A Fierce Attack That Came Up Empty

The skeletal figure extended a finger, and a green substance shaped like a ray of light shot out.

It is called green substance because it seems to have a suction force. Unlike light, it does not emit light outwards, but simply absorbs all the darkness around it and fiercely attacks Wizet.

Wizet felt a chill run through his body and soul as an unimaginably intense malice surged towards him.

He could feel that the green substance was firmly locked onto him, giving him a sense of relentless, inescapable conflict.

Wizet was on high alert. If the green substance accelerated further, he would try to avoid direct contact with it by "blowing" on it.

Although the green matter came on strong, Wizet retreated even faster, forcing the green matter to keep chasing.

"The dimness has lessened. Could it be that the skeleton... is influencing this place...? What exactly is it planning to do?"

As Wizet this question, the green substance burst into a dazzling burst of light, which vanished in an instant, disappearing without a trace like a shooting star.

The only thing that lingered in Wizet's mind was the feeling of being locked on with malice, which kept him from relaxing for a moment and kept him on guard.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the feeling of being locked on vanished in an instant, leaving him somewhat bewildered. "What trick is he playing?"

"Weren't you planning to attack me? You clearly locked onto me completely, looking like you were ready to fight to the death, but now you've given up locking on..."

Wizet considered a possibility—the skeletal figure might also realize the crux of the problem, that the green matter couldn't catch up with him in the "Otherworld."

He breathed a slight sigh of relief and looked at the starry sky in front of him, noticing some subtle changes that had occurred before and after the green substance disappeared.

"The surroundings are indeed much brighter. Since this Stardust belongs to the wisdom of the pioneers... it means that ' the Otherworld ' has always been connected to the outside world... if we deduce it in reverse..."

"Those dim lights are not generated by the ' Otherworld ' itself...or something that wouldn't normally exist, but rather a special phenomenon that appears because that skeleton is here!"

"Putting all these things together, coupled with Ms. Pendragon's opposition to the Isaiah Society... the most likely scenario is... that something has been fostered because of this New York attack..."

"And the fact that these things can enter the ' Otherworld '... and be used by that skeleton to exert some unknown effect... is what casts a shadow over the ' Otherworld ' and makes it dim!"

"If we continue speculating... that skeleton used up all the things generated by the New York attack in order to attack me... but it didn't have any effect, so it was a fruitless effort, right?"

Wizet returned to his own Stardust, which was smaller than the Animagus Stardust beside it. The two Stardust orbited each other like twin stars, yet were clearly separated.

This time, he was surrounded by his own Stardust, which guided him back the way he came. The surrounding Stardust kept receding, and he felt increasingly tired.

"It feels like the time I've spent in the ' Otherworld ' this time has been exceptionally long... Perhaps the time I spend outside will also be extended..."

"But it should be alright... Luna will definitely tell Professor McGonagall... to let everyone go back and rest... I'm actually fine..."

As Wizet pondered this, he felt increasingly exhausted. Looking at the "Otherworld" before him, now clean and no longer shrouded in darkness, he slowly drifted off to sleep...

Wizet slowly woke up. He didn't know how long he had slept, only that it was now daytime.

A window not far away was opened a crack, and a breeze rushed into the room through the crack, blowing the curtains that were half-drawn.

The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, their floor-length hem brushing against the blanket with a rustling sound, casting shadows that danced lightly like a waltz.

Judging from the sunlight shining through the gap, it should be around noon.

This appears to be his room, but there are many extra packages, all wrapped up like gifts, of varying sizes, and piled up in the corner of the guest room.

Wizet sat on the bed and looked at the bedside table next to her, where there was a note with a message written by Luna.

Something seems to have happened in Central Park. Professor McGonagall and I have to go to the Magical Congress. I believe you should be waking up soon, so let's grab something to eat first! See you later!

The ink in the writing wasn't completely dry; it must have been left only recently.

Just as the message mentioned, an extra plate appeared on the desk next to it, with a breakfast served at the perfect temperature.

As Wizet finished drinking the last of her milk, a rhythmic knocking sound suddenly rang out.

"Rita Skeeter ..." Wizet frowned slightly, "I thought you had already returned to England."

"England is full of Dementor these days, it's so depressing!" Rita Skeeter said with a broad smile. "What interesting news could a country have if all its happiness is being absorbed?"

"Moreover, I've noticed... that big news always seems to happen where you are. In that case... Mr. Lovegood, would you mind answering a few questions for me?"

"It's inconvenient," Wizet replied, closing the door behind her.

Rita Skeeter seemed to have anticipated this, and simply raised her crocodile-skin handbag to block the doorway.

"Mr. Lovegood, wouldn't you like to read today's * 《New York Ghost Newspaper》 *? Or something about what happened in Central Park..."

Seeing Wizet push her handbag away, seemingly unconcerned about what she had said, Rita Skeeter's tone became urgent, "Or perhaps it's news about you..."

Just as the handbag was about to be pushed out, she quickly added a tentative question, "For example, is someone searching for you and Miss Lovegood?"

"Luna?" Wizet frowned and reopened the door. "I hope you're not making this up."

Rita Skeeter flashed a triumphant smile. "I never make things up!"

Thump!

This time, Wizet was even faster, slamming the door shut. Rita Skeeter, who was about to enter the room, was nearly hit in the nose.

"Yes! I do make things up..." Rita Skeeter sighed, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"But I did not lie about Miss Lovegood... I swear on my secret!"

The door opened again, and looking at the pile of gifts in the corner, she couldn't help but exclaim, "I really didn't expect this..."

"You've not only captured the Auror of the Magical Congress, but even the wizards at the seminar... seem to have been completely captivated by you..."

Before Rita Skeeter could finish speaking, Wizet raised her wand and said slowly, "Magic can do many things, and I hope you understand that."

"I have no interest in testing your magical abilities, Mr. Lovegood," Rita Skeeter chuckled. "Let's get down to business!"