From this day forward, Remus Lupin could finally have a job that truly belonged to him—one that was dignified, stable, and respected.
He would no longer need to live in constant fear of exposure, drifting from place to place in poverty.
Lupin's lips trembled slightly.
As he gazed out the window at the campus—once scarred by war, now brimming with renewed hope—a single tear, long suppressed for decades, slowly slipped from the corner of his weary eye.
He did not go to Lin Sen to say "thank you."
Because he understood that any words of gratitude would seem pale… utterly powerless… before a kindness so vast it had reshaped his entire life.
Instead, he silently engraved that name—along with this debt of gratitude—deep into his soul.
Lin Sen.
This man was not merely the savior of the wizarding world.
He was also… the benefactor of Remus Lupin's entire life.
As the laws of the new era were laid down one by one, like unshakable foundation stones—
As all discrimination and injustice were swept into the dust of history under a godlike will—
The entire British wizarding world entered an unprecedented golden age of peace and prosperity.
But for Lin Sen—
Toppling an old world and building a new order had never been his true goal.
It was merely… a trivial byproduct of his pursuit of magical truth, done to create a quieter, more comfortable environment for his research.
His true interest had always been singular:
Magic.
The boundless truth that contained the very essence of the world itself.
After once again refusing Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt's request that he become the "Supreme Lifetime Governor of the Wizarding World," Lin Sen finally put forward his first—and only—postwar demand.
"Politics is tedious."
"Administration is too cumbersome."
"I need a place… where the entire magical civilization can think together."
Amid confusion and curiosity, a groundbreaking vision that would reshape the future of magic was slowly unveiled.
"I propose," Lin Sen said, looking at Kingsley, Dumbledore, and Hermione,
"that the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, and the New Noble Council jointly establish an institution…"
"One dedicated solely to research, innovation, and the advancement of new magic."
"It will not exist to educate in the traditional sense. Nor for power struggles."
"Its only purpose… is to explore every possibility of magic."
"Its name…"
A starlike brilliance flickered in his eyes—yearning for unknown truths.
"…will be the Institute of Myriad Arcana."
"And I," he said calmly,
"will serve as its first Director."
The Institute of Myriad Arcana!
The announcement struck like the most powerful Alohomora, unlocking a door to a new world for every wizard across Britain—and beyond.
Under Lin Sen's unmatched influence, the plan was executed with astonishing speed.
The Ministry of Magic allocated an entire building in central London.
The New Noble Council, under Daphne Greengrass, poured in a staggering fortune—enough to rival ten Gringotts vaults—ensuring unlimited funding.
Hogwarts, led by Dumbledore and Hermione, selected its brightest professors and most innovative students as the first generation of researchers.
Within a single month, a magnificent institution—blending ancient magic with revolutionary ideas—rose from the ground.
It stood like a beacon of truth in the dawn of a new age.
On the day of its founding, Lin Sen offered the world a gift—one both generous and earth-shaking.
No speeches.
No ceremonies.
Through the Daily Prophet, he simply released a portion of the new magic he had personally created—simplified, safe, and ready for public use.
Memory Projection Charm
(Derived from Memory Broadcasting. Projects a three-dimensional image of one's memories onto a surface. Ideal for teaching, sharing… and entertainment.)
Transfiguration Trace Charm
(A simplified version. Tracks the major transformations an object has undergone in the past 24 hours. Instantly became an essential tool for Aurors.)
Scourgify – Refined
(An enhanced cleaning spell incorporating purification principles. Removes not just physical dirt, but residual negative magical traces.)
The moment these spells were revealed—
The wizarding world exploded.
For the first time, people experienced the power of innovation firsthand.
Aurors solved cases faster than ever.
Alchemists experimented with new applications.
Even Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes launched products based on Memory Projection overnight.
A vibrant, imaginative age of magical exploration had begun.
And Lin Sen… had forced it into existence.
If his earlier displays of destructive power inspired fear—
Then his generosity now inspired something far greater:
Reverence.
Devotion.
Almost religious worship.
Because destructive power held by a few was divine authority.
But knowledge shared with all—that advanced civilization—
That was divine grace.
As Lin Sen's spells spread across the globe, the international wizarding world fell into madness.
In France, a master alchemist wept in awe.
In the United States, MACUSA Aurors solved cold cases in hours.
Across Japan, Brazil, Egypt, and beyond—
One realization dawned upon all:
Magic was not just inherited.
It could be created.
And the one who ignited this revolution—
Lin Sen—
And his Institute—
Became the sacred ground of magic itself.
A global pilgrimage began.
Wizards from every corner of the world sold their possessions, left their families, and journeyed to Britain.
To London.
To the Institute.
"I don't need to pay—just let me clean the floors!"
"I offer all my family's secrets—just let me study there!"
The flood of seekers overwhelmed the nation.
And Hogwarts—
Surpassed Beauxbatons and Durmstrang—
Becoming the undisputed center of magical civilization.
Because everyone knew:
The future… was there.
Yet within Hogwarts itself—
Something quieter, yet far more profound, was changing.
Not the buildings.
But the people.
The whispers of prejudice faded.
The ancient rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor—
A thousand-year conflict—
Began to dissolve.
Because in Lin Sen's world—
Blood meant nothing.
Only truth mattered.
Could a Slytherin still boast about pure-blood superiority?
Not when Daphne Greengrass stood beside Hermione Granger as equals.
Could a Gryffindor mock Slytherins?
Not when Harry Potter himself sought their knowledge.
On the path to truth—
Everyone was equal.
And so—
Across the halls of Hogwarts—
Something unprecedented began to take shape.
A quiet transformation.
A miracle of understanding.
A handshake… a thousand years in the making.
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