"That's right!" Dumbledore produced an envelope from his pocket. "They've already left, but they left you this letter."
"I've checked it—there are no curses. But only you can open it, so I haven't the faintest idea what's inside."
Wyzett glanced at the person floating inside the bubble. "Headmaster Dumbledore, everything we're discussing now... is there any chance that mastermind could overhear us?"
"As far as I know, it doesn't matter," Dumbledore replied with a shake of his head. "I've already consulted with them. If he couldn't be here, I wouldn't be standing in front of you, either."
"Should I open it here?"
"Certainly. This letter can only be read once."
Wyzett took the envelope and was struck by an uncanny sense of familiarity.
He activated his Oculus Magicae, his Eye of Magic, and saw the envelope pulsing with Ancient Magic. At the seal, a spiraling cyclone pattern glimmered.
A letter protected by Ancient Magic—that certainly added to its credibility.
He tried to open it, but the envelope seemed fused shut, utterly unyielding.
If it was sealed by Ancient Magic, perhaps only Ancient Magic could open it.
Focusing, he channeled Ancient Magic: Projectile Mastery, gathering the power in his palm and pressing it into the cyclone seal.
This was a technique he'd devised aboard The Vasa, an application of Projectile Mastery he'd refined himself.
Sure enough, the seal split with a faint crack, and the envelope opened, revealing the letter within.
With Dumbledore's warning echoing in his mind, Wyzett steeled himself and drew out the letter to read its contents.
To the new Guardian:
Greetings!
I am Serena Pendragon, your predecessor as Guardian. The copy of The Wizard's Practical Combat Guide you now possess was once my most trusted magical companion, guiding me through my magical education.
I carried it across the world, delving into countless wizarding ruins, allowing it to absorb power both ancient and pure.
With such strength, the Guide is no longer just an "important magical artifact"—it's become something far more, brimming with possibilities.
But now, caught in the world's maelstrom, I can no longer wield this renewed Guide, nor can I overcome the looming crisis...
So I had to seek a successor—that is you, and only you. Or perhaps, another version of you.
Though I can't truly understand it, I've chosen to trust Gellert Grindelwald.
He is a true Seer, capable of glimpsing the future, and deeply unwilling to let certain things come to pass.
His resolve is unshakable. He even sacrificed one of his own eyes—consuming the Prophetic Eye from Germany completely—to make a prophecy powerful enough for us to act upon.
In other words, Gellert Grindelwald is now blind in one eye—meaning he's lost his prophetic sight.
But he made me promise: if Albus Dumbledore asks, you must say he is completely blind in that eye.
Remember: completely blind.
That is the only piece of information you may share with Albus Dumbledore.
I'm also sorry for orchestrating this whole affair and disrupting your well-earned holiday. Honestly, for a student to be deprived of a peaceful break is unforgivable.
But to ensure your future holidays are free from worry, I had to make this decision.
It all began with the Christmas incident—the attack on Mr. Ollivander.
By now, you've probably guessed: yes! That wand was left by me. Only a Guardian can earn its allegiance.
The moment I sensed you had claimed the wand, the Isaian Society also felt the disturbance in Diagon Alley and realized a new Guardian had emerged. They obtained your name from Mr. Ollivander.
The Isaian Society is an ancient, secretive order. If I hadn't wandered the world, chasing clues through ancient magical ruins, I might never have learned of them.
Its founder was a powerful Seer who built the Society on the foundation of prophecy. That prophecy remains their deepest secret.
He then set in motion a series of actions—all in pursuit of fulfilling that prophecy.
What has the Isaian Society done, you ask? Witch hunts, goblin rebellions—both bear their fingerprints.
I suffered greatly during one such rebellion, which is why I set myself against them.
Through that struggle, I discovered that a Guardian's power is the Isaian Society's natural enemy.
Thus began our long conflict. As we gradually eroded their power, we also uncovered fragments of their prophecy.
The Isaian Society targeted Sweden for this very island, which holds the original secret. They believe the prophecy must be enacted here.
The prophecy they seek to fulfill reads: "Offer up primordial power, and the World Tree shall be reborn. Amidst rolling tides, the nemesis will shatter the seal, and the old master will finally break free."
They spent years preparing. In the end, they chose to use the Obscurus—rich in 'primordial power'—as the sacrifice, using you, the new Guardian, as the pivot.
As for the nemesis, their first choice was naturally me.
But following Grindelwald's prophetic guidance, we maneuvered you into the prophecy's design.
According to Grindelwald's vision, whoever becomes the 'nemesis' will be spared the Isaian Society's main assaults.
You've only just become Guardian, and you're the one who most needs time. That's why I led you here.
Your next task is to complete the second step of the Isaian Society's prophecy—ascend to the top of the World Tree.
As for what comes after... trust your instincts! Anyone's instincts will do.
Once that's done, your life should return to something like peace—while we continue to give them trouble. After all, retirement is dreadfully dull unless you find something to do.
And that girl at your side—she's special, too, and a companion you can trust. Don't let the opportunity slip by! Ehehe!
If you need help, go to a secret chamber at Hogwarts. We'll appear there and offer whatever aid we can.
Oh! When you finish reading this letter, a way to reach that chamber will appear...
Serena Pendragon, who wants to retire—but not be bored
As Wyzett finished reading the signature, the letter burst into flames in his hands, crumbling instantly to ash.
Sure enough, as the last scrap vanished, a route map unfurled in his mind, detailing the path to the Guardian's secret chamber.
The previous Guardian seemed to have revealed many secrets—yet each one was shrouded in mystery, every answer raising more questions. It all felt like a riddle.
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"A riddler, huh..." Wyzett rubbed at his brow. "Everything's just smoke and mirrors..."