With the troublesome Kappak dead and the black dragon Onyxia captured, Lewis's group no longer had any reason to remain in the region.
After all, the local villagers weren't exactly wealthy enough to keep hosting lavish banquets every day.
Kappak's death left another problem behind.
Because of the hatred generated by years of secretly murdering his own tribesmen, his family line was no longer suitable to inherit the position of shaman.
As a result, the tribe suddenly found itself facing the prospect of surviving without a shaman's protection.
The solution ultimately came from the vampire sisters.
Because they hunted over a vast territory, they knew many shamans from neighboring tribes.
Their strength, combined with the fact that they fed with unusual restraint, had earned them a decent reputation among local shamans.
This time, they contacted an elderly shaman from another tribe.
The old man had two sons and was currently struggling with the problem of deciding which one should inherit his position.
The newly orphaned tribe provided a perfect solution.
One son would inherit his father's tribe.
The spare son would become the shaman of this one.
Problem solved.
There was also an unexpected consequence.
After witnessing Lewis's feathered serpent transformation firsthand, the tribe began a large-scale effort to remake its religious icons.
Most of the old statues were discarded.
Using Lewis's transformed appearance as a reference, they carved entirely new images of the Feathered Serpent God.
Since they had actually seen a feathered serpent with their own eyes, the resulting sculptures were remarkably lifelike.
The statues quickly became popular among neighboring tribes.
For a long time afterward, the village became famous throughout the region for producing the finest divine images.
The battlefield where Lewis had defeated Onyxia gained religious significance as well.
Particularly the region devastated by her empowered Deep Breath attack.
The scorched land remained barren and lifeless.
The tribes interpreted it as the place where the Feathered Serpent God had subdued a demon.
Every year, pilgrims came to worship there.
Meanwhile, Lewis and his companions themselves entered local oral traditions.
Their names appeared in tribal epics and heroic songs.
Had the tribes continued their traditional way of life for several more centuries, Lewis and the others would likely have become genuine mythological figures.
Of course, all of that happened after they left.
By that point, it had nothing to do with them anymore.
Before returning home, they followed Lewis's original plan and spent several weeks properly enjoying South America.
They visited the famous mountaintop city of Machu Picchu, experiencing the grandeur of the ancient Incan civilization.
They relaxed along the golden beaches of Paracas, enjoying sunshine, flamingos, and even the unusual sight of Humboldt penguins.
They traveled to the breathtaking Rainbow Mountain, where layers of purple, gold, crimson, turquoise, and green stretched across the mountainside like a fairy tale landscape.
Finally, they visited the vast Salar de Uyuni, witnessing the famous "Mirror of the Sky."
The journey lasted over three weeks before everyone finally felt satisfied enough to return to Britain.
During that time, Onyxia's treatment improved slightly.
She was finally released from mouse duty.
Her punishment was reduced to cat status.
Naturally, there was a price.
She was required to provide regular blood samples.
Lewis combined the blood of the black dragon with the skull of an ordinary fire dragon.
Using transfiguration and advanced alchemical techniques, he reshaped the remains into a perfect replica of Onyxia's draconic head.
After all, if they had enjoyed a taxpayer-funded vacation, they needed something to hand in as a mission report.
According to Lewis's schedule, they deliberately delayed their return until one week after news of Sirius Black's escape spread throughout Britain.
The timing proved perfect.
When Cornelius Fudge saw the enormous black dragon head, he was ecstatic.
At the moment, the Ministry was struggling.
Sirius Black's escape had shaken public confidence and badly damaged the Ministry's reputation.
Fudge desperately needed good news.
So he immediately turned the dragon hunt into a major propaganda campaign.
Newspapers were filled with stories of Jaina and her team's heroic victory.
The public loved it.
The positive attention largely canceled out the negative impact of the Azkaban scandal.
As a result, the dragon head itself was mounted prominently inside the Ministry of Magic as a symbol of triumph.
Poor Onyxia.
Even in another world, she still couldn't escape the fate of having her head displayed above the city gates.
Lewis had Fudge completely figured out.
As expected, their own political influence grew dramatically.
Jaina Proudmoore, Deputy Director of Magical Law Enforcement, became one of the Ministry's most celebrated rising stars.
Tonks benefited as well, receiving a rapid promotion within the Auror Office and becoming a squad leader.
At the same time, another remarkable figure entered British wizarding society.
A wealthy South American noblewoman named Katrana Prestor.
Within weeks, she had become the darling of upper-class magical circles.
She was dazzling.
She was fabulously wealthy.
She possessed impeccable noble manners.
Rumors claimed her family had once held ducal rank.
Even ancient pure-blood families found themselves intimidated by her bearing.
Many members of the wizarding aristocracy quietly concluded that the Prestor family must be older and more distinguished than their own.
Naturally, this "Katrana Prestor" was none other than Onyxia herself.
The former ruler of Stormwind's political scene adapted to wizarding Britain with absurd ease.
Honestly, it was hardly surprising.
Modern people were simply no match for someone who had genuinely lived within a feudal aristocratic society.
Most modern notions of nobility were little more than costume play.
For Onyxia, noble etiquette had once been daily life.
As for her enormous wealth…
With Lewis's alchemy and philosopher's stone technology available, creating enough gold to support several aristocratic families was trivial.
After signing a long series of magically binding contracts, Onyxia finally received permission to operate publicly in human form.
The purpose was straightforward.
She would repeat in Britain what she had once accomplished in Stormwind.
Infiltrate influential circles.
Build networks.
Control information.
Expand their political reach.
Even Jaina cooperated with the plan.
According to her official account, it was Lady Prestor's assistance that allowed the dragon-hunting expedition to succeed after their guide's death.
The story spread quickly.
Soon afterward, Lady Prestor announced that her friendship with Deputy Director Proudmoore had inspired her to relocate permanently to Britain.
The British Ministry's response?
Absolute enthusiasm.
She was wealthy.
Influential.
A friend of the Ministry.
And admired by countless witches and wizards.
To encourage her immigration, the Ministry even bypassed the usual N.E.W.T. certification requirements and granted her an official position.
Specifically:
Consultant to the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau within the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
Officially, the justification was obvious.
After all, Lady Prestor had participated in the hunt that slew the infamous black dragon.
Who could possibly be more qualified?
Lewis's personal assessment was simple:
"A completely wrong process leading to a completely correct result."
After all, across the entire Harry Potter world, nobody was better suited to managing dragons than Onyxia.
Among dragonkind, bloodline hierarchy was absolute.
As the daughter of Deathwing, Onyxia occupied one of the highest positions in dragon society.
Meanwhile, the dragons of the Harry Potter world would barely qualify as true dragons in worlds like Azeroth or D&D.
At best, they would be classified as drakes or lesser dragonkin.
Her bloodline naturally suppressed them.
If any dragon ever caused trouble, all Onyxia had to do was stand there.
Every single one of them would immediately transform into obedient little kittens.
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