The summit of Mount Everest, midnight.
In this remote, uninhabited place, someone sat on a stone cleared of snowflakes, idly tossing a glass bottle as if waiting for something.
She wasn't dressed like the Muggle researchers, in various kinds of protective suits and carrying a large quantity of supplies and equipment.
She wore only a thin robe with a hood. Although it completely concealed her figure, it was still possible to tell that she was a young girl.
Every so often, the girl glanced up at the sky, as if waiting for something.
She wasn't the only one gazing up at the sky. Research teams had set up large campsites halfway up the mountain and at its foot.
The Muggle researchers had set up high-tech astronomical telescopes and were gazing at the distant starry sky alongside the girl.
They had to work here. After all, the bright lights of the cities seriously interfered with astronomers' research into the stars.
A pristine place far from human habitation, like Mount Everest, was exceptionally precious to astronomers.
The researchers were currently carrying out their daily task: recording everything they discovered in the starry sky.
So far, however, they hadn't managed to observe many unusual phenomena in the universe. They had only filled more and more notebooks with black ink.
A young man had been crouching there since ten that night, but he still hadn't found a thing.
He chatted with the person beside him. "Looks like today's another day without any discoveries. When will this ever end? They could at least let us witness a meteor shower!"
"You should've been prepared for that." The middle-aged man beside him didn't even look up as he boiled a pot of water.
"Research requires you to endure loneliness and overcome difficulties. I've repeated that to you