Gryffindor the Comedian

Gryffindor spread his arms smugly, like a proud collector displaying his prized collection, presenting the expanse of azure space.

"This is the result of an adventure from my youth—haha, to be honest, I never figured out exactly what this place was back then, but I could sense that it had something to do with souls."

"At the time, I felt that if I established some kind of connection between my soul and this place, it might trigger some unimaginable magical effect—so, while I was still alive, I connected my soul to this place. Then, I came back from the dead—"

Gryffindor pointed beneath his feet, where the Giant Squid was happily waving its tentacles. "Though there were some minor aftereffects—"

Sean's temple twitched violently.

Connecting his soul to an unknown location without knowing what it was... That was more than reckless. That was recklessness beyond all bounds!

All he could say was, Gryffindor was Gryffindor... The Gryffindor brand of recklessness had truly been passed down through the generations without the slightest deviation.

Sean imitated Gryffindor and sat down on the mirrored floor. Looking down, he saw nothing unusual about his reflection—though, according to Gryffindor, the person in the mirror was the real him in the real world... But where exactly was this place...?

Sean examined his hands again and clenched them tightly. Nothing seemed wrong. He raised his wand once more and gave it a wave. His magic responded to the spell, and Lumos was cast successfully.

"Incredible..."

Watching Sean's movements, Gryffindor smiled. "You can think of this place as a replica of the real world. It reflects the truest form of a soul—I assume you know that a wizard's soul has many wondrous qualities too?"

Sean nodded.

"Then that's right. In truth, our magic does not come solely from