"Good morning, everyone!" The moment Wizet finished speaking, thunderous applause swept through the entire Great Hall.
Smiling, he gave the audience a slight bow. "Thank you, thank you, everyone. I'm deeply honored by your encouragement, and a little... overwhelmed."
"At first, I thought all I had to do in this open class was share a few insights with my fellow students. I never expected it to grow to this scale. To be honest, seeing so many people here does make me a little nervous."
His words drew a ripple of soft laughter from the students. The slightly oppressive atmosphere in the Great Hall eased, and they no longer felt so restrained by the sheer number of guests present.
The smile remained on Wizet's face, though his tone became steadier. "The nervousness I feel at this moment comes from every person here... your expectations, your eyes upon me."
"But I've been thinking that everyone present—whether students preparing for exams or Aurors working on the front lines—has, to some degree, felt another kind of nervousness over the past few months."
"It is the nervousness we feel when we open a newspaper and discover that the power of firearms has exceeded anything we imagined..."
"It is the nervousness of receiving a notice from the Ministry of Magic, being required to support a certain area, and having no choice but to fight others... It is the nervousness of realizing that the Shield Charm we have used for so long has so many flaws!"
"Clearly, this nervousness stems from one fact: the world we know is changing at an unprecedented pace. Old rules are failing, and new threats are close at hand!"
"Here..." Wizet raised his head slightly, his gaze passing over the students to the guests. "I wish to offer my sincerest respect to