"Uh, is that all?"

Deep within the Hufflepuff dormitory, the Fat Friar paused in the corridor, turning to look at the "clerical" witch.

He had expected Ellina to ask about some past secrets, but her question was merely... which way her dormitory was.

"I mean, I thought you would ask about some... past events—after all, this is kind of the first time in centuries—"

"No need, the relevant files record everything in great detail."

Ellina smiled slightly, politely shaking her head, and said to the Fat Friar with a serious expression.

"Besides, given my rank, it's best not to ask too much about certain things. Those are matters for the higher-ups."

"Whether it's magic or theology, there's not much difference to me—they're all knowledge that takes time to learn. Just mastering this knowledge is enough to give me a headache."

"But..."

The Fat Friar's lips moved for a few seconds, his gaze lingering on the dark black cross swaying on Ellina's chest.

Normal clerical members wouldn't use black crosses. He hadn't heard of any choir nuns in the "Inquisition."

More importantly, according to the rules of the time, any cross-border incidents involving the non-magical world and the magical world were to be presided over by at least a bishop-level personnel.

The Fat Friar took a deep look at Ellina's youthful face, glanced around, gritted his teeth, and said with a solemn expression.

"Shouldn't there be a bishop-level figure accompanying you throughout this kind of thing... I mean, Miss Kaslana, you should know how wary they are of magic."

"Perhaps times are indeed different, but you'd better think carefully, after all, no one can guarantee your experiences in Hogwarts Castle... It's very dangerous..."

"Bishop? That person is always around—"

Ellina raised an eyebrow and hummed thoughtfully.

"Eh?"

The Fat Friar was stunned.

"My clerical name is... Theresa Apocalypse."

Ellina glanced at the ghost floating in mid-air, and suddenly feeling playful, said in a holy voice.

"In the name of Apocalypse, I will inherit the position of bishop sooner or later, but before that, you're right—this is Mr. [老爷子]’s responsibility."

"W-wait! A-Apocalypse?!"

The Fat Friar's pupils contracted sharply. As a clergyman from centuries ago, he certainly knew the word.

However, this wasn't a surname printed on some pure-blood family tree, but a word that appeared in countless religious texts, meaning...

"...Apocalypse?!"

"Or—"

Ellina's eyes flashed with mischief, and she said playfully.

"The end of the world... the great cataclysm?"

"Anyway, thank you for the guidance, farewell—sir."

She raised her right hand and quickly waved it towards the door flashing with dim magical runes not far away.

Without any dazzling radiance, the door silently slid open inward, and soft, warm light shone from the crack onto the corridor outside.

"If you have any other questions, you might as well go directly to Bishop Apocalypse—yes, he came to Hogwarts Castle a long time ago."

Creak—bang.

With the door closing again.

Only Ellina's lingering voice and the surprised and uncertain Fat Friar were left in the corridor.

"Apocalypse... Bishop?"

The Fat Friar murmured in a low voice, his semi-transparent soul flickering.

As Hogwarts' enthusiastic ghost, the Fat Friar knew almost everyone who came in and out of the school.

And following Ellina's "hint" just now, the Fat Friar quickly associated it with a certain faculty member who entered the school almost at the same time as her.

Could it be...

The Fat Friar took one last look at the closed bedroom door in front, and without looking back, floated towards the upper area of the castle.

In any case, these matters were no longer something he could figure out alone, and he had to seek some extra help.

…………

Huff, magic, theology... this world is indeed more complicated than she imagined.

At the same time, on the other side of the bedroom door.

Ellina leaned against the door, letting out a long sigh.

As time passed, she gradually understood the destination she hoped to reach, and the various challenges and dangerous situations she might encounter along the way.

Perhaps she could defeat Voldemort and infiltrate the Ministry of Magic with her "precognition," but if she wanted to merge worlds, the knowledge from movies and novels might be too thin.

The non-interference between the non-magical and magical worlds for centuries couldn't be based solely on one-sided restraint.

It was like the Cold War standoff between the US and the Soviet Union—balance only existed between two evenly matched sides.

The Ministry of Magic, the Muggle government...

These were just the tip of the iceberg. Ellina wouldn't naively think that either the magical or non-magical side had an overwhelming advantage.

As the person who opened the hope of a new world, before setting sail, she had to understand how thick the ice hidden under the "surface" was, and how hard it was.

"The power of the magical world has been almost completely integrated, now it's just waiting for news from the non-magical world..."

The Internet Age of human civilization was coming soon. She had to seize the initiative before then, otherwise, she might miss the only chance to integrate in nearly a hundred years.

The magical civilization, which reappeared in the eyes of the world after centuries of silence, must not be a Titanic full of tourists—it must be an invincible icebreaker.

And when that time comes...

The Age of Magic, Ellina leaned against the door in a daze.

She didn't expect that she would be the one writing the fairy tale in the end, this feeling was really wonderful.

And once she accepted this setting, then she was—

"Ellina? El-li-na—"

Before she could expand her imagination, a familiar voice was shouting in her ear.

Immediately afterward, was a rosy, slightly chubby face, although there was a bit of naivete hidden in her eyebrows, it made her even more adorable.

"Wow—Ellina, you found the dormitory all by yourself?!"

Hannah looked at Ellina standing at the door in surprise, as if she saw Hermione flying around in the sky.

"Y-your sense of direction is really savable?! Oh my gosh—"

She subconsciously reached out her hands and pinched the white-haired puffball's face, wanting to confirm whether this was a real person or a magical illusion.

"You finally evolved?! Well, just like that whatchamacallit Bulbasaur you mentioned..."

Since the two had known each other for so long, this was the first time Hannah had seen Ellina accurately arrive at a certain place.

You know, if no one guided her, this guy would never step into a cross-passage, let alone find the bedroom door and walk in on her own.

According to Hermione, Ellina belonged to the "extinct-level" of being directionally challenged—if she was in the wild without anyone accompanying her, she might lose herself without realizing it.

Pa.

"You're the Bulbasaur! Also, I'm not directionally challenged!"

Ellina slapped Hannah's hand away and glared at the iron-headed idiot.

"The Fat Friar brought me here—"

"Oh—" Hannah nodded in sudden understanding.

"Never mind that, where's your mother?"

Ellina looked around the room and asked hurriedly, her expression slightly subtle and worried.

There was no one else in the warm and comfortable bedroom, but judging from the clean and orderly furnishings around, the bedroom had obviously just been tidied up.

"I heard she came with you to clean up, you didn't encounter anything... uh, strange things, did you?"

"Well, Mom should be over there in the bathroom, right?"

Hannah pointed backward while blinking in confusion.

"As for strange things..."

Ahhhhhh—

Before Hannah could finish her sentence, a woman's scream suddenly came from behind the half-covered bathroom door.

Crap!

Without time to explain, Ellina quickly passed Hannah and rushed towards the bathroom.

As expected, was she still one step too late...

Now... she's doomed...

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Yay!