Study Hard, Don't Cause Trouble

"Tom, sir!"

Bill came jogging in with a newspaper in hand, looking utterly fascinated.

He could hardly wait to speak with that wise man—the moon, after all!

Whether it was Dream Playback spread throughout every bar or unimaginably cheap food, both had shocked him before, but neither had ever felt this overwhelming.

He was not some ignorant wizard. Since childhood, he had watched his father modify things from the Muggle world—some legal, some illegal—but all of them had been rebuilt through his father's genius creativity.

Grass Bread was naturally an incredible piece of magic: flashy, fashionable, and practical. But for a thrill-seeking young man like him, it still fell a little short.

The Dream Orb system was like his father's modified car: something that already existed in the Muggle world, then remade with magic—the difference being that it was more successful, more remarkable, and more widespread.

He knew that alone was extraordinary. One could even call Taylor the greatest wizard of this century—after all, Dumbledore had been born in the last one.

He sincerely admired that great Transfigurationist and could offer praise and respect regardless of age, but it had always felt too proper, just slightly lacking.

Now he knew what it was: adventure.

Yes, adventure—discovering the most incredible things from the most familiar places, embarking on expeditions from places one knew best!

Going to the moon, exploring land no wizard had ever set foot on, heading into the stars, venturing to every place they could see but had never explored.

This was the greatest romance a Gryffindor could possibly feel. Was there any greater advance, any greater exploration than this?

"Quiet down, Mr. Bill. Though we are not conducting any dangerous experiments," Tom said with a knowing smile. Though he had been even more shocked than Bill when his