Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

The clouds in the distant night sky finally stopped churning, returning to their usual tranquility.

Grindelwald closed the blinds and sauntered back to Dumbledore's desk.

"If you're really that worried," Dumbledore said without looking up, "you're perfectly welcome to go with them."

"Worried?! Ha."

Grindelwald glanced at Dumbledore with a subtle expression and smirked.

The request for the Hyperion to return to "escort" them had been approved by the Headmaster in less than three seconds under his watchful gaze. He had merely been standing by the window, helping a proud old friend complete some farewell gestures he wished to make.

"However, I am curious," Grindelwald said, playing with Dumbledore's phoenix, "aren't you at all concerned?"

Dumbledore calmly finished writing the letter, gently blew on it, and with a tap of his wand, the sealing wax was instantly completed.

"Worried about what? It's just an outing. I never interfere with my students' weekend plans—"

He said calmly, looking up at Grindelwald.

"Or do you think I should be worried?"

"That's true," Grindelwald nodded in agreement. "After all, it's just a large, flat-bottomed fishing boat. What mischief could a twelve or thirteen-year-old witch get up to? Even if she mortgaged Hogwarts last year, she's still just a child..."

"I know Miss Kaslana. She wouldn't let the people she cares about be in danger."

Dumbledore said, rotating the parchment in his hand one hundred and eighty degrees and pushing it towards the retired old dark wizard who was teasing his phoenix in the distance.

"Here are the reserve applications for the Priestess, the Chariot, and Justice. Perhaps it's a little early, but I don't have much objection to this. The strength and growth rate of the new generation far exceed our imagination. If you have no objections, it would be best to sign it before Miss Fool returns to Hogwarts. And of course, reconfirm each person's guidance target..."

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Devon, the highest point in Quiberon village.

Unlike the simple, similar houses below.

On the hill of this emerging wizarding village stands a bizarre house.

From a distance, it looks like a huge black chimney pointing straight to the sky, with a ghostly moon decoration hanging behind the house.

This is the headquarters of the most fashionable magazine group in the wizarding world today, The Quibbler Comprehensive Publishing Co.

Or rather, the Lovegood's home.

"Oh, no, no, no—"

Xenophilius Lovegood said anxiously, his long, straw-like white hair shaking from side to side.

"This can't be like this, of course not! Luna is certainly very excellent, but she... this is different from what we agreed on before, Luna is not ready... I... I think this is very inappropriate, to be honest, I am very honored that you visited here, but this is not—"

"I am not a lobbyist, Mr. Lovegood."

In front of The Quibbler's editor-in-chief, floated a semi-transparent figure.

Generally speaking, ghosts rarely visit the homes of unfamiliar wizards, they are more accustomed to wandering in the scenes where they stayed in life.

However, it does not mean that they cannot move around.

"As you can see, I am not under anyone's orders, nor can I force you to make any promises..."

Nearly Headless Nick, or rather Mr. World, looked at Xenophilius, then looked around, full of curiosity.

This was almost the strangest room he had ever seen.

The room was a standard circle, feeling like being in a giant pepper shaker.

Everything was made into an arc, conforming to the walls: including the stove, sink, and cupboards, and all were painted with bright primary colors filled with flowers, insects, and birds. In the center of the room was a cast-iron spiral staircase leading upstairs, which was making clattering sounds.

That was the prototype machine for printing The Quibbler, which once bore the entire printing task of this publication.

It's really incomprehensible, can two "Major Arcana" level wizards be born here?

"Well, Mr. Lovegood, I am here today to consult about some things..."

Nearly Headless Nick regained his thoughts, cleared his throat, and looked at Xenophilius with a serious expression.

"In the 'reserve' training proposal submitted by Miss Fool, she intends to split part of her own work and distribute it to three 'reserve Major Arcana' witches. However, given that the Priestess, the Chariot, and Justice are still inexperienced, for a long time, all orders and replies they issue will be reviewed by members of the Major Arcana until they officially obtain their respective main cards..."

"From the current communication, Justice will be the responsibility of the Hierophant, the Chariot will be the responsibility of the Tower, and Luna Lovegood, that is, the Priestess, should be guided by me – mainly to assist in handling matters related to Gringotts."

Looking at Xenophilius who wanted to speak but stopped, Nearly Headless Nick bowed slightly and quickly added.

"Oh, since this is essentially Miss Fool's autonomous decentralization of power, the candidates cannot be voted on at the Tarot Council."

According to the rules jointly formulated by Elena, Dumbledore and others, any new o5-level decision must be voted on by the entire 'Tarot Council', and the number of negative votes must not be greater than one-seventh, which is why Xenophilius is not so anxious for the time being.

As long as he doesn't let go, unless all the other 'Major Arcana' agree, Luna will not be able to become a new o5 member.

Of course, Xenophilius had long understood that the Dark Lord would never be honest on the contract...

Compared to him in Devon, that cunning, dangerous, short witch had too many ways to influence little Luna.

Living together day and night, his most beloved little moon would sooner or later become shaped like Elena.

But...

The authority of Gringotts Wizarding Bank? Seems not bad.

Xenophilius pondered for a few seconds, his eyes examining Nearly Headless Nick.

As one of the o5 members, the Major Arcana Hermit, Xenophilius certainly knew the true identity of this Gryffindor resident ghost.

The famous Earl Isaacs, Thomas Cromwell, the legendary figure who ended the centuries-long war between wizards and Muggles and drove out the Roman Catholic Church's strongholds in England - this one is much more reliable and safer than the other 'Major Arcana'.

Wait?!

Existing Major Arcana as guides?

Xenophilius's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Nick eagerly.

"Well, if I don't object for the time being, can I..."

"You alone cannot, Mr. Lovegood - the reserve Priestess cannot be your final review. Due to the most basic principle of kinship avoidance, this will affect the independence of subsequent decisions. However, you can apply to become the of the other reserve members..."

"...Miss Granger and Miss Abbott? Didn't you just say that their guides are—"

"As one of the Major Arcana, you can discuss with the Hierophant and the Tower."

Nearly Headless Nick smiled elegantly, looking at Xenophilius thoughtfully.

Unlike the other wizards, the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler had never seemed to show magical strength.

Just like the compatibility of the Magician, Xenophilius Lovegood has always perfectly interpreted the meaning of the Hermit:

The Hermit wears a robe, carries a lamp and a cane, and gropes forward alone in the dark. This card represents solitude, the Hermit tries to abandon external temptations, and achieves inner peace, and then obtains the truth through solitary meditation in a silent environment.

And in the magical world, "truth" is sometimes more powerful than all spells and magical runes.

"Cough, let's forget it then, I think—"

Xenophilius blinked and imagined the scene, and said a little uncomfortably.

"Then, let's go upstairs and continue talking. If you are going to take care of my Luna in the future... then a lot of habits and preferences are very important. If possible, I would even be willing to help you write them down in detail. It's just, the ghost notebook—"

"Don't worry, Mr. Lovegood, we have our own recording methods."

Nearly Headless Nick smiled and took out a roll of light gray transparent parchment from his pocket.

"Oh, that's just great—"

Xenophilius sighed helplessly and turned to go upstairs.

Fortunately, Luna has always been staying in Hogwarts Castle during school.

As for after the holidays, either she returns to this house to live, or like this Christmas, he goes to Hogwarts Castle to spend Christmas with his daughter. If not, she will temporarily live in the homes of some highly respected wizards, which is generally reassuring.

In Xenophilius's view, strictly abiding by the school rules is one of Dumbledore's few advantages now.

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At the same time, the Hyperion.

Hermione, Luna, and Hannah gradually recovered.

They gathered by the captain's console, looking around curiously, while listening to Elena introduce the Hyperion to them.

Under Elena's operation, the bridge floor became translucent, like an inverted Hogwarts Great Hall ceiling, truthfully reflecting the scene below. The castle, the Black Lake, and the Forbidden Forest quickly retreated like small models on a sand table, and soon disappeared from view.

The goblins and wizard operators around them began to chat quietly after setting up the automatic cruise.

"Welcome to the Hyperion," Elena said softly, "the world's first aerospace carrier, jointly owned by Hogwarts, Gringotts Wizarding Bank, and the Destiny Group..."

"When we land at the base, before the next round of weapons testing, maybe I can temporarily dispel the illusion and lead you around the Hyperion for a few laps to take a good look at this big guy..."

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