It was a pity that Wyzett didn't have the right materials on hand—otherwise, he'd have loved nothing more than to unfold his collapsible cauldron and put this new ancient magic to the test.
If he could perfect the Soul-Soothing Potion, eliminating its flaws and enhancing its potency, then his upcoming potion-selling scheme would have yet another lucrative product to offer.
Start with Pepperup Potion as an entry point, then move on to high-end Soul-Soothing Potions—the profits could be substantial...
"Wyzett! Over here!" Luna called out, her voice bubbling with excitement as she waved a conch shell high above her head. "Come listen! You can hear the ocean inside!"
The songlike sea breeze swept toward the shore, nearly snatching her sun hat away.
She pressed the hat down with one hand and lifted the conch with the other. Backed by the endless blue of the sea, she looked every bit the messenger of the ocean spirits—lively, graceful, and full of wonder.
"We'll figure out the details once we reach our destination!" Wyzett breathed out a laugh, waving back. "Coming, my little sea sprite!"
"Are you talking about me?"
"Of course! How could I ignore the call of a sea spirit? I've come to listen to the voice of the ocean."
"Then you'd better listen closely!"
…
Time always flies when you're having fun.
To Wyzett, it felt like he'd only blinked before it was time to gather.
The calm waters before the dock began to ripple. After a flurry of shimmering waves, a mast broke the surface—then three enormous sails unfurled.
With a rush and a roar, a colossal three-masted sailing ship rose from the deep, water streaming down its sides like silken robes, shrouding it in an air of mystery.
By the time Wyzett and the others returned to the dock, the sea around the vessel had receded, revealing its full, magnificent form.
At the bow, a massive coat of arms commanded attention. Two lion statues stood as guardians, proud and imposing, holding the crest aloft with their powerful paws.
Surrounding them were countless exquisite carvings—angels, devils, warriors—all rendered with such lifelike detail that the entire assembly seemed to pulse with energy.
Above the gunports, lion heads gaped wide, as if swallowing the sea breeze and unleashing thunderous roars toward the open ocean.
Bathed in golden lacquer and blazing sunlight, the ship's sculptures gleamed with a brilliance worthy of royalty. The whole vessel exuded a palatial grandeur that left everyone awestruck.
"That crest… What does it say…" Wyzett squinted, trying to make out the letters inscribed on the emblem. "V… a…"
Hearing his voice, Xenophilius cleared his throat, snapping his mouth shut after gaping in astonishment.
He turned to Luna with a look of pride. "Well? Isn't your dad impressive? You don't see ships like this every day!"
Luna clapped her hands. "Dad, you're absolutely the best!"
…
Nearby, a familiar voice rang out, "Merlin's knickers! This ship is enormous! It's… I don't even have the words!"
A middle-aged man chided, "Anthony, mind your language!"
An elderly man chuckled, "Oh, let him be. At Hogwarts, I'm sure expressions like that are all the rage. He'll grow out of it."
An elderly woman's voice replied, "At Ilvermorny, you'd never hear such exclamations."
The old man responded, "True, true… Ilvermorny is a fine school. I've always said so."
"It's the best magical school!" the old woman corrected him firmly.
The old man replied, just as seriously, "The best magical school is Hogwarts."
…
Hearing the exchange, Wyzett turned and, to his surprise, spotted his dormmate—Anthony Goldstein.
He waved eagerly. "Anthony! Anthony! Over here!"
"Wyzett! You—" Anthony hurried over, catching sight of Luna at his side. "Is this your sister?"
"Yep." Wyzett nodded. "And this is Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood."
"You don't have to say 'and' next time," Xenophilius whispered with a smile.
"Yes, this is Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood, my father," Luna chimed in, laughter twinkling in her voice.
Xenophilius beamed. "That's my girl—always the best!"
Anthony's family joined them, exchanging warm greetings.
It was then that Wyzett learned a surprising fact: Newt Scamander, the famed author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, was actually a distant relative of Anthony.
And the two elderly people debating "the world's best magical school" were none other than the Scamander couple themselves.
When it came to parental small talk, Xenophilius was more than happy to take the lead.
Wyzett took Luna aside, with Anthony tagging along.
"My surname's Goldstein, see?" Anthony explained. "Tina Goldstein is my great-great-aunt."
"I went to visit them over the summer, and since they wanted to travel, we just tagged along. We didn't book through a travel agency or anything—just hitched a ride on their ship. Never thought I'd run into you here."
Wyzett shook his head in amazement. "No wonder you know so much! I had no idea you came from a family like that."
It was from Anthony that he'd first heard about pure-blood families—turns out, Anthony was pure-blood himself.
But unlike the Slytherins, Anthony didn't care a whit for so-called 'pure-blood theory.'
"I just know a bit of pure-blood family gossip," Anthony shrugged. "You, on the other hand, came out of nowhere and still managed to top the year."
"The whole 'pure-blood theory' is rubbish, honestly. I always thought Gellert Grindelwald's ideas were more interesting."
Wyzett raised an eyebrow. "You mean… wizard supremacy?"
He remembered reading about Gellert Grindelwald in the history of magic. The "wizard supremacy" movement argued that wizards should rule the world, superior to Muggles, and shouldn't compromise with the Statute of Secrecy.
"And meritocracy, too…" Anthony lowered his voice. "Grindelwald nearly pulled it off, you know!"
"He welcomed powerful wizards into his ranks and scoffed at weak pure-bloods. That's why his movement grew so fast."
"So yeah, I kind of admire Grindelwald. Even though he failed, his influence still lingers in magical communities worldwide…"
He was about to continue when Xenophilius strolled over, calling for Luna and Wyzett to board the ship.
Anthony leaned in, whispering, "By the way… don't tell my great-great-aunt what I just said…"
After all, Tina Goldstein was a legendary Auror who'd worked with Newt Scamander in New York to capture Gellert Grindelwald himself.
With a relative like that, Anthony had good reason to worry about word getting out—an Auror's nephew singing the praises of a dark wizard was a recipe for trouble.
Wyzett and Luna spoke in perfect unison, "We won't tell a soul."
"So in sync?" Anthony scratched his head, glancing toward his parents. "Now I wish I had a little sister, too…"
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