Viviane's Rebirth

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Time on Avalon Island had always flowed more slowly than in the outside world.

The morning mist had yet to disperse, but the Magic Garden was already stirring. Untamed ancient plants stretched their branches and leaves amid low pulses of magic, and the air was filled with a fresh yet rich scent of life.

Viviane finished a round of meditation, then carefully inspected every corner of the garden. Only after confirming that everything was functioning as usual did she return to the cottage where she was temporarily staying.

The cottage was not lavishly furnished, but it had everything she needed. Freshly replaced potion ingredients were neatly arranged beside the fireplace; several ancient magic texts she had been reading lately had appeared on the bookshelf; and there was even a small basket of freshly picked fruit on the table—clearly, someone had been quietly tending to these trivial yet necessary details.

After a faint ripple of spatial magic, Kreacher silently appeared by the door. With his head lowered, he placed a package on the table, then swiftly retreated into a corner, as though unwilling to disturb his mistress's quiet cultivation.

Viviane nodded to him, already accustomed to it.

One side of the cottage had been converted by her into a simple but quiet space.

There stood a bulky, antique alchemical device. Its heavy cabinet, made of dark brown old oak and edged with brass, took up half a corner of the wall. The enormous trumpet-shaped speaker carved into its door was covered in silver runes, within which a dim blue glow flowed faintly.

This was one of Malfoy Watchtower's remote terminal devices. Through it, sound could be transmitted to the broadcasting headquarters at Ella Cottage, where Latifa would apply magical encryption before pushing it through