...Sirius is much better now. We're planning to play Gulliver's Travels before school starts. It'd be great if you could come with us!
Even as one of the inventors, you must already be very familiar with the game, but playing with friends will definitely feel different. Do you have time recently?
Harry's slightly messy handwriting covered the parchment, folded into thirds.
The desk was also piled with Book of Friends parchment used to contact Michael, Hermione, and the others. Their discussions were all more or less the same.
Marchioni had even advertised Gulliver's Travels at the United States Alchemy Competition. Naturally, he had not overlooked other villages around the world where wizards gathered. Recently, the game had become the hottest topic in the Wizarding World; people had even completely forgotten that Voldemort had once returned.
Because the number of visitors eager to experience the adventure far exceeded expectations, while there was only one Game Arena, even keeping it open twenty-four hours a day could not satisfy the surging crowds. Marchioni had no choice but to introduce a reservation system to his amusement park.
And without exception, every visitor who had personally taken part in the adventure gave it glowing reviews. The word-of-mouth praise snowballed, making reservations for the game increasingly scarce.
Harry and the others had booked the game as soon as they returned home, yet they were still waiting in line even now.
Wade looked at the parchment, and the corners of his lips could not help but lift slightly. He could practically imagine the anticipation on his friends' faces as they wrote their messages.
He gently smoothed out the parchment after it had returned to blank, and the ticking of the distant clock suddenly became distinct. The curled pages and ink gave off a unique fragrance.
Wade picked