"Of course I can." Wizet nodded and raised his wand, giving it a gentle wave.
The hall suddenly became transparent, as though Wizet had turned it all to glass.
Yet everyone present was focused entirely on what lay behind Wizet.
Behind Wizet floated an azure-blue planet.
The planet was painted in varying shades of blue, with vast swathes of cloud covering its surface and a halo outlining its edge.
That planet should have been very close to them, yet at that moment, it seemed so far away.
"We're already..." The person who had asked the question opened his mouth, struggling to put his thoughts into words. "On the moon?"
"But this doesn't feel right..." A guest frowned and cautiously jumped upward. "If we were on the moon, shouldn't it feel different?"
The Muggle leaders, including President Bill, also wore subtle expressions.
Even though the magical items on them had not reacted, they were still subjectively unwilling to believe Wizet's words.
Just as the questioner had said, the distance between the moon and Earth was actually far greater than people imagined.
Wizet's magical abilities had reached such a level that he could silently transfer an entire building... just like that, onto the moon?
Yet when they considered what Wizet had done two years ago—restoring the moon before they had even realized what was happening...
Doing something similarly astonishing now somehow... did not seem quite so impossible.
"It's merely the effect of some magic." Wizet smiled and lightly tapped with his wand.
Almost at the same moment, everyone present felt completely different.
Their bodies seemed to become weightless. The slightest movement of an arm or the lifting of a leg made the sensation even more apparent.
They truly found the sensation difficult to describe, mainly because none of them had ever experienced