A wizard is preparing to go to the moon!
A wizard claims that the moon contains the relics of an ancient wizard!
A wizard is preparing to search for the relics!
As soon as these three bombshells of news spread, they instantly blew everyone off their feet like a whirlwind.
The wizards were sceptical, and The Quibbler was the first to appreciate the idea; Xenophilius Lovegood, who is editor-in-chief of that magazine, had long published a similar article on the subject, about a wizard who claimed to have flown to the moon on a Cleansweep six broomstick and brought back a bag of moon frogs as evidence.
But no one believed this story at the time, and they didn't expect him to bring it back up as evidence again. Perhaps the description of the moon frogs will also appear in the Muggle newspapers sometime in the future; after all, Luna has gained a number of loyal readers with her unique style of writing.
Unlike the buzz in the wizarding newspapers, there was a rare collective silence from the non-magical community, no mockery was thrown at the idea - that a wizard actually wanted to go to the moon on his personal power, and his claim that it had already been done by someone before!
Come on, how much effort did scientists put in to get to the moon? The sweat of an entire generation, plus it became the final nail in the coffin that weighed down a superpower nation.
Two days ago, this whimsical idea would have been met with countless jeers and ridicule, dismissed as proof of Wizard's backwardness and arrogance.
But things are different now, and the impact of the Wizards' first visit to the British Houses of Parliament is spreading little by little.
They are being reminded at length in newspapers, television programmes, and in a series of broadcasts that it is not a dream. The trend has naturally turned to the fact that if wizards can change the weather of a country in an instant, why can't they travel to the moon?
The effect of the illumination cast by thousands of wizards working together was earth-shattering.
Ordinary people were still feeling a sense of disbelief and awe at such a spectacular sight, while those organisations and government agencies that had taken wizards as their imaginary enemies were completely sleepless.
The wizards have demonstrated their ability to 'manipulate the weather', but the government bureaucrats and think-tanks don't think that's all they can do, they feel a strong sense of threat, whether the massive light bulb that has been lit above their heads today will turn into something else if negotiations break down tomorrow.
Such fears are not unfounded, because wizards do have a class of spells - a category of wide-rang spells that they named Weather-Modifying Charms ...
There were some dissenting voices from MPs and public figures in the first two weeks of the exposure, expressing their concern directly or tactfully about wizards being outside the control of the law, but now those voices have all disappeared, and those MPs who were banking on gaining the support of voters in their wards by hyping the wizard threat have been given a stern warning by their respective parties: shut the fuck up or go home!
At such a time, Rita Skeeter, who had the insider's information, published an article based on the idea that 'magic is the science of wizards', and the way she talked about herself was a big turn-off. But it didn't prevent it from attracting eyeballs. Various media outlets have reprinted and extracted parts of that article, in which several passages are repeatedly quoted.
"I was given the opportunity that countless journalists have dreamed of, to dance with Mr. Felix Hap at the Queen's social ball." Skeeter said with a big smile, "He danced so well, it was quite a wonderful experience, and I'm sure he trained hard behind the scenes."
And so the unknown number of people in the world either read her lengthy, ambiguous description of the ball with patience or interest before she got to the point.
"Yes, I without a doubt questioned him, as it's the instinct of a seasoned journalist. Needless to say, there wasn't much time on the floor for you to polish your thoughts, and the opportunity was hard to come by - I asked a seemingly vague, but straight-to-the-point question: what is the biggest difference between a wizard and a normal person in their upbringing? You know I'm not referring to magic ..."
"As a professor at the only school of magic in the UK, Mr. Hap was quite vocal on this matter, and he happened to use science as an example."
"We were swaying around on the dance floor limberly, and in that ambiguous atmosphere he spoke out his answer close to my ear: about the importance of imagination. He further explained that many great wizards had created practical spells that were good enough to pass on to future generations based on instinct alone; they might have been working on something for a long time and had a burning desire in their hearts, or they might simply have been lying in a rocking chair on a pleasant afternoon and had a sudden flash of inspiration. In this whole process, the wizard's keen instinct for magic plays a huge part."
Rita Skeeter is outspoken and much bolder. She uses suggestive and provocative language to make people think, but when other journalists asked for more details, she kept her mouth shut. She feared Hap would come to her door in the middle of the night and burn her to a crisp. Then, she went on to share the insights she had heard -
"Magic is the transformation of the impossible into the possible, a combination of imagination and magic."
"Successive Hogwarts Headmasters have basically followed a principle of never trying to stifle the imagination and creativity of young wizards. A certain Headmaster unknowingly made a mistake in this regard by setting up strict rules in the school, and he alone created over a thousand bans, so he became the most unpopular Headmaster in history."
"Of course, I don't mean that wizards are a bunch of crazy, forward-talking, unorganised guys; everyone is different, what I mean is their attitude towards magic. In the crown of science, mathematics and logic are undoubtedly an extremely bright jewel, but as far as I know, many scientists have weird quirks ..."
"Scientists, through learning knowledge, construct a sound and vast system in their minds and use this system to research all sorts of breathtaking results; while wizards learn and digest knowledge as a process of stimulating their own potential, they themselves are shaped by magical knowledge."
"To sum up, scientists serve as carriers of scientific knowledge and wizards are the products of magical knowledge."
From birth, a wizard has the most essential power of the magical world at hand - magic - after which the rest of his life is nothing more than learning how to harness it. Theoretically, every wizard has the hope of becoming Felix Hap, of becoming Dumbledore, Grindelwald ...
...
The moon was fading in and out of the drifting clouds, it is still a few days away from a full moon, so it is not so round. A crowd of wizards stood in the courtyard, looking at Felix in the centre.
"Are you sure?" Ms. Bones confirmed again and again, "The Muggle government has provided data to simulate the space environment ..."
"Don't worry, I made ample preparations." Felix said calmly, "If there is anyone in the wizarding world who can do this, I am sure that I have the most hope." As he said this, his face overlaid with patterns of fine runes.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were reminded of the night of Voldemort's return: the first time Professor Hap had demonstrated his ability to transform into a rune. They gained a little more confidence out of nowhere.
But this ability is in fact so consuming that Felix tries not to use it if he doesn't have to.
Dumbledore was good at a lot of magic, but naturally, his best was Transfiguration; he could even transfigure into all sorts of magical creatures in his human body, which would appear very implausible to other wizards, but it was nothing more than 'tricks' to him; in its extreme, Dumbledore's Transfiguration allowed him to return to the peak of his strength, to the point where he could even transform and strengthen tiny parts of his body like cells with the help of his transfiguration ability.
Felix had learned about it from Harry, and so far he did not feel he could conquer Dumbledore in that state.
Felix's best skill is undoubtedly the Ancient Runes.
And the 'Incarnation of Rune' is a perfect display of the limits of his abilities and what he has learned in this field. Even just by transforming his skin into Ancient Rune, he could survive far longer than the average wizard in space, not to mention the other magic he had.
With his Thinking Room, Ancient Runes, and Level 7 Shield Charm all appearing at once, Felix looked like a big, colourful butterfly to the others.
He tossed Hermione a silver pocket watch, as it would be his first attempt, there is no way he could take Valen with him, he would find it easier on his own, and when he explored the effects of the space and lunar environment on wizards, he would be perfectly able to develop a series of targeted spells - just like he had done with transforming different emotions into Patronus.
"A quarter of an hour." Ms. Bones said, somewhat nervously, "In a quarter of an hour we will activate the Portkey on you, which you can cancel if you succeed in landing on the moon; the Portkey works both ways."
Felix nodded. The atmosphere became serious and everyone knew it was time, Felix glanced towards the crowd and disappeared from their sight with a twist of his body. Everyone knew that a major magical experiment had begun.
And they would have to stay in the yard of Hogwarts and wait for the results.
"This isn't the Professor's style, if he was really ready for this he would have probably been to the moon several times by the time he announced the results, but apparently today is the first time he's actually done it." Hermione huffed.
"Muggle and wizard negotiations are about to begin." Ms. Bones said hesitantly.
"We have to trust Felix, he has performed many miracles." Professor McGonagall said in a lowered reassuring voice.
...
High in the sky.
Felix floated, he glanced behind him, thick clouds obscuring his vision, he checked the magic on his body one last time and then took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the middle of a vast, vast starry sky.
"How does it feel?" It was empty around him, but a voice passed through his consciousness into his mind.
Felix was not surprised, obviously already aware of this. He experimentally moved his arms and legs, then carefully sensed his body, "It's cold, very windy, and something else is dulling the magic barrier, I think it is cosmic rays ... but it's not a big problem, it's not touching my skin."
This is another trump card, one of Felix's sources of strength.
His doppelganger magic.
This magic that he had learned from the Arctic magical creatures was different from the usual illusions used by wizards - Felix divided in two, and as long as the magic remained in operation, they could be considered as two entities. Felix transformed one of his entities into a virtual figure in the thinking room, just like how he had transformed the pots and soil of mandrake planted in the school greenhouse into simple lines.
In case a problem occurs, and conventional magic fails to help him survive in space, and even ancient runes fail to help, he can still 'waste' a body and travel through space without a care in the world, simply by manifesting the virtual figure hidden in the thinking room at the last second and cancelling the division magic to act as a substitution.
The magical nature of the magic became apparent.
Felix began to travel through the starry sky, casting Apparition one after another. Unlike in battle, where he disappeared almost instantly, he needed a little time to cast this magic on his journey, perhaps it only took a few seconds for each casting, but when the number accumulated to two or three hundred, it still inevitably became a lot.
Almost ten minutes had passed. Felix looked back as he sat in space, the Earth in the distance turning into a tiny one, like a black glass ball with a pattern, floating through a starry sky with a pale white glow. When he looked up the moon was close at hand.
After another half minute, Felix stood on the surface of the moon.
"It's like being under a levitation charm." Felix muttered wordlessly. He didn't rush to explore, as he tried out some of the regular spells on the spot, and the effect remained largely the same. Then the blue pin at his chest lit up.
It was Ms. Bones who had activated the Portkey.
Felix casually extinguished the glow of the Portkey and fell into deep thought. He had spent about twelve minutes on the journey, counting the time delayed by the testing he had done along the way, this time could be compressed further once he became skilled in the process, which he estimated to be around seven or eight minutes.
If he could travel more widely with his Apparition, it might only take three or four minutes ... This is certainly good news. Felix began to cast his magic - a huge Bubble-Head Charm.
The Bubble-Head Charm shattered as soon as it appeared like an upside-down fishbowl.
"Tch, I knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing." Without surprise, Felix flipped through the Book of Runes, and soon a runic spell modelled after the Bubble-Head Charm appeared. Two years had passed since that metamorphosis, and Felix felt significant improvement every so often, but the key thing was that the ancient runes showed great adaptability.
"Maybe Grindelwald can do it too." Felix mused about the different areas of study of different people, even if they were the same Archmage. Grindelwald was particularly adept at dealing with the minute changes in magic, and he would be able to combine the properties of the Bubble-Head Charm with other magic to create a living environment in space atmosphere.
It took him some time to complete a hemispherical magical barrier. He added a variety of protective magic, while simultaneously balancing the right temperature, light, and pressure ... Finally, Felix drew a large amount of air from his emerald ring, and a temporary shelter was built.
Felix released the magic from his body and took a deep breath as the orb of illumination shed a soft glow.
He slowly closed his eyes and pretended like he was a wizard from hundreds of years ago - it was easy, he had visited many famous wizarding destinations and the pace of wizard life had always been slow, with too many buildings still retaining traces of hundreds, if not thousands of years ago, dating back as far as the days when the Herpo the Foul was active.
The light-coloured moon soil on the surface tumbled up, dark soil and various tiny particles of glass and rocky debris solidified into various shapes, pale earthy yellow rocks clumped together and burned, melted and shaped by the flames, and after a few minutes, Felix realised there wasn't quite enough oxygen.
"... It's normal, ancient wizards couldn't have brought everything with them."
Felix carefully examined the loose ruins of the building in front of him and gained some insight into how to build a house on the moon. He took vegetables out of his ring again and crushed them up and mixed them with the moon soil.
Finally, he held the soil mixed with the vegetable leaves and two vessels he had just crafted - one resembling a flower pot and one resembling a dish with an ancient pattern carved into it.
"The next step is the most crucial one."
Felix's expression was solemn as a cloud of time energy floated out of his ring and wrapped around the floating moon soil and containers ... This time energy came from the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries, after solving Miss Granger's long-distance time travel drawback, there was still some left to spare. It looked like it had been meant to be used for this current occasion.
The colour of the soil and container gradually became deeper and more ancient, and Felix smiled in satisfaction.
"What is false and what is true? When I stand here, it will be true."
He counted the big lies he had lately spread, borrowing Grindelwald's special identity counted as one, 'lighting up' Britain with illumination could only count as half due to the perfect timing, but right now it definitely qualified as another flat-out lie, and he was so bold that he wanted to create a history out of thin air.
Felix had no intention of forcibly creating a big gap between wizards and non-wizards, it wasn't practical, and it wasn't necessary. His idea was to get wizards (and non-wizards too) to turn their eyes to the vast expanse of the stars. If wizards had lived on the moon, what about further away? Like Mars?
At least Felix wouldn't stop exploring.
At Hogwarts, the crowd waited anxiously as two hours passed, the expressions on their faces changing from calm, to worried, solemn, anxious, desperate, and finally just a little bit hopeful.
Harry thought to himself that he is lucky to have Hermione here, to constantly reassure the students who were as agitated as he was around them.
There was a sudden soft thud in the air.
Felix appeared intact, smiling slightly as he glanced around, flicking the dust from his clothes and saying calmly and unhurriedly, "There was a shift in the landing point on the way back, and I had to-"
A figure rushed by, and he was about to dodge, but after seeing who it was he mentally hesitated and stayed where he was.
It was Hermione. She held on to his shoulder and kept sobbing on his chest.
"Next time, next time please take me with you." She said in a shaky voice.
Felix's expression went dazed.
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Felix's vision suddenly blurred into a trance for a moment as he whispered.
"Jane?"
Hermione froze instantly, feeling a wave of giddiness. She took a step back and tried her best to keep her tone calm, "Professor, I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."
"I just called your middle name, isn't it-"
"Jane!" Hermione blurted out. She smoothed her hair, and her thoughts gradually became clear, "I once heard from someone working at the Ministry of Magic that Umbridge's middle name is also Jane, and I particularly hated her, so I decided to change it." She re-emphasised, "Well, for now, I'm Hermione Jane Granger."
"Oh, uh, that's cool."
A sudden, strange emotion welled up inside Felix, the emptiness he once felt after knowing that a certain friend he had kept in touch with for so long would disappear forever since he found out the truth and identity of that friend, filled up by that emotion. He was just about to speak when Sirius, Bones, Dedalus Diggle, the shorter Professor Flitwick, and Sprout, as well as Neville, Harry, Ron, and Seamus, came around.
Sirius threw his arms around Felix's neck.
"You scared everyone, mate! We almost thought you wouldn't make it back." He grinned widely, "Come on, tell us what you saw on the moon. The guys couldn't wait in vain."
"Yeah, Professor." Some students cheered.
Felix glanced at Hermione, who had been squeezed to the back, and he held out his hand and waved it in front of the crowd's eyes, and the moon soil and two containers appeared out of thin air. With another casual wave of his hand, a huge floating and stretching blue tumbleweed-like flame appeared above his head, allowing the crowd to see what he wielded.
"This?" Ms. Bones said, holding her breath with doubt.
"I brought it back from the moon." Felix said, and the crowd was quiet for a moment, seemingly trying to understand the meaning of the words, followed by a sudden loud cheer and enthusiastic applause, the noise drew a steady stream of students who had remained in the castle, and they flooded into the courtyard ...
Harry clapped along with them, he felt very excited, it turned out to be true, there were really traces of wizard activity on the moon, Neville's eyes lit up with excitement, "That's amazing! I want to go to the moon too."
He was among the many who thought like this. Harry had the same thought, and he even regretted a little that he had failed his O.W.Ls exam in astronomy. The boring star charts and tongue-twisting names of celestial bodies suddenly became vivid and graphic, and they were entrenched by the deep, cold starry sky, and it started to look fascinating.
After the Moon, what will be Professor Hap's next target?
Mars?
Titan?
Jupiter?
Harry looked around for Hermione to get her opinion, failing to spot her. He turned his head to look behind him and found Luna who handed Hermione a light blue handkerchief with a calm expression, Hermione took it and Luna stroked her back casually like she was tending to a sick little animal. Harry suddenly understood something.
Harry looked back at Professor Hap who was receiving congratulations from the crowd, currently, it is nighttime and the blue tumbleweed flames illuminated the Professor's face very clearly and brightly, the corners of the Professor's mouth curled up slightly with a light smile, just as he usually did when giving lessons to his students, a smile Harry had seen countless times in Dumbledore's Pensieve.
On the contrary, all the people around the professor could only see one side of his body because they were standing around the professor.
"He's so dazzling, isn't he?" Luna asked dreamily.
Hermione didn't say anything and simply handed the handkerchief back to her. So Luna stood quietly next to Hermione, and together they looked at Felix who was surrounded by people, "He looks so calm and brilliant, that's what the wizarding world needs at the moment." With that, she hummed softly in a sing-song manner, "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."
"What are you trying to say?" Hermione asked stiffly.
"You look a little upset," Luna said bluntly, "I think you need some comfort or something."
Hermione rolled her eyes, she should have expected this, Luna's reaction wasn't quite like the average person's, and she sincerely hoped that Luna's article wouldn't infect too many people. But she was suddenly feeling much better, and she asked, somewhat curiously, "Luna, have you never felt upset?"
"Yes, I have." Luna said.
Hermione pricked up her ears to listen, but after ten seconds or so there was still no follow-up, and she blinked, realising that in Luna's perception, the question had already been answered. "I mean, how do you work through life's troubles?" Hermione asked patiently, and she gave her own solution, "I usually look for answers from books, but right now I don't think it would work."
"Think about happy things." Luna said shaking her head, the little Dirigible Plum earrings dangling from her ears almost hurling at Hermione, "You can only do one thing at a time, when your mind is occupied with other things, your worries won't come to bother you. I like to draw, and lately, I've got hooked on writing." She nodded affirmatively after saying that.
"But the problem still isn't solved!" Hermione exclaimed. She actually wanted to retort to Luna that her greatest hobby is to laze around alone, completely immersed in her own little world, but she had a feeling ahead of time that if she said that the conversation might immediately go off track and divert to some creature that existed only in Luna's fantasies.
She didn't want to spend the rest of the day arguing about whether bubble snot monsters and black leopard army existed, Hermione glanced at Felix, and oh yes, the moon frog! She bet Luna would definitely be looking for an opportunity to ask about it.
Luna's light-coloured eyes gazed at her unblinkingly, her large, bulging eyes dripping with a calm craziness. "It'll always work out in the end, though it might not happen in a way we'd expect-"
"Like what?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"I've been thinking about what I'm going to do after I graduate," Luna said with a straight face, "a normal job might not be quite suitable for me -"
Hermione covered her mouth and laughed lightly, it became difficult for her to imagine Luna's future job, compared to her, Fred and George were both considered mature, stable, and in line.
"So you've found it now?"
"I think I'm going to be a Magizoologist, running around the world." Luna said calmly, "I could spend my free time searching for undiscovered magical creatures in the local area, drawing them and documenting their discovery in writing. I already have my first target."
"Where is it?" Hermione asked, in surprise.
"The North Pole." Luna said perkily, "Felix told me that there is a miraculous ferret-like magical creature there that likes to eat hot dogs."
"That can't be right!" Hermione said flatly, "How could there be magical creatures that like to eat human food?"
"Nothing is impossible." Luna asked unexpectedly and rhetorically, "Well, Valen could right?"
"That's different, Valen was raised by the Professor." Hermione said subconsciously, with a sudden urge to immediately drag the Professor over and question him about what exactly he had said to Luna.
Luna froze and said vaguely, "I'll prove it to you." Then she became dazed as if wondering what kind of hot dog to prepare, and then she snapped out of it and asked, "What about you?"
"I - what?"
"I heard you want to be Minister of Magic."
"Oh, oh, yeah."
"I hope you succeed." Luna said seriously, and she seemed to think of something and asked, "You don't like goblin pies, do you?"
"Luna," Hermione said softly, "there's just no such food."
The conversation plunged back into an awkward silence. Hermione decided to change the subject before Luna brought up Auror's tooth-rotting conspiracy; perhaps she could make some small chat about that issue? Hermione considered herself to be something akin to an expert on gum disease, but she refrained from the tempting idea.
"Haven't you ever thought about joining the Ministry of Magic? To work in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures? If Ms. Bones hadn't started a new department, I'd have chosen it after graduation - and you would be able to see a lot of old friends, Harry, Ron, Neville ... though they would be in different departments."
"I am already friends with them." Luna said.
Hermione knew that Luna would only talk to people on topics that interested her, and when she wasn't interested she would get lost in her own world, appearing to be in a trance from the outside, or just like now, the conversation went off somewhere else - Hermione gave up on convincing Luna and stared at her as she excitedly snapped her fingers and named a string of club members. "... and Firenze, Hagrid, Grawp, Cloudber, Owo-"
"Who's Owo?" Hermione asked reflexively, "I know the others, I'm really surprised you and Grawp have met too, is it through Hagrid? And Cloudbur, I've seen him when I went to the school kitchen, he likes to work on recipes." She said under her breath like she was answering a question in class.
Luna waited for her to finish before saying, "Owo is a Thestral, Hagrid calls him Uwu."
Hermione mused for a while, "That seems to be the case, Hagrid mentioned it in class ... Oh yeah, did you find the king of the Thestral?"
"Found it." Luna said.
This was a really strange feeling. Hermione never thought she'd open up to talk to Luna one day (she felt inwardly that all the topics Luna focused on were too fictional), but when it did happen, she found it wasn't so bad, like whispering to a Halloween pumpkin.
Luna left and wandered off around the corner of the yard, at which point the crowd gradually dispersed, and Professor Hap handed Ms. Bones the Moon Soil and the two containers. "I'll take them to the Gringotts for identification first, as it happens Bill came to me during the day about the Pan-Magical Alliance, goblins are being ambiguous." She shook her head.
The Pan-Magical Alliance?
Hermione's eyes lit up. She chased after Ms. Bones in the direction she had left.
Felix stopped her cautiously and hesitantly said, "Granger-" "I figured it out, Professor!" Hermione said, and she ran off in a huff. Felix froze a little, what was going on, could he have got it wrong?
He stared at Hermione's back as the moon in the sky and the torches in the yard created two shadows, which overlapped and then separated quite apart. Hermione made her way into Hogwarts Castle next.
A few moments later. Harry sneakily pulled Ron along to look out in the entrance hall.
"What is it?" Ron looked towards the door, "Neville has gone to the kitchens with Dean and the others to get food, they said they were going to celebrate."
"Later." Harry said without much certainty. "By the way, are you and Collins still in touch?"
"Yes, I guess?" Ron said after careful thought, "I saw her at the Ministry of Magic just two days ago, she's now become a junior team leader ..."
"Hmm."
A few minutes later, Hermione returned.
"Ms. Bones promised!" She announced gleefully.
"Promise - what -" Harry asked, in surprise.
"I checked with Ms. Bones, and she said that the establishment of the Pan-Magical Alliance was going slowly, so I asked if I could help, and she said yes!" Hermione said as she headed towards the stairs, "The Ministry of Magic employees are caught in a deadlock in their negotiations with the Centaur and goblins. The former has no interest in an alliance, you know, they like to live their own little lives behind closed doors and don't treat anyone well, and they prefer not to be in an alliance with wizards and vampires ..."
"But the biggest problem is with the goblins. They want to remain neutral, but Bill has heard more than one voice within the goblins, and they could change their attitude at any time. This stems from many centuries-long histories of goblins and wizards getting along with each other full of conflict, it dates back to the earliest period of the school's establishment-"
"Why didn't I know that?" Ron interrupted.
"Gryffindor's sword." Hermione said briefly, so Harry and Ron immediately understood that it stems from goblins' sick view of ownership, and their insistence on believing that as long as something is created by a goblin, the ownership is theirs, even if the wizard paid for it. The goblins wanted to claim ownership of the item when the wizard died.
The Gryffindor sword, on the other hand, was crafted by the goblin king of that time. Would Hogwarts hand over the Gryffindor sword to the goblins? There is absolutely no chance of it happening.
"The Ministry of Magic would not approve of goblins claiming neutrality, because it actually means that they are detached from the wizarding world. This is especially necessary because they are responsible for our economy and has the right to mint money! We must prioritise an agreement with the goblins before we start negotiating with the muggle government."
"Okay, I almost understand," Ron said slowly, "but what does this have to do with you?"
"I wrote and drafted the earliest thesis!" Hermione shouted as if her tail had been stepped on, "I also spent a lot of time researching the cultures of the different races and their taboos, now all I have to do is find a set of statements that are acceptable to both sides ..."
"That's not easy." Ron muttered, "And it's not like I have any say in this, so take it easy."
"Yeah, Hermione, you've been a bit emotional lately," Harry interjected, saying half truthfully, "I thought you had fallen in love."
Ron was taken aback, then he looked at Hermione with wide eyes, "Really? With who?"
Hermione gave Harry a vicious glare.
"It doesn't matter." She retorted fiercely, "If you think I spent all my childhood, reading, learning magic, and enduring so much hardship just to fall in love with someone, you're wrong! The situation at hand is far more complicated than what Voldemort brought us, and the slightest mistake could ruin everything we value. This is a change that hasn't been seen in a thousand years since Hogwarts was founded, and we can't expect the Professor to do everything by himself."
"I talked to Luna, and she plans to become a Magizoologist in the future to search for hot dog-loving ferrets in the Arctic." Hermione said, Harry and Ron's eyes widened, did they hear correctly? Hermione raised her volume, "Will that wish still be granted if the world is at war everywhere? Would she be forced to join the Ministry of Magic and raise her wand to fight muggles? And eventually, die in one of the conflicts?"
Harry's heart sank, he couldn't visualise that scenario.
Crazy, quirky, yet intelligent and kind, Luna Lovegood was always at peace with herself and nothing seemed to faze her, but if Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood died in a conflict ... he shook his head violently, not wanting to think about it any deeper than he did, he didn't want to know exactly what would become of Luna.
"Luna wants to be a Magizoologist, and there's nothing wrong with that. I want to be Minister of Magic and be a part of the series of major changes in the wizarding world that will inevitably happen as we move towards peace, and you two want to be Aurors - it just so happens that we can protect the dreams of others while still fulfilling our own - "
She suddenly turned her aim and looked at Ron. "Didn't you once ask if we would be included in Professor Hap's legend?" Ron froze, desperately trying to remember, "Well ... there is such a thing, and Neville said that there is more than one person featured in the storybook."
"Actually there is another way." Hermione said.
"What is it?" Harry asked in a rush.
"Everyone -" Hermione pointed to Harry and Ron and then to herself, "You, me, everyone in the wizarding world, we're all a part of this legendary story! "
She said a few words from her heart.
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[Author:]
As the book draws to its conclusion, there is no way to turn a blind eye to the female lead issue, it has to be addressed in order to write a complete story. It's either a single female lead or no CP. It is now confirmed that Hermione is the female lead.
Some readers will remember that until near the end of the fourth-year storyline, it was uncertain who the time traveller was, and both Harry and Hermione were given the same amount of coverage as to who it could be. Because the author himself was not sure, it was not finalised until the last minute (if it was settled on Harry then the subsequent Lady Jane route would be scrapped).
The whole sixth-year plot was an improvised addition, it wasn't in the outline, and originally it was intended for Dumbledore to die in the battle with Voldemort before Grindelwald's prison break and stirring up a storm in the world. Then why did it turn out this way? Because I couldn't bear it and I didn't want Dumbledore to die with his regrets.
Hence, the sixth-year plot.
This plot is actually slightly thin, so the retrieval of the previous foreshadowing, the intersection of wizarding society with muggle society, and the coming of age (growth) of the trio is a vital part of the plot.
Because of some qualms, Hermione's coming of age has been moved to the present.
The author had previously commented that he would not write an ambiguous plot, and I certainly don't think the last plot will be considered ambiguous, like writing about Ron's character flaws in order to write about his growth.
Of course, there is another reason, because with the confirmation of Hermione being the main female lead, it's essential to structure some memorable points without hastily mentioning at the very end where it contradicts the previous story.
Why did you choose the single female lead over no CP? It is because I couldn't bear it. The protagonist is expected to live for many years, and everyone can predict him becoming a Headmaster, hiding behind the scenes, and exploring the stars, and overlooking the changes in the world; it would be too lonely to be alone.
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