Returning to Hogwarts, both Vizet and Luna were filled with emotion.
The familiar walls, the familiar Moving Staircase, the familiar paintings...
Four years had passed since The Master was brought to an end. The outside world had changed greatly, yet Hogwarts still looked exactly as it had in their memories.
After all, Hogwarts was a Magic School. If students wanted to make things more convenient for themselves, they still had to improve them with magic, so Hogwarts remained Hogwarts.
Ancient, mysterious, and in certain ways, still holding on to principles born of magic.
The professors and students clearly felt the same way, and Hogwarts itself seemed to think so too.
They were certainly willing to embrace new things and use magic to see more possibilities, but there were still some essential things that needed to be preserved.
They had clearly crossed half the world and experienced so much, yet when they returned here, it felt as though they had gone back in time, back to when they were still students.
Back then, they would often appear in the castle late at night like this, carrying little thoughts only the two of them understood as they carefully wandered through its halls, feeling their racing hearts.
Following familiar routes, they peeked into every classroom they passed.
When they entered one classroom piled with clutter, they heard a bang from the direction of a cabinet. The Boggart inside was trying to scare them.
As they approached another spare classroom, Vizet and Luna heard Peeves singing inside while scribbling wildly across the blackboard.
Peeves immediately spotted them and looked excited, his grin nearly stretching to his ears, making him seem somewhat ferocious and frightening.
He flew above Vizet and Luna, cackling as he asked whether they wanted to draw something too.
They did not