Deep in the Hufflepuff dormitory, the fat monk stopped blankly in the corridor and turned his head to look at the "clerical" witch.
He originally thought that Elena would ask about some secrets from the past, but who knew that her question was just... which direction is her dormitory?
"I mean, I thought you would ask about...the past events of that year - after all, this is the first time in centuries -"
"No need, the relevant files are very detailed."
Elena smiled slightly, shook her head politely, and looked at the fat monk and said seriously.
"Besides, given my rank, it's best not to ask too much about some things. That's a matter for adults."
"Whether it's magic or theology, there isn't much difference in my opinion - they are all knowledge that takes time to learn. Just mastering this knowledge is enough to give me a headache."
"But……"
The fat monk pursed his lips for a few seconds, and his eyes stayed for a while on the dark cross swinging on Elena's chest.
Normal clergy members would not use black crosses, and he had never heard of any choir nuns in the "Inquisition".
More importantly, according to the rules of the year, any crossover events involving the non-magical world and the magical world must be presided over by at least bishop-level personnel.
The fat monk took a deep look at the young-looking Elena, looked around, gritted his teeth, and said solemnly.
"Shouldn't something like this be accompanied by a bishop-level figure throughout the whole process... I mean, Miss Kaslana, you should know that there is a wariness about magic over there."
"Maybe times have indeed changed, but you'd better think about it seriously. After all, no one can guarantee your experience in Hogwarts Castle... This is very dangerous..."
"Bishop? That lord is always here -"
Elena raised her eyebrows and hummed thoughtfully.
"Huh?"
The fat monk was stunned.
"My Christian name is... Teresa Apokalis."
Elena glanced at the ghost suspended in the air, suddenly became playful, and whispered with a holy face.
"In the name of Apokalis, I will inherit the position of bishop sooner or later, but before that, you are right - the old man is responsible for these."
"Wait, wait! Ah, Apocalis?!"
The fat monk's pupils shrank suddenly. As a clergyman from centuries ago, he certainly knew this vocabulary.
However, this is not a surname printed on some pure-blood family tree, but a word that appears in countless religious classics, and its meaning is...
"……Revelation?!"
"or--"
Elena's eyes flashed with something to do, and she whispered playfully.
"A cataclysm that destroys the world?"
"Anyway, thank you for your guide. Goodbye, sir."
She raised her right hand and quickly waved towards the door not far away with dim magic text flashing.
Without any brilliant brilliance, the door of the room slid open silently, and a soft and warm light shone from the crack in the door to the corridor outside.
"If you still have any questions, you might as well go directly to Bishop Apokalis - well, yes, he came to Hogwarts Castle very early."
Squeak - bang.
As the door closed again.
Only Elena's remaining voice was left in the corridor, as well as the fat monk who was confused.
"Apocalis...Bishop?"
The fat monk murmured in a low voice, the translucent soul body changing in light and dark.
As an enthusiastic ghost at Hogwarts, the Fat Friar knows almost everyone who comes in and out of the school.
Following Elena's "hint" just now, the fat monk quickly thought of a certain faculty member who entered the school almost at the same time as her.
Could it be that……
The fat monk took one last look at the closed bedroom door in front of him, and drifted towards the upper area of the castle without looking back.
In any case, these things are no longer something he can figure out alone, and he must seek some additional help.
…………
Phew, magic, theology... the world is indeed more complicated than she imagined.
At the same time, on the other side of the bedroom door.
Elena leaned against the door and took a long breath.
As time goes by, she gradually understands the destination she hopes to reach, as well as the various challenges and dangerous situations she may encounter along the way.
Perhaps she can defeat Voldemort and infiltrate the Ministry of Magic with her "prophecy", but if she wants to integrate the world, the knowledge in movies and novels may be too thin.
The several world-long non-interference between the non-magical world and the magical world cannot be based solely on unilateral restraint.
This is like the Cold War confrontation between the United States and the Soviet Union. Balance will only exist between two equally matched parties.
Ministry of Magic, Muggle Government...
These are just the tip of the iceberg that has emerged from the sea. Elena is not naive enough to believe that magic or non-magic has an overwhelming advantage.
As a person who hopes to open up a new world, before setting sail, she must understand how thick the ice layers hidden under the "sea surface" are and how hard they are.
"The forces from the magic world have almost been integrated. Now we are waiting for news from the non-magic world..."
The Internet era of human civilization is coming, and she must take the initiative before then, otherwise she is likely to miss the only opportunity for integration in the past century.
After centuries of silence, the magical civilization that reappears in the eyes of the world must not be a Titanic full of tourists—it must be an invincible icebreaker.
And when that time comes...
It's the age of magic. Elena leaned on the back of the door in a daze.
I didn't expect that I would be the one to write the fairy tale in the end. This feeling is really amazing.
And once she accepts this setting, then she is——
"Elena? Ai Lin Na——"
Before she could start imagining, a familiar voice rang in her ears.
Immediately afterwards, there was a pretty face with a flushed red face and a bit of baby fat. Although there was a bit of innocence hidden in the eyebrows, it made it look even more cute.
"Wow - Elena, you found the dormitory alone?!"
Hannah looked at Elena standing at the door in surprise, as if she was seeing Hermione flying around in the sky.
"You, your road idiot can actually be saved?! Oh my god——"
She subconsciously stretched out her hands and pinched the white-haired dumpling's face, trying to confirm whether it was a real person or a magical phantom.
"Have you finally evolved?! Well, it's like the Bulbasaur you mentioned..."
Since the two have known each other for so long, this is the first time that Hannah has seen Elena arrive at a certain place accurately.
You know, if there is no one to guide him, this guy will never step into the cross passage, let alone find the bedroom door and walk in alone.
According to Hermione, Elena is a "death-level" road bug - if no one is with her in the wild, she is likely to lose herself accidentally.
Snapped.
"You are Bulbasaur! Also, I am not a road warrior!"
Elena slapped Hannah's hand away and glared at Tiehanhan angrily.
"The fat monk brought me here——"
"Oh -" Hannah nodded in realization.
"Stop talking about this for now, where is your mother?"
Elena looked around the room and asked hurriedly, her expression slightly indescribably subtle and worried.
There was no one else in the warm and comfortable bedroom, but judging from the clean and orderly furnishings around it, it was obvious that this bedroom had just been tidied up.
"I heard that she came to clean up with you. You shouldn't have encountered any... um, strange things, right?"
"Well, mom should be over there in the bathroom now, right?"
Hannah pointed back and blinked in confusion.
"As for the strange things..."
Ahhhhh——
Before Hannah could finish her words, a burst of female screams suddenly came from behind the ajar bathroom door.
Oops!
Without enough time to explain, Elena quickly passed Hannah and rushed towards the bathroom.