In Helga's space, Jon could only offer suggestions; he could not really do much else.
Although he did not know why Helga was building another new castle in the Portrait Space, Jon would never ask too many questions.
Not only would it be impolite, but it was also Helga's own secret. If she wished to tell Jon, she naturally would; there was no need for him to pry.
Helga patted Jon, and he shifted slightly aside, clearing the doorway for her.
He watched as Helga stepped onto the void one step at a time, walking steadily into the gray, hazy space.
Like the goddess who created the world in myths.
She said there should be land, and a massive floating island rose from beneath the void, coming to a steady stop in midair.
She said there should be light, and rays of light shone down from some unknown place, spreading across the island.
She said there should be water, and spring water flowed from the cracks between the island's stones, gathering into trickling streams.
She said...
Jon watched Helga change the gestures of her hands, and before long, a magnificent Floating Castle appeared in the air.
It was still somewhat different from Hogwarts. Looking at those floating structures that clearly defied the laws of gravity, Jon felt a faint sense of longing.
Now this was the style of the magical world!
A few hours later, Helga walked back from the void to Jon's side.
"Would you like to go take a look?"
Jon nodded. "Of course, of course. But you just created such a huge castle. Aren't you a little tired now?"
"I merely spoke a few words. It isn't tiring. In this Magic Space, have you ever seen me get tired?"
"That's true. But what are you planning to