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After Three days...
Three days had passed since the first pulse changed the world.
In that short span, everything had shifted—
Governments were in chaos, industries weakened, and the wizarding world had sealed itself tighter than ever.
Borders were closed.
Jobs suspended.
The muggle world limped forward,
Still shaken by weapons that had turned to be useless after the weird storm they experienced and the realization that their influence had been blunted by an unseen force.
Morningstar mansion...
In the quiet of the Morningstar mansion,
Leo sat across from Delphini at a polished ebony chessboard.
The carved pieces moved of their own accord with sharp clicks—
His knight cornering her rook, her bishop advancing with quiet calculation.
Delphini leaned her chin on her hand, her silver-blonde hair falling to one side as she smirked.
Smirk~
"You're distracted, Leo. Don't tell me the great Morningstar is going to let me win?"
Leo gave a soft chuckle,
Chuckle~
His eyes flicking briefly toward the translucent system screen hovering in the corner of his vision.
The countdown ticked away—
[20… 19… 18…]
"Just keeping an eye on the weather,"
He said lightly, moving his queen.
Delphini narrowed her eyes.
"Weather, huh? That's a dangerous queen you've got there."
[10… 9… 8…]
The air in the room grew heavy, a static tension settling over the mansion.
Outside, the sky began to churn.
[3… 2… 1…]
A low hum rippled across the earth.
Then—
The heavens darkened in an instant.
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Clouds, vast and rolling, blanketed the world in a stormy shroud.
But instead of thunder, a radiant light bled through them.
Rain began to fall—
Each drop glowing in a luminous, ethereal blue.
It was not ordinary rain.
It shimmered like liquid starlight, painting the ground, the trees, the very air with a mystical sheen.
Children pressed against windows to watch in awe, their faces bathed in blue.
Wizards and witches felt their magic stir, like every nerve in their body resonated with the storm.
Even muggles, powerless and weakened, stared up in wide-eyed wonder, mesmerized by the sight.
Delphini forgot about the chessboard entirely, her lips parting as she moved to the window.
"Merlin's beard… it's beautiful."
Leo rose slowly, his expression calm yet sharp, eyes reflecting the glow of the rain.
He whispered, almost to himself,
"The second wave begins."
The luminous droplets cascaded over the estate, falling soft as silk yet glowing like molten sapphire.
Leo lifted his arm into the rainfall, and as the shimmering water touched his skin,
"____"
A wave of relief coursed through him.
The tension in his body, the lingering weight of battles and decisions, seemed to melt away.
His breath came easier.
He blinked in surprise, staring at the faintly glowing drops sliding across his hand.
"...It's not just rain,"
He murmured.
Delphini, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, mimicked him.
She raised her pale hand into the storm.
The instant the droplets kissed her skin, her shoulders loosened and warmth flushed across her cheeks.
Her lips parted in wonder.
"It feels… it feels like… being alive for the first time."
Leo's gaze shifted to the hovering system screen.
[DING...]
[The rainfall is composed of pure magic essence—uncontaminated, raw, and eternal.]
[A material beyond rarity.]
[Each drop is a treasure that cannot be forged, only gifted by the wave.]
His golden eyes sharpened.
"Pure magic essence…"
Without hesitation, he called out for the others.
Moments later, footsteps echoed down the marble stairs.
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Mavis arrived first, practically bouncing, her bright eyes reflecting the shimmering glow outside.
Kejoro glided behind her with a curious tilt of her head,
Strands of enchanted hair shifting like silk.
Hagoromo Gitsune, calm and regal, stepped with measured grace beside Bellatrix,
While Andromeda and Narcissa trailed close, exchanging puzzled looks.
Wakana and Setsura came last,
Their senses prickling at the aura of magic energy in the storm.
When they reached him, they too were momentarily transfixed.
The rain clung to the windows, glowing like rivers of liquid crystal,
And the air itself thrummed with life.
Leo's tone was firm, urgent.
"This isn't ordinary. Every drop is priceless. Get as many containers as you can—now."
No one hesitated.
With quick flicks of their wands and gestures of magic, crates, urns, enchanted flasks, and even household vases appeared.
Spells were cast to expand their capacity, each vessel stretching inside like an endless void.
The women hurried into the rain, cloaks and hair dampened instantly, but they didn't care.
They spread out across the courtyard, carefully guiding streams of the glowing water into enchanted containers.
Mavis laughed as she caught droplets in her hands, transferring them into a jar.
"It's like bottling happiness!"
Bellatrix, usually sharp-tongued, was unusually silent, her dark eyes softened as the blue rain traced down her pale cheeks.
"It… feels like it wants to heal me,"
She whispered, tightening the cap on a flask.
Kejoro bound strands of her magical hair together, weaving them into a funnel to channel the rain straight into a cauldron-sized container.
"Efficient,"
She muttered.
Hagoromo Gitsune, her expression unreadable, lifted her eyes to the sky.
"This rain is not simply magic—it is sanctity. To waste even a drop would be a sin."
The courtyard glowed brighter with every container filled,
The soft blue light spilling from jars and vessels stacked like treasures.
Leo stood at the center, watching them work swiftly.
As the enchanted vessels brimmed with the glowing droplets,
Leo waved his hand, storing the collected rainwater directly into his system inventory.
The vessels emptied in an instant, ready to fill again, while the pure liquid shimmered faintly inside his storage.
A soft chime rang in his mind as the system screen flickered:
[DING...]
[Item Acquired: Tears of Magic]
[Quantity Added: 12 Liters]
Leo's eyes widened slightly.
"Tears of Magic…"
He muttered, the words carrying both awe and gravity.
A substance this rare—
Pure, uncontaminated magic in liquid form—
Was something he had only read about in ancient manuscripts.
The empty containers, enchanted with tracing magic, continued to swell with fresh rainwater, each droplet glowing brighter than the last as it fell from the storm of azure clouds above.
The entire world seemed bathed in a divine light, and even those who had come running from the manor—
Mavis, Kejoro, Hagoromo Gitsune, Eileen, Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, Wakana, and Setsura—stood in silent wonder.
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Their reflections gleamed in the luminous puddles forming at their feet,
As if the rain itself was blessing them.
Leo exhaled slowly, his voice low but resolute.
"We'll gather as much as possible. This isn't just rain—it's a gift from the world itself."
And with each passing minute, more liters of Tears of Magic flowed into his system inventory.
Meanwhile on the muggle side.
This time, no great disaster struck.
Instead, the entire world stood in awe of the rain.
On the Muggle side, many believed it to be a divine miracle—
Churches filled with people praying beneath the glowing downpour.
Some preachers even went so far as to drink the rainwater, declaring it holy.
But their bodies, unable to withstand such unfiltered magic, collapsed lifeless before their congregations.
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Their deaths left whispers of fear and reverence mingling in equal measure.
For three days and three nights the rain fell without pause, blanketing every corner of the earth in its cerulean glow.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended.
The silence that followed was heavy, almost reverent.
And when the clouds dispersed, the sight left both wizarding and Muggle worlds stunned.
The skies were clearer, brighter—an ethereal blue unlike any seen before.
Trees shimmered with deeper greens, their leaves sparkling faintly as though touched by starlight.
Houses, stone and brick, seemed more vivid in hue, as if freshly painted.
Even the birds, soaring overhead, carried a sheen in their feathers, their songs richer, livelier.
Every color in the world had sharpened, made vibrant by the magic that had seeped into the earth, air, and living beings.
The magic rain had not destroyed—
It had enriched.
The world itself seemed reborn, humming quietly with newfound energy.
Meanwhile, far from the peaceful awe that had settled over the world,
Valac stalked in silence.
Like a living shadow, she drifted through alleys and hideouts, reducing the ranks of witch hunters who were gathering courage to strike at the wizarding world.
None of them screamed for long—
Her presence ensured that.
Every disappearance was quiet, every corpse left as though the darkness itself had swallowed them.
By the time anyone noticed, entire cells of hunters were already gone.
Diagon Alley...
Cauldron & Charm Apothecary...
Back in Diagon Alley, however, life surged with a different kind of intensity.
A massive queue stretched far down the cobblestone street, snaking past three corners, all leading to Cauldron & Charm Apothecary.
Though other shops had also begun selling transformation potions,
The crowd before Leo's shop hadn't thinned.
Instead, it had grown larger with every passing day.
Today was the official release of the potion into the market, and the anticipation was palpable.
Inside the apothecary, the air buzzed with excitement and the faint aroma of herbs and brews.
Leo sat at the counter, his hands moving tirelessly as customer after customer stepped forward.
His women were at his side, assisting where they could.
Eileen moved with calm efficiency, organizing stock and guiding customers.
With Mr. Mime lent a hand, carrying crates and pointing buyers to the right queue with an almost comical seriousness.
Each person who paid for the potion received not just the vial,
But also a carefully written manual.
Leo handed them out personally, making sure every buyer understood the importance of it.
The parchment outlined the introduction to the potion, its intended effects,
And the precautions one must take before drinking it. In bold lettering, one instruction stood out:
"Consume a Sleeping Draught before taking the Transformation Potion. The process will be painful—this will help you endure."
Some customers nodded with nervous excitement, clutching both vials close.
Nod~
Others whispered among themselves, wide-eyed with anticipation of what the potion could do for them.
But all of them, without exception, left with the manual in hand—
Leo's word carried too much weight to ignore.
The shopping spree stretched on for three relentless days.
Cauldron & Charm Apothecary never saw a moment of silence.
The line outside remained as thick and unending as the first morning.
Even with closing hours extended to 11 p.m.,
The crowds did not thin.
Lantern light bathed the cobblestones, catching the faces of anxious wizards, witches, and their muggle-born kin who waited with hope, desperation, or quiet fear of potion running out.
Inside, Leo barely left his chair.
His women worked beside him, tireless, while Mr. Mime directed the restless tide of customers.
The shelves emptied and refilled, the manuals stacked and vanished, but still the people came.
Yet beneath the chatter and the sound of clinking coins,
Leo's gaze kept flicking to the system countdown in his vision.
The third wave.
As the final seconds ticked away, his chest tightened.
[…5,4.…3.…2.…1.]
Then—
Nothing.
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No storm.
No blinding light.
No rain of living magic.
The wizarding crowd carried on, unbothered, unaware.
The wards did not shudder.
The air did not thrum.
For them, it was silence.
But outside the magical world—
The silence was deadly.
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Across the globe,
Muggle machines sputtered and died.
Lights blinked out, power grids collapsed, hospitals plunged into darkness.
At first, it seemed like another blackout… until the panic began.
Those who lived with the aid of pacemakers felt their hearts falter.
Ventilators stopped humming.
Monitors fell blank.
In homes, in wards, in intensive care units, people began to die—
Slowly, one after another.
Not in a single strike,
But like falling dominos, as if the lifeline of technology itself had been cut.
The wizarding families with muggle relatives felt it first.
Their relative who had pacemakers fell uncouncious were rushed to the St Mungo's Hospital.
Lucky ones survived with the help of healing potions which made them very happy. while some unlucky ones died before going to the hospital.
By the hour, the news spread among muggles.
"Machines… they've stopped. Nothing works. Nothing at all."
In the VIP room, Leo sighed thinking about how deadly the third wave is gentle and poisonous.
The third wave had not shaken the wizards.
It had struck at the heart of the muggles.
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