Beneath a star-filled night sky, the cloud magic above Great Britain had been dispelled, though a few patches of cloud still remained.
"Mom! I saw a wizard!"
That night, a little boy with hope in his eyes gazed up at the sky.
Through a gap in the clouds, he looked toward the long-missed moon.
Because of the war, even if people wanted to enforce the Statute of Secrecy, they lacked the means to maintain it.
Thus, in the Muggle world shrouded in war and smoke, tales of wizards sprang up one after another.
Yet this boy firmly believed wizards truly existed. He could not believe anyone could invent such vivid stories.
Every night, he looked up at the stars, hoping to encounter that wizard streaking across the night sky.
This little boy was a devoted believer in the existence of wizards.
Tonight, his wish had finally come true!
At his cry, rustling sounds came from the room next door.
A moment later, his gentle yet formidable old mother pushed open the door and entered.
Only then did the boy realize it was already nearly midnight...
Yet his old mother did not scold him. Instead, she first congratulated him, saying that his wish had been fulfilled and that she was happy for him as well.
Just as the boy let out a sigh of relief in his heart...
His old mother found the flying broomstick she had made based on the rumors.
Then... she treated him to a bamboo shoot stir-fry with pork.
Staying up so late instead of sleeping—no wonder he had no strength to do farmwork during the day! And while she was at it, she could vent some of her morning temper!
If she did not beat this unlucky child, his old mother declared that she would have