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Three weeks later...
Magi Mundo Conference Hall...
The grand chamber of the Magi Mundo Conference Hall buzzed with tension and anticipation.
This was the third official Magi Mundo Conference—
An international summit where representatives from magical ministries and muggle governments across the globe had gathered once more.
The atmosphere was heavier than ever.
This time, the topic was bolder, more dangerous, and almost unthinkable.
Each nation's delegation had arrived to give their final verdict on the radical proposal made three weeks ago by Leo Morningstar—
The man who had turned the Dark Lord into a global punchline.
His condition was simple in words but seismic in implication.
"Unite the muggle governments with the wizarding ministries under a single integrated magical council... or be left behind."
And now, here they were, standing before one another—
Powerful politicians, aurors, security chiefs, ministers, secretaries of state—
Jostling for breath under the weight of an impossible decision.
After all, humans were greedy.
No one wanted to abandon their thrones.
No one wanted to surrender their ancestral seats of power, the networks they had built, or the influence they commanded.
'Why merge when you could rule? Why cooperate when you could control?'
And yet, the story about Morningstar loomed like a sword above all of them.
They had seen what he could do.
Some feared him.
Some respected him.
Some wanted him dead.
But none of them could afford to ignore him.
All around the world, governments were in a frenzy.
In secret chambers, hidden vaults, and closed-door meetings, intelligence agencies and power brokers were engaged in full-scale investigations.
Files stacked high.
Reports classified above top secret.
Surveillance satellites were re-tasked.
Psychic analysts were summoned.
Whisper networks activated.
Their mission:Make contact with wizards.
Understand their world.
Secure leverage.
Some succeeded.
Through bribes, promises of land, or carefully disguised pacts, certain governments managed to get information out of wizards who didn't mind sharing a little too much—
Especially those who had grown disillusioned with the Ministry's control or who saw opportunities in new alliances.
And from these quiet leaks, a picture began to form.
A picture of a world richer, older, and more dangerous than they had imagined.
A few names stood out above all others:
Albus Dumbledore – The "wise old sage" figure whose name echoed across continents like a fable.
Gellert Grindelwald – Once a terror, now... a mystery. Was he reformed? Or just biding his time?
And then...
Leo Morningstar – The wild card. The man who humiliated Voldemort. Who established a new House at Hogwarts. Who toppled dark legacies like they were rotting towers.
The world governments quickly realized something terrifying:
"These aren't just wizards. These are titans. And they are reshaping the world while we play catch-up."
Panic set in at the highest levels.
Some nations began drawing up anti-magic protocols, training special ops forces in counter-magic warfare.
Others—
More pragmatic—
Sent envoys, disguised as ambassadors or trade delegates, to knock on the doors of wizards they found out.
But a storm was coming.
And they finally realized that balance of power was no longer in human hands alone.
The grand Magi Mundo Conference Hall shimmered with layered enchantments—
Each wall inscribed with ancient runes, wards humming gently in the background.
Floating banners of various magical and non-magical nations lined the ceiling, fluttering without wind.
It was the third global conference, and tensions were at an all-time high.
As the room settled into a tense silence,
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Minister Jenkins rose from her seat—
Draped in elegant emerald robes bearing the Ministry's crest, her presence commanding attention.
She stepped forward toward the podium at the center of the circular council chamber,
Her voice calm but firm.
"On behalf of the Wizarding World, I ask... have the Muggle governments reached a decision regarding the unification proposal?"
A long pause followed.
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Muggle representatives exchanged uneasy glances—
Some sweating, some stone-faced.
Papers were shuffled.
A delegate from the United Nations finally stood, adjusting his tie nervously.
"We... respect the wizarding world's strength and culture. However, a complete governmental merger is... not possible at this time."
Jenkins didn't blink.
But across the magical section of the chamber, eyebrows twitched.
Hands folded tighter.
Their eyes narrowed.
The delegate continued, stammering slightly.
"Instead, we propose official recognition of the wizarding governments as independent nations, with full territorial sovereignty, diplomatic immunity, and access to global trade and technological exchange. We will treat magical nations as we do any other country… as equals."
The offer echoed through the chamber like a cold breeze.
For a brief moment, silence reigned.
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Then—
A visible shift occurred on the wizarding side.
Every witch and wizard present—
Ministers, elders, and envoys—
Shared the same darkened expression.
Their features hardened.
Eyes flared.
The atmosphere thickened like storm clouds gathering.
It wasn't anger.
It was disappointment.
Insult.
As if the Muggles had missed the point entirely.
They didn't want charity.
They didn't want acknowledgment.
They had offered unity—
And in return, received diplomacy wrapped in fear and self-preservation.
From the wizarding section, murmurs began to rise.
"They want the benefits… without sharing the burden."
"They still don't trust us…"
"So this is their answer…"
A quiet scoff came from Grindelwald's corner, arms crossed, whispering something into Dumbledore's ear.
Dumbledore's eyes remained fixed ahead—
Calm, unreadable, but clearly displeased.
Jenkins finally spoke again, her voice a notch colder.
"I see."
And the room tensed further.
Just as Minister Jenkins opened her mouth to respond, a quiet shift rippled through the chamber.
Leo Morningstar rose from his seat.
The murmurs ceased.
"____"
Clad in his obsidian black coat with silver accents,
Leo's mere presence drew the gaze of every person in the room—
Wizard and Muggle alike.
His steps echoed ominously as he walked forward, calm yet deliberate.
He leaned close to Jenkins and whispered something only she could hear.
Her expression changed instantly—
Eyes widening, breath caught in her throat.
"____"
Whatever he said sent a jolt down her spine.
With a slow nod, she stepped back, wordlessly returning to her seat.
Nod~
Leo now stood alone before the assembly.
He turned to face the Muggle representatives—
His red eyes unreadable, yet sharp like a blade honed over centuries.
Silence gripped the room once more.
Then he spoke—
Measured, clear, and final.
"Since your governments have chosen not to accept the conditions of unity... the wizarding world sees no reason to remain at this table."
"Diplomacy has failed."
A wave of cold finality swept through the hall.
The Muggle delegates immediately broke into panic.
Chairs scraped back.
Hands shot up.
Voices overlapped.
"Wait—wait, Mr. Morningstar, this doesn't have to mean war!"
"Surely we can reconsider certain points—perhaps a phased integration—"
"Please, don't walk away—!"
One of the younger representatives—
Clearly desperate and ill-prepared for such intensity—
Slammed his hands on the table.
"You're making a mistake! If you don't cooperate, we'll... we'll create our own magical academies! We have wizards among us too! We'll train them ourselves!"
Silence.
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Then—
Laughter.
Not polite chuckles.
Chuckles~
Not mild amusement.
Mocking.
The kind of laugh that came from centuries of experience, from knowing exactly how foolish the statement was.
Grindelwald smirked.
Smirk~
Dumbledore arched an eyebrow, hiding a smile.
Several wizard delegates whispered to each other, amused.
Even Jenkins, now seated, gave a sigh like someone watching a child throw a tantrum.
But Leo?
Leo didn't laugh.
He simply tilted his head, gazing down at the Muggle representative who had spoken, his expression as calm as a still ocean... just before a storm.
"You would take children... with magic you barely understand... and place them in your own hands?"
He took a step forward.
"Tell me... would you know how to stop a curse that devours a soul from within?"
Another step.
"Would you know the difference between a young seer's vision... and a memory trauma spell?"
His voice lowered to a chilling calm.
"Would you know what to do if one of your 'students' accidentally summoned a demon from the Void Realms?"
{(A/N): Mc is teasing the young man... adding gun powder to the young man's imagination.}
The young Muggle went pale.
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Leo's eyes narrowed.
"You believe knowledge is power. That's your mistake. Magic is not power."
"Magic is responsibility."
Leo didn't move.
His gaze remained fixed on the young Muggle man who had dared to speak out again.
"And let me make something very clear,"
Leo said, voice like thunder held behind glass.
"The wizarding world will not wait for Muggles to come to a decision."
He paced slowly, his boots echoing on the marble floor.
"This—"
He gestured around the grand chamber,
"was courtesy. A chance to stand as equals. To prepare together... before the storm."
"You believe we came to you because we needed something. No. We came because you will need us."
A hush fell once more.
"When the magic boom erupts, when the surge spreads across the planet, every power grid... every device fueled by electricity... gas... atomic energy... will fail. Satellites will crash. Communications will die. Machines will turn to dust in your hands."
"And you will stand in the dark."
The elder Muggle diplomats paled. Some exchanged looks of disbelief. Others, horror. But the same young man—naïve and proud—lifted his chin and barked back.
"So what? We've got solar power! Hydro, wind, and—hell—even geothermal! We'll survive without your world!"
A moment passed.
Leo just stared at him.
Long. Hard.
Not angry.
Just... baffled.
He blinked once.
Then tilted his head ever so slightly, as if wondering if the young man had genuinely lost his mind.
"Solar?"
Leo repeated softly.
"Do you even know what's coming?"
He stepped closer, and the lights in the chamber seemed to dim, ever so slightly.
"When magic reclaims its place at the heart of this world... it will warp reality itself. It won't just block energy. It will consume it. Skies will shift. Oceans may boil. Forests may awaken... and cities may crumble into silence. Economic crash..."
His voice dropped to a near whisper—
But everyone could still hear him.
"The last time this happened, your ancestors painted it as myths... Atlantis. Babylon. The fall of empires. But it wasn't myth. It was the world resetting."
He looked around now, not just at the foolish youth, but at all the representatives.
"You still think this is politics. That this is a game of threats and diplomacy. It's not. This is survival."
Then his eyes returned to the young man.
"And if you truly believe solar panels will protect you from a magical cataclysm... then you have already lost."
The young man slowly sank into his chair, silenced.
A heavy silence spread through the chamber, punctuated only by the distant hum of magical wards pulsing along the conference hall's walls.
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Minister Jenkins remained seated, her fingers clenched on the armrest of her chair.
Leo turned his back to the Muggle delegates and began walking away.
"This was your chance,"
He said over his shoulder.
"Now... you will face the consequences unprepared."
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