Under the starlit dome, brilliant blue magical fireworks exploded.
A queue of glowing paper airplanes flew over Cho Chang's head; Michael borrowed Wade's Magic Camera and was busy taking pictures everywhere; Luna, wearing a sparkly tiered dress, danced and twirled by the window, amusing herself.
Magic Golem Wade was happily drinking with these over-excited students, partying all night, while Wade himself had quietly returned to his dormitory.
As night deepened, Wade sat by the window, listening to the cheers and songs of his classmates.
If I were to fly outside the window right now, the windows of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor Tower would surely be especially bright, wouldn't they?
He leaned against the window, the cold glass pressed against his forehead, as if to slightly cool his turbulent thoughts.
Passing the first event of the tournament was irrelevant, but Antoine's words had stirred unspeakable waves in his heart. The more he thought, the harder it was to calm down.
He had many unrealistic fantasies, but even in Ravenclaw, a house that valued wisdom, these ideas would likely find little resonance.
Wade blinked. The shadows of the trees in the Forbidden Forest swayed under the moonlight, mirroring his current mood—silent yet surging.
The flattened patch of grass at the edge of the Forbidden Forest was now empty, leaving only hoof prints of varying depths.
...
On the way to the competition in the morning, Wade also saw the giant, brocade-draped elephant slowly munching on shrub leaves in the morning mist. It was adorned with some golden decorations that stood out strikingly in the sunlight.
However, all three Champions from Mando school had been eliminated. Just now in the common room, Wade heard some Ravenclaws say that Professor Sunil, with his dark skin, had even rushed off with his students before dinner.
"They said they couldn't stand the terrible weather in the Scottish Highlands!" Marietta, a fifth-year, said with a proud, mocking tone. "They couldn't even be bothered to cast warming charms on their own elephants!"
"What else could they say?" another girl chimed in, leaning closer with a laugh. "Were they going to say—'It's too embarrassing, so we don't want to stay'?"
Several people burst into laughter, their silver teaspoons clinking against porcelain plates.
It wasn't just Mando; Wade heard that after dinner, Castelobruxo's vibrantly colored Magic Train slowly pulled away, spewing light blue steam.
By Curfew, Akatim's Flying Carpet skimmed across the Black Lake, drawing the Giant Squid out of the water. Its huge eyes on the side of its head stared blankly at the sky, looking quite silly.
Of the schools that remained, all but Hogwarts had at least one contestant who qualified for the second event.
"Good thing you finally decided to come out," Michael whispered to Wade. "Otherwise, with only two or three schools left, our Minister Fudge would surely go mad."
"Would that be a bad thing?" Wade asked in a low voice.
Michael thought for a while before saying, "Not really, I guess... Having another idiot in the Minister of Magic's position might even be better."
...
Wade pulled his gaze back from the window. He wasn't sleepy at all. His eyes lingered for a moment between the ink screen and the Quill before he finally took a deep breath, spread the parchment on the desk, and with a flick of his hand, a dark blue Quill flew into his fingers.
The tip wrote the opening—
[To Drayne:]
Günther Drayne was Grindelwald's right-hand man. Writing to him was no different from writing to Grindelwald himself.
Of course, Wade was careful never to sign his name or use his familiar handwriting. The Quill was enchanted; the written script was a typical printed font, elegant and smooth, but without any personal characteristics.
Although the methods of the Alliance in the past were chilling—and even now, their disregard for human life remains very apparent—Wade had to admit that in this Wizarding World, walled by tradition and prejudice, only the Alliance was still trying to shake up some rotten, stubborn things.
Some of Wade's ideas, perhaps only they would be willing to understand and act upon.
[To Drayne:
The first event of the competition has concluded. I presume you have already witnessed everything through the Streaming Mirror, so I will not elaborate. However, the incredibly poor skill level of the Champions from other schools greatly diminished the fun of the competition.
Antoine proposed compiling the teaching methods of the Spell Study Group into a book. I would like to know if this is at Mr. Grindelwald's instruction? Will improving the way Spells are learned lead to a large influx of more talented Wizards? How much can the power of words truly change?
To my knowledge, the curriculum at Hogwarts hasn't changed much in over a hundred years, and the entire Wizarding World has a stale aura about it. Aside from the Hogwarts Express, other aspects of daily life—clothing, food, housing, and travel—are probably not much different from centuries ago.
Compared to the rapidly changing Muggle society, everything here seems locked in a medieval time warp.
Therefore, I can understand your comments on the proposed amendment to the International Statute of Secrecy, which you mentioned last time. We can all see the fear that knowledgeable individuals have of Muggle society. However, drastic measures are not advisable, and abruptly changing the Statute of Secrecy would certainly not benefit the Wizarding World.
Perhaps my ideas seem too mild to you, but I believe that true revolution is not about overthrowing one or two laws, nor about changing the minds of those in power who benefit from the status quo. It must begin with the smallest details.
For example, why not develop practical, uncontroversial products that address common pain points in Muggle society?
Many problems that seem insignificant to us actually cause great distress to many Muggles.
For instance—they hate obesity but lack the willpower to lose weight, yet we have slimming Potions;
They desire beauty, and we have beauty Potions and Softlight Badges;
They long for clear, smooth skin, want soft, thick hair, wish items didn't need repeated cleaning and washing, and cannot heal quickly when injured...
And all these problems can be solved with just one or two Spells or Potions.
Of course, since the existence of the Wizarding World cannot yet be exposed, Spells should ideally not be used, and Potions would need to be modified to be consumable by Muggles.
Diluting the effects of a Potion by dozens or hundreds of times would make it merely a "useful medicine" to Muggles, not arousing suspicion or violating the Statute of Secrecy.
Drayne, if we can use a little bit of magic to solve those problems, perhaps when the Wizarding World eventually has to reveal itself, this "small change" will foster friendly interaction between the two, leading most Muggles to accept and admire Wizards, rather than the hostility and persecution of the past.
Of course, I know these ideas of mine are not fully developed, but I believe that doing this would be far more effective than the Cruciatus Curse, death, or slaughter. What do you think?
I look forward to your reply.]
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