Stories Beneath the Starry Sky

As the disaster caused by the Fire Dragon gradually subsided, New York was shrouded in night, as if it were quietly falling asleep.

However, for the Magical Congress, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, as they still have many things to deal with.

There were originally many Auror and Hit Wizards on the lake shore, but as the owls arrived, more and more people disappeared into the whirlpool.

In the end, only one team of Auror and Hit Wizards remained to properly deal with the remaining Fire Dragon.

A gentle night breeze rustled the leaves, and ripples spread across the lake, creating an exceptionally tranquil atmosphere.

Without so many flashing neon lights, the night sky was much cleaner than usual, and in addition to the full moon, you could see all sorts of stars.

"Wizet, look at the sky..." Luna stretched out her slender finger and pointed to an exceptionally bright star, "Do you know the name of that star?"

"It seems Ms. Luna is going to test my knowledge..." Wizet's voice was a little languid. "If it's just the name in the textbook... that star is called Lyra α."

Having fought the Fire Dragon all night, even with his boundless energy, he was now feeling increasingly tired, and his eyelids were growing heavier.

"The name in the textbook?" Luna turned her head, looking at Wizet with curiosity, her bright eyes shining brighter than the stars. "Are there any other names?"

"Yes...and there's a related story." Wizet nodded slightly, searching for something in the night sky. "Lyra α is also called Vega."

Luna blinked. "The Weaver Girl?"

"Look over there..." Wizet pointed to the night sky, moving south in the direction of Vega, "That star is called Aquila α, also known as Altair."

"Long, long ago... there was a fairy named Weaver Girl. She was very skilled at weaving, and even the clouds in the sky were woven by her hands."

"A fairy who can weave clouds..." Luna squinted slightly, as if imagining what the Weaver Girl looked like. "She must have mastered very powerful magic."

Wizet nodded. "Yes... but weaving clouds every day was too boring, so she secretly left the sky."

Luna was puzzled. "Sneaking away from the sky?"

"How should I explain this?" Wizet murmured. "The Magical Congress once had a law called the ' Rappaport's Law '."

"Under this law, wizards must be completely separated from Muggle, and are prohibited from marrying or befriending each other, or even from any intimate behavior."

"This law is enforced very thoroughly. In the event of a similar situation, Muggle will have their memories erased, while wizards will be severely punished as a warning to others."

Luna nodded. "The Weaver Girl is a powerful sorceress, and the Cowherd is a cowherd Muggle."

Wizet smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying, and continued, "After the Weaver Girl ran away, she met the Cowherd on the road, and the two fell in love at first sight and lived together."

"Later, someone discovered that the Weaver Girl had escaped, so they sent men to capture Weaver Girl; the Cowherd happened to discover that the Weaver Girl had been captured and immediately wanted to bring Weaver Girl back..."

"The Cowherd chased after the Weaver Girl with all his might, and just as he was about to catch up, a Milky Way appeared before him, attempting to stop him from pursuing Weaver Girl..."

"The Cowherd must not have given up, right?" Luna asked anxiously. "He definitely won't give up."

Looking at Luna's anxious and serious expression, Wizet remembered what Luna had said to him when Animagus Transformation.

He rubbed his eyes, took a long breath, and made sure he could speak clearly and finish the story. "Of course, the Cowherd didn't give up. He tried many ways to cross the Milky Way."

"The Weaver Girl didn't give up either. She ran away many times, and although she was caught and taken back each time, she was willing to do everything she could to run back just to see the Cowherd one more time..."

"Many birds were moved by the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, so they flew to both sides of the Milky Way and formed a bridge with their bodies for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, allowing them to finally meet..."

Luna continued, "Did they go back to living together?"

"No..." Wizet shook her head slightly, took a deep breath, and yawned, "Although their persistence touched many people..."

"But the rules are unlikely to be abolished because of two people... At most, they can only make an exception... allowing the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to meet at the same time every year..."

"They can only meet once a year... They must think about each other every day..." Luna's eyes welled up with tears, sparkling like starlight.

"But thankfully..." She turned to look at Wizet and found that Wizet had closed her eyes and her chest was rising and falling slightly, so she must have fallen asleep.

Wizet leaned back in his chair, tilting his head slightly. Perhaps worried that falling to the side would frighten Luna, he supported himself with his hands, looking very upright.

Luna smiled gently, looking tenderly at Wizet, and murmured, "Thank you for your hard work..."

Perhaps touched by the story she had just heard, she leaned closer to Wizet and gently reached out to place her palm on the back of Wizet's hand.

Wizet's hands were always warm, even the backs of her hands were warm. This warmth seemed to flow, passing through the backs of her hands and through her palms, all the way upstream to Luna's heart.

It was a feeling of reassurance, but it also made her feel a little tired, the kind of tiredness that only comes when she's home and snuggled in bed...

Before he knew it, Wizet felt a weight on his shoulder, as if someone had touched him.

He woke up groggily, turned his head slightly to look to the side, and saw Luna leaning on his shoulder.

Luna's body rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her eyelids would occasionally twitch.

The two sat on the same chair, naturally very close to each other, close enough to see the strands of hair on Luna's cheeks and her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

The surroundings seemed much quieter than before he went to sleep, and Wizet then realized that he was actually in a small house;

Faint chanting could be heard outside, clearly from the Auror and Hit Wizards were still working overtime.

Two days ago, when he was reading the 《New York Ghost Newspaper》, he saw a warning message.

The message warns wizards in North America not to build houses in strange places such as lakes or cliff edges, even if materials are readily available; if they must build a house, they should dismantle it before leaving.

It was through the 《New York Ghost Newspaper》 that Wizet learned that both wizards and Muggle in North America liked to build wooden houses.

It is precisely because of this that North America wizards, when they gather in the wild, can cooperate very well and use various trees in the wild to build a wooden hut in a very short time.

It's likely that the hut where Wizet is now is the result of the work of the Auror and Hit Wizards outside.

"That way you won't catch a cold..."

Wizet looked at the sleeping Luna, let out a soft breath, and closed her eyes again.

He was really tired today, so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes again.

Then... I'll sleep a little longer!