Nineteen Years Later

Progress in the world had never come naturally. If everyone merely wanted to enjoy the benefits of progress with a clear conscience instead of fighting for it, then where would progress come from?

July, London.

In a cinema located in the city center, figures on the screen exchanged spectacular flashes of light, drawing wave after wave of gasps from the audience.

But to the young man seated in the middle, the scene was not nearly as worthy of attention as the popcorn in his hand.

"Crunch, crunch."

After grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it into his mouth, Tver immediately frowned, though it was unclear whether it was because of the movie or the popcorn he had just eaten.

"I remember wizards helped advise them, didn't they? Why do the fight scenes still feel... so stiff?"

Cynthia rolled her eyes irritably. The years had left no trace on either of them, but they had not changed Tver's habit of liking snacks either!

"Wizards are wizards. No matter how much guidance they received, the actors couldn't actually use magic in a fight!"

Tver nodded in understanding.

Wizards themselves had been disconnected from technological society for a long time, and most of them were rather straightforward by nature, making it difficult for them to portray characters unlike themselves.

So, even after nineteen years, the new generation that had been trained had yet to reach the point of making a name for themselves. Naturally, no wizards could take part in such professional filmmaking.

Except Gilderoy Lockhart...

"Wait, why is Lockhart in this movie?!"

Tver stared at Lockhart on the screen in surprise. Though he was only playing an insignificant minor role, he still did not forget to show off his handsome side.

If it had been the already-completed Harry Potter series,