The Moon’s Judgnt ended, and sumr arrived.
Kanzaki Mio had already sorted out her feelings before the trial and returned early to Hong Kong. After the judgnt concluded, Takeda Akira went ho as well, planning to focus on his own training. Rowan rcer stayed behind in the town, continuing his research with Sakura’s Clow Cards while exchanging magic theories almost daily with Amagiri Rōen, the inheritor of Clow Reed’s legacy.
The results were imdiate. Rowan’s overall grasp of magic rose sharply, especially his understanding of ti-based spells. He was confident that before long, he would fully master Fairy Sphere, break the seal on Tenrou Island, and free Natsu and the others.
At the sa ti, sothing else stirred.
A new incarnation awakened.
"Flal Academy? Isaac Taber? Victor?" Rowan frowned as unfamiliar mories flooded in. "What is this world supposed to be?"
The appearance of a new incarnation no longer surprised him. He’d been through this enough tis to stay calm. What unsettled him was the nature of the mories themselves.
If it were a completely unknown world, that would have been fine. He had already encountered realms inspired by stories, myths, films, and dia he barely rembered. After years of adult life, he didn’t pretend to recognize everything anymore.
But this world was different.
It felt familiar, yet wrong.
The new body belonged to a seventeen-year-old nad Julian Bellamy, living in London with his father. His parents had divorced ten years earlier, not because of betrayal or scandal, but simply because there had never been love to begin with. Their marriage had been a calculated alliance between families, nothing more. Once both sides had secured their own independence and influence, the arrangent lost its purpose.
Julian lived with his father, a wealthy international trader based in London. His older sister, Vivian Bellamy, lived with their mother. Their father valued money and symbolism, and even their nas reflected that obsession.
None of this was especially strange.
The real anomaly began when Julian was eleven.
An owl delivered a letter.
An acceptance letter.
From Flal Academy.
It wasn’t an ordinary school. It was a magic academy.
The resemblance was impossible to ignore.
The structure mirrored the world of Rowan’s very first incarnation, the Harry Potter universe. The only difference was the na. Hogwarts had beco Flal Academy.
At first glance, Rowan might have assud this world simply had access to the novels or films and had adopted the idea as a cultural reference.
But that explanation collapsed imdiately.
There were no Harry Potter books here. No films. No pop culture equivalent.
And yet magic was cast with wands. Spell theory, casting thods, and practical effects all followed nearly identical rules. Even the headmaster, Isaac Taber, and the strict academy director, Victor, looked uncannily similar to figures Rowan rembered from that other world.
Major historical events lined up as well. Witch hunts. Wizarding wars. Suppression and secrecy. The details differed, but the outline remained unmistakable.
Grindelwald existed here too, under a different na, and his defeat hadn’t co from a legendary duel but from modern military technology. Voldemort existed as well, reborn under the na Jerry Mario, with altered associates and a shifted tiline. Even the equivalent of the Triwizard Tournant had taken place in 2015 instead of the mid-1990s.
It was a reflection warped just enough to be unsettling.
"Forget it," Rowan muttered as he sorted through the mories and opened his eyes. "I’ll deal with what’s in front of first. I can figure out the rest later."
This incarnation was still young, mostly confined to school life, and ignorant of much beyond it. Whatever secrets this world held would have to wait.
Then another mory surged forward.
A graveyard.
A ruined tomb.
A pale, noseless wizard stood atop scattered bones, smiling as he restrained a young girl with glasses and a lightning-shaped scar on her forehead.
"Hallie," the wizard said coldly. "Standing on my father’s remains, I thought I’d introduce you properly. But it seems you’re famous now. The Girl Who Lived. A legend built on lies. Let tell you what really happened thirteen years ago."
Masked dark wizards stood around them, tense and silent.
Julian pushed himself up from the ground, brushing dirt from his clothes.
"Sorry to interrupt," he said evenly. "Quick question. If I said I wanted to leave right now, would anyone try to stop ?"
The speech cut off mid-sentence.
Julian was the champion chosen by the tournant. Flal Academy’s representative. In the original sequence of events, he should have died here the mont he arrived.
Apparently, that fate had failed to stick.
"You’re still alive?" Jerry Mario snarled. "Kill him. Now."
The traitorous servant froze, panic flashing across his face. The curse had landed earlier. The boy had fallen. He should have stayed dead.
There was no ti to question it.
"Yes, my lord!"
The wand rose again.
"Avada—"
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