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The Evanses and Smallvale family soon found their seats—
Luxuriously placed not far from where Leo's women had gathered,
Each of them radiant beneath the golden glow of the enchanted lanterns.
Mavis waved eagerly to Lily and Delphini, while Kejoro sat with her hair pinned elegantly, chatting softly with Eileen and the Black sisters.
Then, without warning, the lights across the entire stadium dimmed.
A hush fell over the roaring crowd, tens of thousands of witches and wizards now reduced to a vibrating silence.
"____"
Even the floating banners slowed their flutter,
Their magic attuning to the shift in atmosphere.
A single spotlight flared onto the grand stage at the center of the pitch.
Then came the procession.
Striding out first was Leo Morningstar—
Tall, poised, his presence alone commanding the breath of every eye in the stadium.
Beside him walked Minister Jenkins, draped in deep emerald robes trimmed with silver.
At their flanks followed Dumbledore and Grindelwald—
Their joint appearance sending shockwaves through the audience.
Murmurs rose like storm winds.
Even through they knew about Grindelwald and Dumbledore witnessing it.
Still shock them.
"Is that Grindelwald—standing freely?"
"With Dumbledore, no less—!"
"And Morningstar is with them? What does this mean?"
Behind them marched a phalanx of Aurors and high-ranking Ministry officials,
Wands drawn in salute,
Their polished boots echoing across the enchanted stage.
And at the rear, cloaked in flames that shimmered gold and crimson, strode Nicolo Flames,
The legendary war wizard himself—
His very name enough to elicit awe.
The uproar of the crowd reached a deafening pitch.
Some cheered wildly, swept by the grandeur of history unfolding before their eyes.
Others whispered nervously,
Their voices tinged with fear at the sight of Dumbledore and Grindelwald side by side again,
Flanked by the enigmatic Morningstar whose influence seemed to stretch beyond wizarding Britain.
Inside the VIP box...
Mr. Evans leaned forward, eyes wide.
"Lily… is this normal for wizarding world?"
He whispered.
Lily's lips parted, breathless, as she gripped the rail.
Giggle~
"No, Dad. This… this is history."
And then—
The lights shifted once more,
Bathing the stage in golden brilliance as Minister Jenkins raised her hand to begin the first wizarding New Year's celebration.
Minister Jenkins stepped forward,
The enchanted amplification charm carrying her voice across the vast stadium.
The golden light bathed her as the crowd hushed, thousands of eyes fixed on her every word.
"Witches, wizards… and to our honored Muggle families who have joined us tonight—welcome. This night marks the beginning of something greater than mere tradition. Tonight, we celebrate the first Wizarding New Year—a celebration of unity, of magic, and of the future we are building together."
A wave of cheers rippled across the stands, banners waving in the enchanted breeze.
CHEEEEERR!!!
Jenkins let it wash for a moment before raising her hand for silence.
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"Change is upon us,"
She continued, her voice steady but laced with gravity.
"For centuries, our world has been fragmented. Hidden. Divided by borders, bloodlines, and secrecy. But no longer. The Ministry has made the decision to merge with the Continental—a society of witches and wizards of ancient lineage, who have long lived apart in seclusion. They represent refinement, discipline, and the highest ideals of magical society."
The words were crafted with elegance, dripping with allure.
Whispers spread like wildfire among the crowd.
'The Continental? A high society? Then being part of it means prestige… status…!'
Jenkins gave the faintest smile, letting the impression settle.
"This union will raise us all—into a future where wizarding culture thrives alongside the traditions of those who have preserved its deepest values. Those who adapt will rise with it. Those who resist… will be left behind by history."
The crowd erupted—
Half in awe, half in hungry ambition.
Nobles leaned forward eagerly,
Their eyes glinting at the thought of access to this refined order.
Ordinary wizards whispered feverishly,
Already imagining what they must do to prove themselves worthy of this new class of society.
Even some of the Muggles smiled nervously,
Reassured that their children were stepping into something grand.
But behind the carefully woven glamour of words,
The truth remained hidden.
Jenkins' speech was a mask—
Designed to deceive the masses into embracing a power that was far older, far darker, and far more controlling than they could ever suspect.
In the VIP box...
Eileen Prince exchanged a sharp look with Severus, who shifted uncomfortably.
Delphini leaned closer to Lily and whispered,
"She makes it sound like an invitation… but it feels more like a leash."
And among the shadows at the back of the stage, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Nicolo Flames, and Newt with Tina stood silent, their expressions unreadable.
They knew what this really meant.
They knew who truly stood behind the name Continental.
Only a handful of people—
Jenkins, Leo and those who lived within his mansion—
Understood the reality.
For the rest of the wizarding world, tonight was the first step into willing chains.
The crowd erupted into layered whispers the moment Jenkins uttered the words.
"merge with the Continental."
In the VIP sections...
Aristocratic pure-blood families leaned toward one another,
Eyes glittering like magpies who'd spotted gold.
"Finally,"
One nobleman muttered with smug satisfaction.
"The Ministry recognizes refinement. The Continental… the true society of old blood. It was inevitable."
His wife's lips curved into a thin smile.
"Our family name will carry more weight than ever. It will be our children who ascend first."
Around them, ambitious half-bloods exchanged glances of hope and desperation.
"Do you hear that? A high society! If we can prove ourselves, we'll be welcomed too,"
One young wizard whispered, already imagining doors opening that had long been closed to him.
Ordinary witches and wizards in the stands clutched each other, their expressions caught between awe and confusion.
"The Continental… I've never heard of them. But if the Minister says they're powerful, then being part of them must be good,"
One father said to his wife, who nodded quickly, swallowing her doubts.
Nod~
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Among the Muggles, unease was stronger.
Some smiled stiffly, trying to mask their discomfort,
But others leaned in close to their magical relatives.
"They speak of refinement and ideals, but… doesn't it sound like they're placing everyone into ranks?"
Whispered one Muggle mother, her knuckles tight around her daughter's hand.
Meanwhile, the younger generation—
Students and fresh graduates—
Buzzed with excitement, their voices bright with ambition.
"Did you hear? It's like… like we'll be joining something greater. Imagine saying you belong to the Continental! That's status for life!"
One boy exclaimed, his friends nodding eagerly.
The stadium trembled with energy.
Some saw opportunity, others saw salvation,
And a few—very few—felt the icy undercurrent beneath the words.
In the shadows of the VIP box...
Delphini narrowed her eyes, her hand tightening on Lily's arm.
"They think it's an invitation to join a ball. They don't realize they would be joining something more amazing."
Lily's parents exchanged glances but stayed quiet,
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Their gazes sweeping over the crowd that was already convincing itself this was a good thing.
High above, Jenkins stood with practiced composure, letting the frenzy of whispers and greedy ambitions spread like fire.
This was exactly what she wanted.
'acceptance born not out of force, but out of eagerness.'
Only a handful knew the truth.
For the rest, tonight was the start of a new begining.
And they were running headlong into it with open arms.
The Minister's voice shifted, her words sharp and clear, cutting through the swell of murmurs.
"And to the Muggle families present here tonight…"
She paused, her eyes sweeping over the crowd,
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"…I bring you news that will change your lives forever. The Morningstar family—our esteemed Professor Leo Morningstar—has perfected a potion capable of awakening magic in those born without it. A potion that will transform Muggles into witches and wizards."
The words struck like thunder.
For a heartbeat, the stadium fell into stunned silence—
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Then erupted.
Gasps. Screams.
Clap~ Clap~
Clap~ Clap~
Wild applause.
The noise was deafening,
A storm of disbelief and raw excitement.
A Muggle father clutched his son's shoulders with trembling hands.
"Do you hear that? You'll be a wizard, boy—you'll have a place among them!"
His wife burst into tears, half from joy, half from shock.
Since their elder daughter became a witch their younger son has earned to become a one.
But he don't have a talent for that.
No symptoms that happened to their daughter when she was young happned to him.
So they realize he might not be a wizard.
They tried to divert his attention to something else.
But everything failed he was so obsessed with magic and confident that he would definitely awaken his magic soon.
As time passes he soon started to understand he might not be a wizard.
But now seeing the golden opportunity before him his eyes become teary.
Nearby, a pure-blood women shouted in accusation.
"They mean to… dilute our bloodlines further?"
She hissed to her husband, her face pale with rage.
"This is madness—heresy!"
But just across the aisle, a young witch of mixed heritage laughed, her eyes glittering with hope.
"Finally… finally, my parents won't be outsiders. They'll walk in this world beside me."
She pulled her Muggle-born mother into a fierce hug, both crying openly.
Students leapt to their feet,
Cheering at the idea of their Muggle friends becoming magical overnight.
"Imagine—no more separation! My best mate could be in Gryffindor next year!"
But not everyone cheered.
Some Muggle families stared at one another with visible fear.
"A potion? To change us? That… that isn't natural,"
One man whispered shakily.
"What if it kills us instead?"
The crowd split into factions—
Shouting, cheering, arguing.
The stadium trembled under the tidal wave of raw emotion.
And on the stage,
Jenkins stood calmly in the eye of the storm, her practiced smile never wavering.
"The potion will be distributed through Ministry-approved apothecaries and the Cauldron & Charm Apothecary, with the Morningstar seal of safety. After drinking it, one night's slumber is all it takes. And you—Muggle no longer—will wake as witch or wizard."
She raised her hands as if bestowing a blessing.
"This is the dawn of a new era. No more walls between us. No more division of blood. A single society—united under the wand."
Her words were swallowed by the uproar.
In the VIP box, Lily Evans' parents sat in stunned silence, struggling to process.
Mr. Evans whispered hoarsely,
"Lily… if what she says is true, does that mean… your mother and I—?"
Lily's hand tightened around her mother's, her heart pounding.
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She didn't answer, her green eyes wide with a mixture of hope and dread.
Delphini leaned back in her seat, eyes narrowed as she watched the chaos ripple outward.
"Well finally news about the potion is release."
She muttered.
Down on the stage,
Grindelwald's sharp eyes glimmered with amusement at the crowd's reaction—
Hope, greed, fear, all tangled together.
Dumbledore's face, however, was heavy with worry.
He was still tense about how the public will react.
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And Leo? Leo stood silent, expression unreadable, though his sharp gaze swept across the stadium like a predator measuring prey.
This wasn't simply a speech—
It was a spark thrown into a forest already dried by years of mistrust.
The uproar in the stadium was still cresting when Leo suddenly stepped forward,
His commanding presence drawing every eye like a magnet.
His voice boomed through the enchanted amplifiers—
Steady, calm, and yet carrying the weight of authority.
"Jonathan."
From one of the side entrances,
A young man hurried in—
Dressed in modest wizarding robes, his grin so wide it threatened to split his face.
Jonathan was no stranger to some of the Aurors present—
Many knew him as a first muggle wizard's born from drinking the potion.
Now he strode proudly into the arena, his wand raised high.
"Ladies and gentlemen!"
Jonathan cried, eyes sparkling.
"Just last year, I was like you—no different than any other Muggle. And now—watch this!"
With a flick of his wand, dazzling lights spiraled into the air,
Exploding into a shower of glowing butterflies that scattered above the audience, drawing gasps of wonder.
He waved his wand.
And the butterflies merged into a glowing stag that galloped around the pitch before dissolving into motes of gold.
Children squealed with delight,
Reaching up toward the falling sparks.
Even hardened Aurors found themselves clapping at his sheer enthusiasm.
Jonathan finished with a flourish, conjuring a bouquet of roses that he handed to a young girl in the front row.
Her face lit up as though she'd been touched by a miracle.
The crowd erupted.
Cheers thundered across the stadium, drowning out the earlier fear.
Chants of
"More! More!"
Rose in waves.
Leo raised a hand, and the noise fell into reverent silence.
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His sharp gaze locked onto the section where the pure-blood families sat stiff and pale.
His tone sharpened, his words deliberate.
"To those who still cling to old fears—listen well. The Continental is not a mere gathering of witches and wizards. It is a high society, older than your families, older than your traditions. And if you wish to stand among its ranks, you must obey its rules."
A hush fell, the words striking like steel against glass.
Leo's gaze swept the stadium, voice resonant and unyielding.
"Do you think bloodlines matter to them? No. Among its members are not only witches and wizards—but monsters, and yokai."
"Beings who have lived hidden in the shadows of this world for centuries, wielding powers that rival our own. They are the Continental. And soon, you will meet them face to face. If you adapt—if you open your eyes—you may even gain the privilege to travel beyond this world into theirs."
A murmur rippled through the audience, half awe, half disbelief.
The thought of other worlds—
Entire realms of magic and creatures they had never dreamed of—
Struck like lightning through the crowd.
A young Ravenclaw boy leaned over to his father, eyes wide.
"Other worlds… Dad, do you hear? Real yokai! Monsters as allies!"
In the pure-blood box...
A pure blood patriarch's face twisted in outrage.
"Monsters? Beasts as equals? Absurd!"
Yet his voice wavered, betraying the unease in his gut.
Meanwhile, a wide-eyed Muggle mother clutched her daughter's hand tightly, whispering,
"He's saying… we could belong. All of us."
The stadium seemed to tremble with the weight of possibilities.
Hope, greed, fear—
All blended together, crackling in the air like static.
And at the center of it all stood Leo, steady, calm, and in complete control of the storm he himself had unleashed.
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