Hogwarts: Wizards of Eternity

“Luna—”

Every time she opened her eyes and saw the familiar home, Luna Lovegood would hallucinate scenes of that gentle figure still surrounding her.

Luna's father was the editor of a magazine, 'The Quibbler,' which, as the name suggested, stood in opposition to mainstream opinions.

Eccentric was a label many people attached to Luna's father, and the woman who loved such a man was naturally no ordinary person either.

She was a woman immersed in the wonders of magic, with a gentle and tolerant personality, capable of accommodating all her husband's edges and 'unruliness'.

But as Roger's experiences had shown, magic was a dangerous thing.

Without the precognitive ability to sense danger, Roger would have fallen countless times on the path of magical research.

Since ancient times, the world has never lacked people who love magic, but those who explore magic without a sense of danger often meet with unfortunate ends.

Some end up in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, others—...

“Come on, we should go to Diagon Alley.” Her father, Xenophilius, called out.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Hearing this, Luna concealed the sorrow in her eyes and forced a smile.

Although only 11 years old, she had been intelligent since childhood and knew that her father was even more saddened by her mother's passing than she was.

Therefore, she rarely revealed her other side in front of her father, trying to make the atmosphere at home better.

Soon, Luna changed into her outdoor clothes and left the house with her father.

Due to the cooperation between the German and British Ministries of Magic, the wave of public opinion that had ended due to judicial reform became lively again.

This led Xenophilius, as the editor of a newspaper, to work overtime for a long time.

It wasn't until a few days before the start of school that he finally had time to accompany his daughter to buy the supplies and textbooks needed for Hogwarts.

Entrusting others? He only had one precious daughter, and Xenophilius was not comfortable handing her over to others.

Or rather, among the people he knew and could call upon, no one could be worthy of his trust.

Arriving at Diagon Alley, the father and daughter, like other families with young wizards, purchased textbooks,

potion-making supplies such as small knives, cutting boards, cauldrons, wands, school uniforms, and familiars.

Pushing a cart filled with various odds and ends, the smile on Luna's face was no longer as forced as it had been in the morning, but genuine.

For Luna, who was full of curiosity and loved all kinds of incredible things, going to learn magic itself was a very happy thing.

Cherishingly stroking the wand that belonged to her, Luna felt closer to her mother and the various legends in stories the moment she possessed it.

She was looking forward to it.

After entering Hogwarts, which carried the youth of all young wizards in Britain,

what magical things would she encounter in these seven years?

They had bought almost everything they needed, leaving only the textbooks.

The most numerous and heaviest, so they were usually bought last.

Just as Luna and her father were walking towards Flourish and Blotts, suddenly…

“Nargles…” The invisible creatures in other people's eyes began to increase in density.

And gathered in one direction.

Luna turned her head in that direction and saw that the usually not-so-numerous Nargles were swarming in, covering the sky and the sun.

The scene couldn't help but remind her of a 'tornado' photo she had once seen.

But this astonishing scene could only be seen by Luna alone. In other people's eyes, Diagon Alley was sunny and the wind was gentle, as usual.

And in her impression, there was only one person who could cause a similar phenomenon.

The Seer, Roger!

But the last time she saw him, it wasn't this exaggerated, was it?

With a hint of curiosity, Luna handed the cart in her hand to her father.

“Luna, where are you going?!” Amidst Xenophilius's perplexed expression, Luna pushed through the crowd in front of her and walked forward.

Being able to perceive creatures that others could not, being able to know who the person behind her was before they even approached.

Luna's 'inspiration' was on a level beyond that of other wizards.

As she continued to move forward, slowly approaching the eye of the 'tornado' from the outside, Luna felt countless Nargle rainbows sliding invisibly across her body.

The faint, seemingly soul-piercing sensation made her hair stand on end.

But unlike the usual contact with Nargles, this thing, which should have brought distracting thoughts and made people feel irritable,

conveyed something else.

“To recognize all of yourself, to strengthen your will and become stronger…” It was still conveying some information, but that information was no longer messy, meaningless thoughts, but a common 'momentum'.

Although she could see Nargles, Luna didn't actually know how they were born or what their specific ecology was.

After all, she was only 11 years old this year, and she wouldn't have thought of conducting very systematic biological research.

As a child, she preferred to observe everything from a fairy-tale perspective.

But at this moment, Luna suddenly realized something.

Everything has a root. Just like she has parents, civilization has origins, and the universe doesn't appear out of thin air.

Nargle rainbows drill into people's brains, spreading distracting thoughts and disturbing people's minds, but these distracting thoughts must have a root.

After all, Nargles, like flies, don't seem capable of complex thinking.

Combining what was happening in front of her and everything she felt, Luna had a guess in her heart.

Perhaps, the root of the distracting thoughts spread by Nargles was the emotions and thoughts that humans dissipated into the void.

Nargles eat them, transform them into 'poison of distraction,' and finally re-inject them back into people's minds.

The Nargles she felt at this moment were completely different from before, probably because—…

Luna wasn't sure if her guess was correct, but at least Roger was an incredible person,

that was definitely true.

“Roger!” She called out to Roger, who was walking forward while thinking about something.

“Long time no see.” As she jogged a few steps and came close to Roger, the many Nargles that had been surrounding her immediately dispersed.

Although the surrounding Nargle rainbows gathered like covering the sky and the sun,

there were no Nargle rainbows around Roger's body, as if there was an invisible chasm between them.

Roger also greeted Luna with a smile: “The last time we met was in late autumn last year. How have you been lately? Have you prepared everything for school?”

Although they only met once, Roger had a pretty good impression of the child in front of him.

During the incident with the Demon of Fear, as one of the few people who knew the whole story, Roger had communicated with her about confidentiality.

And in the past year, no rumors had spread, which was enough to prove that all parties had completely kept the secret, including Luna, this child.

Keeping major secrets is not an easy thing even for adults. An 11-year-old child can do this, which is proof of Luna's strong will.

“Yes, my father and I have bought almost everything.”

“What about you? Did you come to Diagon Alley to buy—”

Pushing the cart, he squeezed through the crowd.

Xenophilius, who had been chasing after her, saw his daughter chatting happily with the young Seer who often appeared in major newspapers.

Xenophilius's eyes couldn't help but become profound.