Before the harbor, Felix Harp pulled a silver pocket watch from his jacket and flipped it open to check the ti.
"Horus, get your people to arrange the transfer as soon as possible. Honestly, I'm not sure if a big guy will show up overhead in a while. It's hard to guess what those people are thinking... Seriously, I don't like politics." He paused, "If there's real danger, I can probably give a minute's warning in advance."
Horus Greengrass nodded in understanding, knowing a minute was enough to do a lot.
A suitcase appeared in the air, and Felix handed it to Greengrass. The latter, surprised, tentatively asked, "I heard... Mr. Scamander had a suitcase that could hold a lot of things when he was young?"
"Ah, the principle is the sa. I've consulted Mr. Scamander about it."
Horus Greengrass's face lit up with reminiscence—since Seraphina Picquery, every incoming president of the Arican Wizarding Congress had been warned to be wary of magizoologists traveling around with suitcases.
He walked outside the harbor with mixed feelings, firing a safety signal with his wand. The first to arrive were the Aurors and staff of the Arican Wizarding Congress, their faces incredulous as if they had not yet woken up. They marveled at their surroundings, a young Auror extending his hand, his fingers passing through the varying shades of black and white lines without any hindrance, where a red old-fashioned fire hydrant topped with a rat was supposed to be.
"I've only seen scenes like this in comic books," the Auror said, lost in thought.
Another wizard, wearing lantern trousers, peeked cautiously in Felix's direction, whispering with an awe-struck look, "What do you think—what is the world like in Mr. Harp's eyes?"
A brief silence.
"Maybe like a book?" the young Auror chattered on, "And it's a comic book at that. Ah—terrifying, it's hard to imagine how he does it."
"Mr. Harp could beat Grindelwald, right?"
"I think it's feasible! At least Grindelwald couldn't do sothing like this." The young Auror said excitedly, his eyes fervently scanning the surroundings.
"But both are recognized as great wizards," another hesitated.
"There's always a difference in strength..."
Then, Horus Greengrass ca over with the suitcase, glancing at the speakers, "Great wizards are not distinguished by strength or weakness. They are, at the very least, individuals who far surpass their contemporaries in a certain aspect. Alright, get to work."
Wizards began to descend from the sky, families in tow, carrying luggage. Horus Greengrass's mood, like that of the Aurors present, turned somber, yet he found no words of retention—they were mostly accompanied by children.
After today, the situation for Arican wizards might not worsen, but no improvent seed in sight either. The raw scars would not heal so quickly, and the barriers between them, like a vast chasm, would continue to hide their identities for a long ti.
"President Greengrass, all mbers of the Reform Association support your decision," Uriah said quietly but firmly, "We are the chosen generation."
Horus Greengrass opened the suitcase, and several Aurors leaned over to see a long staircase extending downwards. Wizards from across the country quietly lined up; they would live in new residences arranged by the federation and the Pan-Magical Alliance, with the first choice being countries that had already signed contracts with wizards.
Horus Greengrass repeatedly reminded the wizarding families passing by him, "There's plenty of food and water inside, and different scenery to see... it's like taking a train ride, nothing to worry about." As daylight gradually brightened, the long queue thinned until only the staff remained. Felix stood at a distance, pretending to gaze at the abstracted city because when he looked at others, they imdiately showed a docile smile. This felt odd to him. The sea was crystal clear, the seaweed and algae maintained their floating posture in the waves, and the fish, outlined by simple lines, seed to soar in the sky, lifelike—except they were frozen by magic.
Finally, Horus Greengrass ca over, handing the suitcase to Felix.
"There are a thousand wizarding families in here," he said solemnly.
"They won't be hard," Felix assured him, "and there's still a chance to co back," he comforted.
"I know," Horus Greengrass muttered. Wizard identities were not held by Muggle governnts, but that didn't an wizards would move at will; they preferred to stay in familiar environnts unless necessary—the mass migration of wizards in the British magical world only occurred
during Voldemort's most unrestrained period.
After handing over the suitcase, Horus Greengrass breathed a sigh of relief, as if a long-standing pressure had vanished. For him, the next task was to hide the remaining wizards as much as possible, even finding the mood for a joke:
"I thought you'd create a giant flying carpet, not use a suitcase."
"About the sa," Felix said seriously, "I told reporters before that I would let them leave openly and honorably, now only half is done."
"What's the other half?" Horus Greengrass asked curiously, suddenly looking behind Felix, suspecting sothing else was hidden there, like—a flying carpet that could accommodate thousands?
...
Far from the harbor, tens of kiloters along the coastline, Felix, Greengrass, Uriah, and a few curious Aurors who had followed stood in mid-air, marveling. Beneath their feet was a space half the size of a Quidditch pitch, and indeed—it seed to be a pitch. They looked up, certain they were seeing hoops on poles fifty feet up in the thin air, resembling the little plastic sticks children use to blow soap bubbles.
"Hogwarts Quidditch pitch," Uriah said softly, and the others had an epiphany, realizing this might be linked to the magic shrouding New York harbor: the forr turned physical objects into vague phantoms, and now, the latter materialized mories.
Horus Greengrass was still imrsed in imnse shock.
An island, a floating island—not to ntion the vast magical power required for such magic (which he thought might not be much for Harp after witnessing the prior scenes), but just the consideration of how to maintain the magical effect for a long ti was a huge challenge. In his mind, if the entire staff of the Arican Wizarding Congress worked day and night, casting thousands of levitation spells together, it might be possible to lift a man-made island of several kiloters in circumference, but such a magnificent spectacle could at best last a week or two, which seed impractical to him...
Maybe that was Harp's intention?
Horus Greengrass pondered, crossing a sea area before the magic wore off to demonstrate the power of wizards; such an act was indeed significant. Felix swayed, appearing in the distance. His eyes sparkled with silver, dotted with magical symbols, the reflection of a deep-colored magical to visible in his pupils—
He opened his mouth, slowly and deeply chanting a spell.
Instantly, the brightening sky behind him seed swallowed up, tearing open a dark green void, as if soone had ripped down a bright blue backdrop during a film shoot to reveal a dirty green canvas behind. Felix's entire being emitted an aura of mystery. The background behind him traced with lightning-like fine lines, then both the dark green backdrop and the lightning traces began to sink and twist, its shape becoming clearer—that was a serpent, dark green its body's color, lightning the folds of its scales—after spending half a month by the Black Lake, Felix's new Patronus was revealed to the world for the first ti. Its size reached an astonishing several thousand feet, and this was far from its limit.
Felix realized he had never felt as powerful and close to the essence of magic as at this mont, almost achieving his desires at will.
He remained a great wizard, not feeling his understanding of magic had surpassed Dumbledore, but every cell in his body conveyed a thought to him—even if all the great wizards in history were bound together, they could not defeat him now. He had gathered most of the magical power accumulated by the eleven top magical schools in the world, which had just happened to be absorbed into the to of magic and released through the brand-new Patronus.
Patronus...
Felix felt it was sowhat unfair to still call it a Patronus; his continuous improvents had completely altered its nature. If studied closely, one would be amazed by the knowledge contained in this spell: Rowena Ravenclaw's mory nodes, mory magic, a branch of mory magic that involves emotional magic, ancient magic, and the skill of constructing stable magical channels he had mastered not long ago...
The serpent rged into the sea like a fish, not causing a ripple. But Felix knew it was 'drawing' nutrients from the sea—incorporating the rocks and soft sedint beneath the seabed into its body, strengthening itself.
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