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As Leo's final words echoed,
The stadium was charged like a storm about to break—
Then, from beside him, another figure stepped forward, calm and radiant in his presence.
Albus Dumbledore.
The roar of the crowd dimmed as though the very air had leaned in to listen.
"_____"
"_____"
"_____"
His half-moon spectacles caught the glow of the enchanted lights,
And his deep blue robes shimmered faintly in the dim.
He raised his hands, palms open, and smiled that familiar, reassuring smile.
"My dear witches and wizards—our friends, our families, and our honored guests,"
He began, his voice warm and steady, flowing like a balm over raw nerves.
"I know change can be frightening. I know that what you have heard today may shake the very roots of what you have believed. But hear this from me, and from your Ministry: you are safe."
A wave of relief rippled through the crowd.
Mothers held their children closer, shoulders softened, and some of the pure-blood nobles leaned forward,
Listening despite themselves.
Dumbledore's tone lifted,
Carrying not only reassurance but a vision.
"For centuries, we have hidden behind veils and walls, fearing persecution, fearing discovery. But today—today marks a new dawn. A new age where we need not shrink from the world outside, but instead embrace it. We will stand tall, not as shadows, but as partners in shaping the future."
He spread his arms wide,
As though encompassing every face in the stadium.
"This festival is not only a celebration of the year's turn. It is a promise. A promise that our children will grow up in a society stronger than the one we knew."
"A promise that no Muggle-born, no half-blood, no family shall live in shame or in fear. A promise that tomorrow will be brighter—because we will walk toward it together."
Thunderous applause erupted—
Cheers and shouts rising like a tide.
Some leapt to their feet, clapping furiously, tears shining in their eyes.
Muggle parents in the stands embraced each other, trembling with joy that they and their children could belong.
Young witches whistled and cheered, swept up in the energy.
Even some of the skeptical nobles gave polite applause, careful not to be seen as dissenters.
Behind the stage curtain,
Aurors exchanged wary looks.
Grindelwald leaned back with a faint smirk, eyes glittering as though he could already see the chaos and opportunity the "new dawn" would bring.
Minister Jenkins exhaled slowly, nodding to herself—
Nod~
Her gamble was working.
And at the front of the stage,
Dumbledore's smile lingered as he closed with quiet conviction.
"So, let us not fear the unknown. Let us step forward into the new age—together."
The cheers redoubled, shaking the very walls of the stadium.
As the last echoes of Dumbledore's words faded,
The crowd still on its feet, another figure glided forward.
His presence was colder, sharper—
Commanding silence without raising a hand.
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"____"
"____"
Gellert Grindelwald.
The cheers fell into murmurs as he stepped to the front of the stage.
His pale eyes swept over the masses—
assessing, dissecting, daring anyone to meet his gaze.
When he spoke, his voice was smooth yet edged with steel.
"Change is here,"
Grindelwald said, his words precise, deliberate.
"But with change comes temptation. There will be those among you who think this new age is a chance to sow chaos, to twist freedom into anarchy, to fatten yourselves on power not rightfully earned."
The crowd stirred uncomfortably—
Nervous glances flicking through the stands.
Grindelwald's expression hardened, and his voice cut sharper.
"To those of you thinking such thoughts, hear me well: I will not waste words. I will not waste warnings. If you seek to abuse this new dawn, I will not answer you with speeches."
He lifted his wand slowly, the tip glinting under the enchanted lights.
His eyes burned like ice and fire.
"My wand will answer for me."
A hush fell—
Tangible, heavy.
The threat rang clear.
No one doubted he meant it.
Even hardened Aurors shifted uneasily.
Then, breaking the tension, another voice rose—
Calm and measured, carrying the weight of centuries.
Nicolas Flamel.
The ancient alchemist stepped forward, his frail frame belying the strength and wisdom that radiated from him.
His wife, Perenelle, stood steady by his side, her presence a quiet anchor.
"Do not fear,"
Flamel said gently,
And though his voice was softer than Grindelwald's,
It carried to every corner of the stadium.
"This new age is not merely survival—it is advancement. Knowledge, innovation, and magic will flourish in ways unseen for generations. Together, with patience and unity, the wizarding world will make a leap forward that our descendants will bless us for."
His words were not fiery but grounding, like the voice of a grandfather steadying trembling children.
Hope flickered again in the crowd,
This time tempered with resolve.
At last, the line of speakers withdrew.
Jenkins raised her hand, announcing that the opening ceremony was complete.
The crowd erupted—
Cheer~ Cheer~
Clap~ Clap~
Cheers, applause, and shouts of excitement rolling like thunder.
Some cried, some clung to one another, some stood silent and awed by what they had just witnessed.
The first-ever Wizarding New Year was officially underway.
Just as the thunder of applause began to settle,
The sound of rushing wind tore across the stadium.
Whoooosh!
A squadron of brooms streaked into the arena—
Quidditch players in dazzling enchanted uniforms,
Their capes glittering like starlight.
The crowd erupted again, children leaping to their feet as the flyers dipped low,
Then soared high in perfect arcs.
Then, wands raised,
The players wove a spell into the air.
Their bodies glowed brilliantly,
Each leaving a shimmering trail of light behind as they darted into formation.
Gasps spread across the stands as the glowing trails twisted together,
Forming enormous numbers in the night sky.
10.
The crowd roared in unison.
9.
Cheers shook the stands as every witch, wizard,
And Muggle counted along, voices echoing like a living wave.
8… 7… 6… 5… 4…
The numbers blazed brighter and brighter,
Each one exploding into sparks before the players formed the next.
3… 2… 1…
And then, all together—
"HAPPY… WIZARDING… NEW YEAR!"
The Quidditch squad shouted, their voices magnified by the arena charms.
The light trails twisted into a final, blazing shape.
With a burst of golden fire, the words shimmered across the night sky for all to see.
BOOM!
✨ HAPPY WIZARDING NEW YEAR! ✨
The stadium shook with joy.
At that moment, thousands of wands rose into the air.
Beams of light streaked skyward, bursting into blossoms of scarlet, emerald, sapphire, and gold.
Fireworks of pure magic boomed and crackled, scattering starlight across the heavens.
Dragons of flame, phoenixes of light, and glowing serpents spiraled through the air, dazzling both wizard and Muggle eyes alike.
Laughter, cheers, and music filled the air.
The heavy tension of the speeches dissolved into celebration—
Into a shared hope for what the new era might bring.
The whole atmosphere became alive—
Joyous, electric, unforgettable.
A streak of silver shot across the sky,
Cutting through the glittering fireworks.
Madam Rolanda Hooch, mounted on her broom, zipped into the center of the stadium,
Her hawk-yellow eyes sharp and commanding as ever.
She twirled her whistle in one hand, then raised it high,
Whistle~
Her voice magically amplified.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WITCHES, WIZARDS… AND GUESTS! Tonight's match will feature none other than the finalists of this year's Quidditch Cup!"
The stadium erupted in a tidal wave of cheers as two teams thundered onto the pitch,
Banners waving and mascots trailing magic behind them.
"Give it up for the Holyhead Harpies!"
Green-and-gold fireworks burst into the sky as the all-female team zoomed in,
Looping their brooms in daring spirals.
"And their challengers—current league leaders—the Montrose Magpies!"
Black-and-white streaks shot across the arena as the Magpies took to the air,
Their Seeker tilting his broom in a cocky salute.
Both teams circled the pitch, the crowd roaring like a living beast.
Flags waved, enchanted confetti fell from nowhere,
And Madam Hooch brought her whistle to her lips.
FWEEEEEEEET!
The Quaffle was tossed into the air,
The Bludgers shot free,
And the Snitch darted away in a glittering blur.
The match had begun.
Players dove, swerved, and clashed in midair—
An exhilarating dance of speed and precision.
Each goal brought thunderous cheers,
Cheer!
The atmosphere electric with excitement.
But far away from the roars of the crowd,
In a secured meeting lined with glowing monitors,
Another gathering was underway.
The top Muggle higher-ups—
prime ministers, presidents, generals, and CEOs—
Sat in darkened rooms across the globe, their faces flickering on screens in a single encrypted video conference.
They wanted to use this opportunity where the wizarding world was in celebration to annihilate most of the powerfull wizards who were gathered.
And now, in a few short moments,
They were about to begin a discussion that could determine their future—
The countdown in their meeting had begun as well… only this one wasn't for celebration.
Meanwhile, at the edge of the VIP platform,
Leo stood apart from the cheering crowd,
His sharp eyes fixed not on the players but on the hidden countdown only he could see—
[ten seconds… nine… eight…]
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His fingers tapped against his robes, calm but deliberate,
As though he were waiting for a storm to break.
[Seven… six… five…]
The Quidditch match raged on,
The crowd oblivious, roaring with each goal.
Mavis and the others still clapped,
Though a few of Leo's women cast him sidelong glances,
Sensing the tension in his stillness.
[Four… three… two…]
A faint vibration rippled through the ground beneath the stadium.
The hairs on the back of the necks of every magically sensitive witch and wizard stood on end.
[One.]
The sky above Dartmoor erupted.
The black curtain of night tore open, replaced by waves of shimmering aurora—
Emerald, violet, and crimson clouds dancing like living fire.
Lightning ripped jagged scars across the heavens, booming so loudly it shook the stands.
The game screeched to a halt midair as players hovered in confusion, staring upward.
The cheering died instantly, replaced by gasps and fearful murmurs.
"What is this…?"
Someone whispered in the stands.
"It's not normal weather!"
Another cried.
Panic began to ripple through the audience—
Until Minister Jenkins, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and the Flamels all remained perfectly composed.
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"____"
"____"
Their calm was more telling than words.
They knew.
Jenkins's lips pressed into a thin line as she turned to Dumbledore.
"So it begins… the first magic wave."
Grindelwald's eyes gleamed dangerously,
A predator sensing a new hunt.
"This will shake the world."
And Dumbledore, grave but calm, nodded ever so slightly, glancing toward Leo—
The one who had told them this would come.
As the aurora clouds pulsed, threads of raw magic descended toward the earth like unseen rain, invisible to most eyes but suffocating to those who could sense it.
Something was awakening across the land.
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