Luna's Sorrow

The magical military-industrial complex that would be enough to affect the entire world had its tone set in this room, after Tver and Dumbledore discussed the subsequent details.

Both of them understood clearly that, since they had chosen the path of merging the two worlds, magic could not remain apart from it all.

More than that, Tver did not want all the things he had done to result merely in wizards being exposed while magic itself remained independent.

In that distant future, if magic truly became the source of chaos and injustice in this world, then although he did not possess even the slightest gift for prophecy, he was certain that someone would step forward and overturn everything they were doing now.

Just as he had abolished the Statute of Secrecy.

Like the cycle of history, through one reorganization after another, humanity left its firm footprints upon the river of time and marched toward the future.

However, unlike the excited Weasley Twins, Dumbledore seemed especially wary of matters such as war. For once, he actually took the initiative to shoulder those responsibilities himself.

Tver was naturally happy to be spared the trouble. Leaving the grimacing Weasley Twins behind, he was the first to slip away from the whole mess~

Humming an unknown tune, Tver leisurely left the headmaster's office.

Ever since the Statute of Secrecy had officially been overturned and all kinds of matters had been delegated, Tver had instead become so idle that he did not know what to do with himself.

He no longer had to worry about winning anyone over or persuading those wizards;

He no longer had to consider what sinister scheme Voldemort might be preparing;

And he certainly no longer had to act like a nanny, discussing all manner of policies and plans with governments