With the help of the horn, Luna connected deeply with the eight-legged steed.
"No one has remembered you for so long—you must have been terribly lonely!" Luna gently stroked the horse's cheek. "How about I call you Frigg from now on? I'd love to be your friend."
The eight-legged steed let out a thunderous neigh, nodding its head—the sound rumbling like distant storm clouds.
It gazed up at the sky, where the waves had risen so high they nearly brushed the crown of the World Tree and the enchanted cloud above.
Newly christened Frigg, the horse bowed its head, bringing its horn to touch the glowing horn in Luna's arms.
At once, the horn in her embrace dissolved into a stream of radiant light, swirling through the air before coalescing into a mistletoe bracelet that appeared on Luna's wrist.
The bracelet shimmered with a crimson glow, and in a heartbeat, Luna found herself lifted onto Frigg's back.
"Wyzett, it's time to go!" Luna called, sitting sidesaddle atop the divine steed. She reached out, offering her hand to pull Wyzett up.
Frigg stamped a hoof, and instantly, a mistletoe bracelet materialized on Wyzett's wrist as well.
A wave of warmth radiated from the bracelet, and in the blink of an eye, he too was seated behind Luna on the horse's back.
As the two prepared to depart, Frigg poised to leap, Xenophilius stepped forward, hope flickering in his eyes—a silent, "What about me?"
Frigg shook its head, then in a flash, appeared behind Xenophilius, only to vanish again and reappear at the roots of the World Tree.
Wyzett and Luna glanced back, as if to call out, but before they could utter a word, they melted into the trunk of the World Tree—and vanished without a trace.
Left behind, Xenophilius discovered a bracelet of nettle twined around his wrist.
A touch of disappointment crossed his face as he sighed, "I was the first one to find the horn... I even tucked it into my precious daughter's backpack..."
Dumbledore approached with a twinkle in his eye, offering comfort. "Perhaps the seats were all taken? Or maybe they care for you too much to let you risk yourself."
"Maybe you're right," Xenophilius agreed, gazing at the roots of the World Tree. "I never imagined... something like this could happen..."
Newt soothed his Niffler before stepping over. "Headmaster Dumbledore, what brings you here?"
"With a spectacle like this, how could I not be curious?" Dumbledore smiled serenely. "Besides, the Department of Mysteries' assignment is complete."
"I was following the trail of an Obscurus..." Newt produced a wanted poster—the one bearing Wyzett's name and face.
"Tonight, when I returned to the Swedish Ministry of Magic, someone handed me this. I couldn't resist coming to see for myself..." He drew out a glass orb filled with restless, swirling black mist.
"This detects traces of an Obscurus—and it's pulsing now, which means there's definitely one nearby."
Newt eyed Dumbledore, probing, "You know something, don't you?"
"Are you suggesting someone's been leading us in circles?" Dumbledore shrugged, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "That's about all I know."
Newt knew Dumbledore too well. He was certainly hiding something, but there was nothing to do but sigh. "Seems you know more than I thought..."
"The Swedish Ministry must be going mad! All magic here has failed, and those waves are bound to attract Muggle attention. I have no idea how they'll clean up this mess..."
"You really aren't going to step in? You think those two kids can handle waves like that on their own?"
Dumbledore stroked his beard, eyes twinkling. "While I don't expect anything to go wrong... if it does, I'll intervene."
Newt put away the black-mist orb. "You've got that much faith in him? Well, let's watch and see."
He rubbed his chin, a wry smile breaking out. "You know, I think I finally understand what it was like for you to send me on wild goose chases back in the day!"
Dumbledore waved his hands in mock protest. "I did not! I would never!"
Night had fallen over Sweden. Alone in his office, the Swedish Prime Minister hurriedly locked the door, ordered no interruptions, and retrieved a short war hammer from his safe.
He returned to his desk and struck the surface with the hammer. Lightning crackled and danced, coalescing into a flawless, gleaming mirror.
But the mirror showed not his own reflection, but another office entirely.
He set down the hammer, laced his fingers, and tapped the desk—his face a mask of frustration.
Before long, the Swedish Minister of Magic appeared on the other side of the mirror, wearing an expression just as weary.
As soon as the Minister sat, the Prime Minister burst out, "My secretary just called! He told me the seawater around Stockholm is surging together at an unbelievable rate."
"And the strangest thing—when they traced the flow, they saw this!" He yanked the mirror toward the window.
Through the glass, the distant horizon was dominated by waves reaching up to the sky, and the impossible silhouette of the World Tree.
"Care to explain? Aren't you supposed to keep things hidden? What in Merlin's name are you doing, summoning a tsunami this size? What's your plan?"
"We're working on it," the Minister of Magic replied, his voice grim. "Remember the recent attack I told you about? This is connected to that."
The Prime Minister drew a deep breath. Now that he'd vented, he felt a measure of calm return. "How much longer is this going to take? At this rate, it'll make the news for sure!"
"You know how fast information spreads now. If this gets out, you'll have a hard time covering it up! I don't want you waving wands at my people!"
"I'll do everything I can to prevent that," the Minister of Magic assured him. "The Accidental Magic Reversal Squad and the Auror Office are already on the scene..."
Suddenly, a deep rumble shook the window—the towering waves began to tilt, threatening to crash directly toward them.
The Prime Minister instantly realized this was no magical mishap—this was a tsunami, a disaster that could wipe out everything.
He lunged for the mirror, roaring, "Where are your bloody magical teams? Why haven't you fixed this yet?"
The waves continued to lean forward. A chill ran down the Prime Minister's spine, as if the tsunami was already at his back.
The Minister of Magic shuddered. "As far as I know, Professor Dumbledore is on the island. He should be able to—"
He didn't finish. The window exploded with blinding, searing light...
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