Several people jumped into the well and arrived at a small town exclusively for Wizards.
From the surface alone, it did not look like a town built underground at all. Looking up, they could see a vast starry sky just like the one aboveground, and even a bright silver moon hanging overhead, casting down its gentle glow.
Irina exclaimed, "Isn't this underground? How is there still a sky?"
Ravenclaw explained softly, "That is a magical curtain. It can display the real sky."
Gryffindor muttered, "Such a huge curtain must be expensive. A curtain one-tenth that size would probably be enough to pay off the remaining balance on my sword."
It was already rather late, and the streets were somewhat deserted, with barely anyone in sight. The town's layout was very similar to that of a Muggle town aboveground, as though it had been copied over wholesale.
"Goodbye. I wish you a pleasant journey." Ravenclaw bid them farewell. She had business to attend to in town, so she did not continue with them.
"Goodbye, Miss Ravenclaw." Matthew watched Ravenclaw's departing figure, feeling slightly regretful. He suspected that the friend Ravenclaw had mentioned was likely Hogwarts's other founder—Helga Hufflepuff. Unfortunately, they were not familiar enough for him to follow Ravenclaw and meet her friend.
"Snap out of it! She's already gone!" Gryffindor nudged Matthew's arm with his elbow, wearing an expression that said he had known it all along. "I noticed it earlier—you were looking at Miss Ravenclaw very strangely!"
Matthew smiled faintly. "My intuition tells me that she will become a great witch, so I was a little curious about her."
Gryffindor looked at him as if to say, Stop making things up. I know what you're thinking. "No need to hide it... It's perfectly normal... Miss Ravenclaw really is charming..."