In summary, the intelligence that the World Tree should have possessed was incorporated into the framework, serving as the Heavenly Way of this world.
As a worker managing the world under Basil's control.
The rules it establishes naturally vary in terms of closeness and distance.
The first order consists of Hermione, Ariana, and others.
The second group consisted of Harry, Ron, and some pretty female classmates with whom they had social connections.
The third sequence consists of Professor McGonagall and her students, excluding certain international students.
The fourth order consists of Hogwarts faculty and staff (including House-elf).
The fifth order consists of the creatures of the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake, as well as the accredited inhabitants of Hogsmeade Village.
All rules and protections are based on these.
The result is that, apart from those permitted by Basil, dangerous elements are considered as amusement (such as 'Masaru Kobayashi').
No one or anything else that is hostile to Hogwarts or Hogsmeade can enter this world.
Then, some people inexplicably found that they could no longer return to their home in Hogsmeade.
The same applies to some people who personally traveled to Hogwarts because of this.
——
It's 9 o'clock.
In the London underground, in a corner of the main hall on the Seventh Floor of the Ministry of Magic.
In a room slightly larger than a broom, the sound of something heavy being thrown high into the air and landing heavily on the stone floor could be heard continuously.
Bang!
A dark gray figure crashed into the wall.
It looks perfectly round; if you ignore its short, stubby arms and legs, you might even mistake it for a ball.
Bang!
Another "ball" flew out; it was a disgusting pink mixed with gray.
"Minister!" The short, plump woman with a toad-like face and curly gray-brown hair spoke in a delicate, high-pitched voice, as if she were a little girl making a fuss.
"It must be Dumbledore's doing!"
As he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, tinged with lingering fear.
The ball, referred to as the minister, stretched out its arms and legs.
He shook the dust off his long black Cloak and straightened his bright red tie.
He was Fudge, and the other was Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Under-Secretary of the Ministry of Magic.
He coughed. "Perhaps there's something wrong with Floo Network."
"Carter, how about this, you try feeding me a bite of your apple pie."
"I want to test whether Floo Network is working properly."
Before Carter on the other side of the fireplace could agree, he eagerly stuck his head into the green fire.
Carter suppressed the urge to laugh.
Cornelius Fudge's head hung in the middle of the flames, like a giant egg with a wig.
Flames danced around it, tongues of fire licked its ears, and even its mouth was filled with green flames.
The haughty and pretentious manner that he used to display now seems particularly ridiculous.
I finally got home, only to find that the two idiots had eaten most of the dinner I had just prepared. My annoyance at being disturbed vanished instantly.
He picked up a piece of pie and fed it to Fudge, all the while mentally chanting, "Piglet!" (the words a master says when feeding a pig).
"Thank you," Fudge mumbled.
He then turned back and pulled his head out of the fire.
This is delicious. A janitor can actually make such a tasty pie. This guy has no social skills. If he'd eaten it sooner, he could have been promoted to the pest control department (another department that also often works overtime, but pays an extra Galleon per week).
He licked the crumbs from the corner of his mouth. "It's really strange, the Floo Network is still working perfectly fine."
"Why us?"
The memory of being spun around and thrown out of the furnace door, crashing into the wall, flooded back.
The urge to die again was suppressed.
"Dolores, how about we go buy a train ticket?"
"Take the train to Hogsmeade Station."
Umbridge hesitated. "It's 9 p. m. now. Is there a train?"
As a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, he doesn't need to clock in or out. His office fireplace is always green and directly connected to his bedroom. Even when he goes on long trips, he uses the Ministry of Magic's high-level Door Key (which eliminates the weakness of the human body being hooked in the stomach and constantly rotating when using Door Key to travel through space, and is more expensive to make permanent Door Key).
Although she came from a humble background, her father was not a high-ranking official in Wizengamot as she claimed. Instead, he worked in the Department of Magical Repairs at the Ministry of Magic, as a floor-cleaning doorman.
At that time, Fudge was only the deputy minister of the Department of Magical Disasters. The Fawley for lower-level employees of the Ministry of Magic were not cut.
The furnace door in the main hall on the Seventh Floor is kept lit 24 hours a day and can be used by all employees.
So she didn't really know much about trains; her only impression of them came from her school days.
Fudge didn't understand either.
But he had another way. "Dolores, Dolores, how could you ask such a question?"
"We are going to investigate Hogwarts, a major issue concerning the education of the British Wizarding World and the next generation."
Even if there are no scheduled flights.
"Can't we have the Department of Magical Transportation arrange this specifically for us?"
"Time is life, don't you understand?!"
Fudge spoke earnestly, appearing righteous and awe-inspiring.
Umbridge felt somewhat ashamed; he realized he was too honest to think that way.
"Minister, I promise I won't make that mistake again next time."
Meanwhile, Carter's good mood, which had been built up by watching Fudge and his companion make fools of themselves, was completely ruined by disgust.
Does the Ministry of Magic, managed by such incompetents, really have a future?
As a member of the Department of Magical Repair at the Ministry of Magic, he had spoken with almost every employee of the Ministry of Magic.
So even though he was unhappy, he still maintained a polite smile.
And in an instant, I came up with a sentence to disgust them.
"Minister, Deputy Minister."
"There is also a train to Hogsmeade at 9 o'clock."
"However, what if you two get thrown out of the train too—"
Fudge's expression darkened.
The quick-thinking Umbridge immediately realized, "Minister, how about this?"
"Should I contact the Department of Magical Transportation to clear out a train specifically for our use?"
That way I don't have to worry about losing face in front of the public. I'm such a clever guy.
Fudge shook his head. "Okay, that's settled!"
He wasn't unaware that his behavior was outrageous and likely to be embarrassing.
But as a competent political being, he immediately realized the value of that space.
It is isolated from the outside world, and can only be entered by magical means.
Combined with Carter's description of the boundless ocean.
What is Dumbledore planning to do?
If they've established an independent kingdom for wizards, is the next step to abolish the Ministry of Magic?
A space exclusively for wizards, and also under the control of Dumbledore.
The sanctity of the Ministry of Magic's power has begun to crumble.
That's why he was willing to crawl out of his warm bed and rush to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible.
——
The Hogsmeade Village is now brightly lit.
Shops that had closed for the day began to reopen.
But clever owners like Honeydukes set up stalls at the village entrance, now the beach, and put up signs that read, "500 feet ahead, open by the sea."
Because, although the streets were full of Hogwarts students.
However, there are more students by the sea.
Bonfires were lit along the coast and even in the middle of the sea.
Looking down from above, it appears as if the stars are twinkling.
For wizards who possess magic, building a floating platform on the sea is far too easy.
Some young wizards who enjoy fishing are already fishing on floating platforms a hundred feet above the ground.
Some young wizards would ride Flying Broomstick and swoop down over the sea, while others would activate their Shield Charm Bubble-Head Charm to plunge into the sea and then fly back out.
Others dived directly into the sea.
However, they are all far from the same place.
Dumbledore used magic to mark the sea and sky where the orbit appeared with Winky silver lines.
Even the most unruly Gryffindor students wouldn't risk being hit by a train to get close.
Especially now, bright red trains pass by every now and then.
Information travels too fast in the Wizarding World.
Now almost everyone knows what happened at Hogwarts.
The train company also quickly updated the advertisement.
[Hogwarts Express: Want to dive into the ocean and enjoy the underwater world? Want to fly high and overlook the Dadi? Just 2 Sickles and all your desires will be fulfilled!]
As a result, almost all wizards in Britain are now heading here.
Knowing the wizards of Hogsmeade, one knows that only a few wizards work at their hearth.
No wizard was thinking of making money by selling information about their own hearth doors.
After all, in the Muggle World, this is equivalent to selling the password to your own front door.
Therefore, most wizards could only travel by train.
So even at 9 p. m., the train was packed with people.
But every wizard who was squeezed out had an expression of excitement on their face.
The advertisement is not false.
And if you're lucky, there might even be some entertainment.
You can see people around you being flung away by a beam of light.
In the festive atmosphere, almost no one noticed.
However, the Dumbledore brothers, as well as Grindelwald who arrived shortly after, noticed this.
"Gellert, are you saying that teleportation on trains is real?" Dumbledore frowned.
Manstein, also known as Grindelwald, nodded. "I have read the shallow thoughts of all the wizards who have entered here."
"I discovered this while realizing that none of them had bad intentions."
"Here, these are the relevant memories."
Grindelwald pulled his wand from his robes and stuck the tip into his blond hair, close to his temple.
When he pulled out his wand, a silvery, hair-like substance stuck to the tip.
The silver strands detached from the tip of the staff and disappeared into Dumbledore's brow.
Dumbledore quickly scanned the faces of all the wizards chosen by the teleportation phenomenon in his memory.
He frowned. "Sure enough, they were among them."
The "they "that Dumbledore was referring to were the suspicious, suspected dark wizards and spies that Aberforth and the people he was investigating lived in Hogsmeade and kept to themselves.
There weren't many of them, which is why Dumbledore was surprised when every face matched.
Previously, Hogsmeade was able to Apparition.
Even if dark wizards wanted to come to the Hog's Head Inn, the largest underground trading market in the entire British Wizarding World, they wouldn't need to risk being noticed by the greatest White Wizard by living in the village next to Hogwarts.
Grindelwald speculated with interest, "So, the bad guys can't enter this world?"
"That guy ('Masaru Kobayashi') is missing. Could it be that he was also targeted by the teleportation phenomenon and thrown out?"
Aberforth scoffed, "I don't believe you. The most evil man in the world is right in front of me."
"Me?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "That means that tree, or rather, the creator of the tree, also approves of me and my work."
Aberforth scoffed, "Your business? Don't be disgusting!"
"I think the creator didn't consider you a threat because you were under Albus's supervision."
"That's right," Grindelwald leaned into Dumbledore's arms. "With Albus."
Aberforth made an S.P.E.W. face.
He turned around and got down to business, "I think it's not evil that's being excluded, but rather the wizards who are considered a threat to the school and the village."
"Albus, who else could those faces be besides 'them'?"
Dumbledore shrugged. "Aside from those who are disguising their appearance, most of them have foreign faces. There are also people from the Ministry of Magic, including Cornelius and his men."
"I think your guess might be correct."
"Cornelius isn't exactly a dark wizard. He's just obsessed with power and sees anyone who might threaten his position as an enemy."
"Hogwarts and I, whose power cannot penetrate, are included."
Grindelwald's face hardened with Killing Intent. "This is utterly outrageous. Should I send them to see Merlin?"
"The existence of this world is the best way to eliminate our enemies."
"As long as we reclaim land from the sea, we can relocate the Wizarding World."
"The rest that cannot enter this world are naturally evil, beings that need to be eliminated."
"Just kill all the outsiders!"
Seeing that Dumbledore was about to object, Grindelwald pressed his finger vertically to Dumbledore's lips, "Don't say that some of them aren't evil."
"Heretics are more despicable than demons. Those who hold us back should be eliminated first, rather than the enemy. There are countless such truths and sayings."
"People like Fudge are obsessed with power and don't do anything productive."
"A wizard who eliminates dissidents everywhere deserves to be eliminated more than Voldemort, whom you consider a threat."
"Albus, don't hesitate any longer."
"Let's do this for Ariana, to create a more peaceful and better environment for her."
Grindelwald was incredibly serious, just like that summer night in 1899, decades earlier.
Dumbledore closed his eyes. "Gellert, you're going a bit too far."
"We don't need to eliminate them."
"You're absolutely right about one thing."
"Reclaim land from the sea and relocate the Wizarding World."
"Those who cannot enter, let them remain outside."
"If they really unite, that would be a good thing."
"A good world needs an enemy to keep everyone vigilant."
"And no matter what you say, we are not the masters of this place."
"Everything is decided by the strong. We are not the strong ones in front of Basil Granger."
Grindelwald looked bewildered. "What joke are you talking about? Ariana is your sister."
"The boy from the Granger family is your brother-in-law."
"At least in terms of seniority, you're older."
Dumbledore's face darkened.
Just this one thing. No! Ariana, no! Don't be with those Granger family brats!