Chapter 1311: Fried Eggs

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, eighth floor of the main castle tower, Headmaster's office.

It was a spacious and beautiful square room with bizarre silverware placed on a spindle-legged table.

Those were the alchemical magic products left behind by the previous... oh no, or rather, the previous-previous headmaster.

In the room, two witches from the Scottish Highlands were leisurely enjoying afternoon tea.

Eileen held a gilded porcelain cup, the tea sloshing within, reflecting her lake-blue eyes. Not far away on a low table were biscuits and cakes meticulously baked by the school's house-elves, along with various candies. Besides these, there was also a small box of ginger newt cookies, half-eaten.

However, the ginger newt cookies were not prepared by the Hogwarts kitchen; Eileen didn't like the flavor. It was the current headmaster's preference.

She gently blew on the tea in her hand. Even though she could freeze the tea with a thought, she preferred this slow, comfortable pace.

And not far from her, behind the mahogany desk that once belonged to Dumbledore, the current headmaster was flipping through a stack of thick documents.

Unlike the parchment commonly seen in the magical world, those documents were all white printed paper, common in the Muggle world.

"Do you have any further questions, Professor McGonagall?" Eileen asked, taking a sip of tea. "Or shall we go and retrieve Professor Dumbledore?"

Professor McGonagall shook her head, put down the documents in her hand, and sighed in relief, looking up at Eileen with a smile.

"No need. Dumbledore has worked hard for decades, it's best not to disturb his vacation."

"That's not a reason to press-gang me into service," Eileen pouted. "If you keep making me do free labor, I'll go get Dumbledore..."

"The old school year has ended, and the new one is about to begin. The person who caused all this mess should at least be responsible for answering questions, shouldn't they?"

Professor McGonagall said nonchalantly, standing up and walking to the window of the Headmaster's office.

Her gaze went to the lights in the distance from the castle, the bustling noise of the academy city continued, a prosperity that Hogwarts had never seen.

"Besides, with so many people and things, you wouldn't feel comfortable leaving it all to an old witch like me, cloistered in the school, would you?"

She said softly, thoughtfully stroking the Tarot card in her hand – the Major Arcana [The Moon].

Although she didn't like Divination, that didn't stop McGonagall from knowing the meaning of this Tarot card:

Just like her current state, in Tarot interpretations, [The Moon] is a card representing confusion,困顿, and unease.

In the moonlight, a lobster crawled out of the water and walked towards the moon goddess. It had to choose the correct one of the two distant towers, because that tower was the only way to see the moon goddess. The wolf and hound on the shore, also attracted by the moon goddess, hadn't noticed the lobster nearby.

The dog represented the lobster's dependence on the old world, and the wolf represented the lobster's fear.

Professor McGonagall didn't know if everyone's cards were like this, but her card had clearly been carefully chosen.

"The Major Arcana Council? So that's the name—"

Professor McGonagall muttered, looking at the lights outside the window, her face hidden in the shadows, making it hard to discern her expression.

Eileen wasn't in a hurry to urge McGonagall. The answer was given when the other party took the Major Arcana.

After a moment, Professor McGonagall let out a long breath and put away the card.

She leaned against the windowsill, her gaze falling on the shimmering surface of the Black Lake under the moonlight, and said faintly.

"...Miss Kaslana, two years ago, close to the start of the school year, I 'kidnapped' a special student from the town of Luss on the banks of Loch Lomond."

"At the time, I knew she would become a super troublemaker for Hogwarts – but I didn't expect that in just two years, we would be discussing whether to bring back Professor Dumbledore in the Headmaster's office. Thinking about it carefully, since you arrived at the school, time in the magical world seems to have been compressed."

Hearing Professor McGonagall talk about her admission, Eileen lowered her eyes, blowing pretty ripples on the tea.

"Yes, it's been two years—"

Professor McGonagall suddenly laughed, looking playfully at the little witch she had kidnapped.

"So, in two years, will Hogwarts become a problem for you?"

"Who knows, maybe it will, maybe it won't."

Eileen's voice was very calm, gently stroking the back of her smooth hand.

She could undo the oath on her hand at any time, but both she and Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten about it.

Perhaps Professor McGonagall was just asking subconsciously, she paused for a few seconds and returned to the mahogany desk.

"In any case, I will be here to protect Hogwarts until the very last moment. If there is any disagreement, I will stand on the side of the school's interests."

Looking at the serious-faced, elderly cat woman, Eileen shrugged noncommittally, without speaking.

The two of them had each pulled the other onto the "thief ship", so it was a tie.

"Speaking of..."

Professor McGonagall looked at the documents, hesitated for a few seconds, and gently rubbed her forehead.

"Gringotts Chieftain, Fairy Queen, The Fool, Hyperion Captain, Foundation O5-0... Where is your end?"

"End?"

Eileen thought carefully, tilted her head, and said seriously.

"Hmm, Magic Goddess? That should be enough—"

"Magic Goddess?"

Professor McGonagall repeated softly, raising her eyebrows.

"Somewhat arrogant, but considering the current and future possibilities, it's not impossible."

"It's just that it might be a bit unlucky."

Eileen muttered, staring at her fingertips in a daze.

Nicolas Flamel's research had many achievements, most of which were based on the Philosopher's Stone field.

And the closer she got to being a pure-blooded "Succubus" coupled with her magic network affinity, she was almost constantly immersed in the birth of the Philosopher's Stone.

On the bright side, she had plenty of time to gradually bring magic, the only regret was...

Immortality?

...

Time flew by.

Half a year later, the Ministry of Magic completed the magic network debugging.

Like starlight in the night, the magic network flickered in turn around the world.

And almost at the same time, the werewolf serum began to be piloted in the armed forces of various non-magical countries.

The International Confederation of Wizards finally realized the crisis, and the Ministry of Magic declared a state of emergency.

............

A year later.

Azkaban Wizarding Prison.

Barty Crouch stood at the prison gate, with dementors angry and terrified behind him.

Their terror came from the black-clad wizards in front, holding wands and welcoming Lockhart's release.

And in front of all the black-clad wizards, a Russian thug in a white coat was looking at him gently.

"Warden, Azkaban is entrusted to you—"

Lockhart nodded at old Barty, and took out a novel from his arms.

It was one he wrote a few years ago.

Someone told him that when he deleted all other people's stories, what was left would be his own.

Lockhart opened the book one last time, and found his own story in the pages that were mostly blackened with ink.

He took a deep breath and waved to the silent black-clad wizards behind him.

"Let's go, humans shouldn't continue to live in the unknown."

............

Two years later, the cure for lycanthropy was successfully developed.

Muggle-Werewolf-Squib-Wizard, this transformation path became reality.

The opposition lingering in the magical and non-magical worlds disappeared without a trace.

The era of universal wizards had arrived.

Half of Hogwarts' graduates in recent years had become teachers – in ordinary schools in the non-magical world.

Salzburg, Austria, became the first non-magical city in human history to complete the advent of magic.

Dumbledore, who had been missing for several years, suddenly appeared.

Along with him was Nurmengard Castle.

Of course, people were gradually beginning to call it another name:

Nurmengard "Magical Science" School, but in official documents, it also had a special magical rune writing.

It was based on the name of the school's founder in tribute, and the magical rune translated to "ggap;ad Magic School".

............

Three years later, the honeymoon between the magical government and the non-magical government finally ended.

The clouds of war began to brew over the nascent magical civilization.

But...

"Hyperion, teleport - anchor locked."

On the bridge, Irina looked at the White House below, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

She turned her head to look at the handsome young man with blond hair beside her.

"Mr. Malfoy, from here, let the fairy tale descend..."

"Yes, Captain Ivanovich."

"Summon the fleet!"

Sixteen-year-old Draco raised his finger and gently flicked the light and shadow in mid-air.

The magic beacon was instantly transmitted to the other end of the magic network.

The next moment—

Clatter.

The wand fell to the ground.

"Oh, my God..."

The President of the American Magical Congress, who had arrived in a hurry, looked at the sky and let out a weak groan.

Dozens of huge, ferocious steel behemoths broke through space and appeared in the sky.

Fire dragons spread their wings and soared in the sky, surrounded by hundreds of magic mechs.

Most importantly...

"Rua—"

Accompanied by a girl's clear shout.

Those defensive missiles and spells flying into the sky all turned into flying powder.

Behind the powder, a hot-bodied girl was slowly retracting her fist.

Golden magic armor surrounded her, like a female war god walking out of ancient mythology.

"In the name of [The Chariot], terminate all dangerous plans."

The war was over.

............

England, Scottish Highlands, west of Loch Lomond.

Here lies a quiet town, and in the southeast corner of the town is a magnificent church.

Behind the church was once a private orphanage, with a priest named Benitez serving as the director.

However, as time went on, the children grew up and left Luss Town.

Now, only Benitez continues to stay here to preside over the church.

Of course, Benitez is not alone at all...

After all, he now has a cute daughter...

Oh...

Perhaps we should also include the friend of his father, who is not related by blood, and the friends of his little padded jacket...

Tzz—

A tempting sizzle came from the frying pan, and the aroma of fried eggs filled the air.

"Really, why does Hannah have to go on a mission today—"

Hermione flipped the frying pan while complaining softly with some dissatisfaction.

The originally planned main force of the cook was Hannah, but Hannah had to leave temporarily, so she had to be pushed onto the shelf like a duck.

If Luna were the head chef, then perhaps no one but Mr. Lovegood would dare to touch the things on the plate.

After all, no one knows if the food they eat will suddenly turn into something indescribable, especially after she came back from an inspection at Gringotts, this [High Priestess] Miss seems to have awakened some worrying quirks, every time she cooks, it gives people an adventurous thrill.

"There's no way, the American Magical Congress and the local government still have some background, the Hyperion fleet group alone may not be stable."

Luna sat quietly in her seat, flipping through the latest issue of *A Bite of Hogwarts* with some boredom.

"But I feel like she should be back soon, anyway, that area is also within the range of the magic network..."

"That's true—"

Hermione nodded and continued to concentrate on dealing with the eggs in the frying pan.

These were newly delivered fire dragon eggs, and if they were wasted, she wouldn't be able to find a new one to replace them right away.

"Speaking of, where did that girl Eileen go?"

Benitez looked at Hermione busy in the kitchen, and then at Luna, who was temporarily picking vegetables beside her.

"Today is her birthday, wouldn't she have some important agenda that she can't get away from again..."

"Hmm, I heard that she seems to have been doing something recently, um, it seems to be a very difficult and troublesome profound magic research?"

Boom—

Before Benitez could finish speaking, there was a sudden burst of air outside.

"Hannah! Why didn't you teleport and chose to fly back instead?!"

Luna frowned, staring at the door with some displeasure.

"Ehehe—it's faster this way—"

Hannah stuck out her tongue and waved to the priest next to her.

"Good afternoon, Father Benitez—"

"Eileen's magic research is actually not difficult at all, it's just Animagus transformation."

"That's really too difficult, after all, you have to hold a leaf in your mouth for a month."

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes, and continued to speak with some amusement.

"That's more painful than killing her for that white-haired ball..."

"Uh—then why is she..."

Benitez asked in confusion.

However, this time, before Hermione could answer, a somewhat familiar girl's voice came from outside the door.

"It's very simple..."

"Because it can make you taller—"

Benitez turned his head and saw a tall, silver-haired girl walking into the yard.

"My Animagus form is, transforming into a Veela—although it only lasts for half an hour."

"Hmm... it smells so good..."

Eileen in girl form took a deep breath and looked in Hermione's direction, raising a small bag in her hand.

"Fire dragon eggs? Don't put them in the pot yet, I got a few fat eggs from the reserves..."

"Let's fry them together, anyway, they're not fertilized, it's a waste if we don't eat them."

Unfortunately, no one agreed with her proposal.

"Again?!"

"No!"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Sister Eileen is lying..."

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