More often than not, people participated in the course of history unconsciously, creating major historical events.
More often than not, great changes happened right beside you. Before you realized it, history had quietly taken a great step forward. Only when you suddenly looked back did you deeply understand your own ignorance and helplessness.
All people could feel was the tremor brought by history's footsteps striking the ground.
For the long course of history, every step forward required years, decades, or even centuries. Yet when that footstep came down and made people feel its tremor, it took only a day or two.
Those one or two days did not truly change anything.
They merely became traces of change, engraved upon the long river of history and transformed into deep footprints for later generations to mourn over.
In the eleventh week after the start of the second semester of the 2008–2009 academic year, some sensitive historians and diviners vaguely sensed that vast yet minute tremor. They threw aside the yellowed ancient scrolls in their hands, frantically roasting bleached bone fragments and tortoise shells, staring into crystal balls until both their eyes and the crystal balls turned blood-red, yet they found nothing.
This was hardly strange.
For the world still appeared so stable and orderly, without the slightest oppression that preceded a storm.
That week, hunting parties from the Wizarding World were still killing native gods in the New World; exploration teams from the Wizarding World wandered through the depths of the starry sky, interacting with different civilizations; the nine Four Seasons Markets of the Wizarding World remained bustling with crowds, where enormous quantities of magic materials and Alchemical Products were traded and settled between different entities, while new Wizard Robes and revised spellbooks made young wizards beam with delight.
That week, on