Time could heal many wounds.
Five years had passed. People seemed to have forgotten the shadow that had once hung over their heads, as well as the pain of the more than one million deaths caused by the satellite beam strike.
People had adapted to the existence of magic. To their surprise, they found that the wizards who wielded magic were all very friendly. These wizards used magic to help them and even performed amusing little spells to make their children laugh.
Just as people had always revered police officers and soldiers without fearing the guns in their hands that could kill them.
Once the wizards' friendly and enthusiastic image had taken root in people's hearts, magic in their eyes became a power bestowed upon wizards by the gods to protect humanity. After all, gods truly existed in this world, didn't they?!
On this day, leaders from countries all over the world, along with the Ministers for Magic of every nation, voluntarily gathered at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in an orderly fashion under the guidance of Special Envoy Aurors from the International Confederation of Wizards.
Not only that, many enthusiastic citizens, whether wizards or ordinary people, had voluntarily come to the distant outskirts of the majestic castle. Even separated by the Black Lake, they remained filled with fervor, sincerely offering their blessings for something.
What had brought more than three hundred leaders from wizarding and Muggle governments, along with tens of thousands of ordinary people, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was nothing else but the wedding day of the god who had saved their world five years ago—their god!
After restoring order and allowing the wizarding world and the Muggle world to develop steadily under peaceful conditions, Linley and Irina had concealed the fluctuations of their