Wayne had just done, the golden net alone was spectacular enough.
"I have even more impressive tricks. I'll show you another time." Wayne chuckled, pinching her cheek. "Come on, let's go fishing."
"Okay!"
...
Hogwarts temporarily returned to peace. With the major direction settled, Wayne rarely involved himself in the Muggle-wizard integration process.
But he hadn't remained completely inactive.
His warning to Jim Hacker carried some deterrent effect, yet under the temptation of supernatural and extraordinary abilities, some still took desperate risks, investing great effort to capture wizards for research.
The wizarding population was small and usually careful about hiding their tracks, but if those conglomerates wanted to find people, they had methods.
Utilising powerful resources and social management systems, they quickly identified individuals with irregular patterns, and through systematic screening, confirmed the identities of several wizards.
Wayne had long anticipated such matters would occur. He had Lawrence Group monitor the movements of those individuals domestically in advance and, using his divination, successfully captured several typical examples.
Lawrence was true to his word—if he said he would kill your entire family, he would kill your entire family. The guard dog would not be spared, and even the eggs in the house would be shaken and scattered.
For several consecutive days, several old aristocratic families and large conglomerates in Britain were purified by his cleansings.
The researchers involved in the studies could not escape death either.
No matter how many Nobel Prizes you had won, no matter how renowned you were in the scientific community, if you touched upon the forbidden, you would die.
For a time, the upheaval among Britain's upper echelons was even more intense than when the wizards were exposed.
Even the one in Buckingham Palace could not help but summon Wayne over.
"Earl Lawrence, must you stand with the wizards? We are the ones on your side."
Looking at this seemingly kindly old woman, Wayne smiled.
"Whoever it is, if they break the rules, they die. I don't care which side I'm on; what matters is whether the rules I've set are violated."
"Your Majesty, if you don't want the House of Windsor to end, or for this country to change its political system, then have less to do with those people."
"You!" A bald, overweight man glared at him angrily.
"Charles, do you have an opinion?" Wayne tilted his head to look at him and, with just one glance, sent the man tumbling to the ground.
"No, he doesn't. Charles, you have no right to speak here. Shut your mouth!"
The old woman reprimanded her son, then turned back to Wayne with composure, speaking slowly and firmly:
"You can kill them, but you cannot kill humanity's desire for immortality. Without Spencer or Sutherland, there will be Howard or Chester."
"No, I can." Wayne smiled, a smile devoid of any emotion. "I believe I can kill faster than humanity can naturally reproduce."
The old woman fell silent, while the surrounding members of the royal family dared not make a sound, watching the young man in fear.
They did not doubt Wayne's ability to do so, for in the past three days, he had already killed over a thousand people.
The reason it hadn't caused greater upheaval was that those aristocrats lived reclusive lives and had little interaction with the outside world.
They couldn't believe that a child who hadn't even reached adulthood could possess such a murderous nature.
A flicker of mockery passed through Wayne's eyes.
Did they still think they could bind him with morality?
Salazar Slytherin, in his pursuit of immortality, had been willing to harm his best friend. Though Wayne was not that deranged, his way of thinking was already beyond ordinary comprehension.
Not just a thousand, but ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million—if necessary, he would not hesitate to act.
To this world, he was a true deity, entitled to hold power over life and death.
This was his stronghold. Before exploring other worlds, he had to eliminate all unstable factors; otherwise, he would be unsettled even when away.
The old woman locked eyes with him for a long time, seeing the indifference and disdain in Wayne's gaze, as if he were not killing people but slaughtering chickens in an abattoir.
Even she, who had lived through the most brutal war, had never seen such eyes.
After a long while, the queen sighed faintly.
"We only want to live, to live longer. Is that so wrong?"
"Two paths." Wayne calmly extended his hand. "Either rely on your own strength, or rely on my favour."
"Your Majesty, since you've summoned me today, I presume it isn't about those already worthless dead people?"
No one fears death less than the Queen herself.
Rather than championing the nobility's cause, he was more interested in extracting advantages from Wayne to secure his continued rule over the nation.
"Wizards are truly detestable. Have you been using mind-reading spells?" The Queen cursed. "Everyone else, withdraw. I wish to speak privately with Earl Lawrence."
...
Two and a half hours later.
Wayne departed Buckingham Palace.
From that day onward, those daring to take desperate risks grew increasingly scarce—though this applied only within Britain's borders.
Across Europe and Africa, nations gradually began disclosing the existence of wizards, revealing a curious phenomenon.
The more developed regions showed greater resistance to the wizards' presence, with multiple protests and even armed clashes erupting.
Yet in remote areas and nations with strong religious traditions, the existence of wizards was more readily accepted.
After a period of observation, the powerful ancient wizards had deciphered the dynamics of the modern world. Shedding their former conservatism and reclusion, they began asserting their presence and plundering resources.
One month later, the world's new structure gradually solidified.
Over a hundred ancient ruins had been detected and integrated into Earth's ecosystem.
Among these, seven stood supreme—not only housing numerous wizards but also containing powerful beings believed to be descendants of deities. These became known as the Seven Divine Domains, voraciously consuming all resources within their territories.
And Wayne finally selected his target to make an example of...