Fifth-Year Trifles

Andrew ultimately moved out without causing much of a stir among the students. Fortunately, according to insider reports, no one in Ravenclaw had held any sort of celebration over it—truly welcome news.

Andrew was not bragging, but if he had been a Gryffindor student, the only reason there would not have been a celebration that very night would be because the students had received the news too late!

There's not much to brag about, really, but having my own office at school is much more convenient.

Andrew looked over the room that now belonged to him—it felt far more lived-in than the laboratory. Now he could peacefully write A Legend.

Before officially graduating from Hogwarts, and thus before officially taking up a position at the school, he intended to dutifully finish A Legend while focusing on aviation research and the space station replication task Dumbledore had assigned him.

So can that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named guy just die before I graduate? If he doesn't, it'll be really hard to publish anything from that period. I don't care, but the editor will genuinely be dragged down with me.

So annoying. Hurry up and die already so I can push forward the construction of the Wizarding world.

Andrew lay on his bed and sighed. Before he had known about the complications of the Secrecy Law, things had been fine. Now that he knew, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named felt like a ticking time bomb, haunting that whole situation.

But for now, there really was no good solution. Steadily advancing the space program was the proper path. If the Secrecy Law really blew up on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's end, wizards would at least have somewhere they could run to.

*I was thinking about restraining the radicals before, but now it looks like even the Secrecy Law might not be reliable. Once satellites