Six Months Later...
The Continental, France...
The forest was quiet—eerily so—as if nature itself held its breath for what was about to begin.
Nestled deep within that silence, shrouded by ancient trees and enchanted mist, stood a castle reborn.
What had once been the haunted ruin of a witch-hunter's stronghold was now something entirely new:
The Continental – France Branch.
Where cracked walls had once wept with the memories of curses and bloodshed, now shimmered dark marble corridors laced with enchanted sconces,
Whispering in hushed tones in languages known and forgotten.
Its towering spires now bore the insignia of the Morningstar sigil and a symbol representing Unity Between Worlds—
An open spell book wrapped in vines and yokai mist.
Inside, magic pulsed in the very air.
Portals shimmered and blinked open in controlled rhythms, monitored by gatekeepers in suits and ceremonial armour.
You could hear snippets of different languages—
Japanese, Transylvanian, Gobbledegook, even Mermish—
From a growing crowd of dignitaries and emissaries arriving from every corner of the magical world.
Today wasn't just a meeting.
Today was history.
Through the front door stepped Leo Morningstar, flanked by three distinct figures.
To his left walked Bellatrix, dressed not in her usual militant attire, but an elegant suit of deep velvet black embroidered with enchanted silver lilies.
Her eyes scanned everything with sharp precision—
Both guard and guest.
To his right, the ever-enthusiastic Jonny, decked in a custom-tailored student robe.
His steps practically bounced.
And beside Jonny, swathed in elegant silks, moved the hauntingly beautiful Hagoromo Gitsune, her fox tails were hidden by illusions.
Eyes like molten gold shimmered as she examined the building with a proud, calculating gaze—
This place, after all, represented a merging of two of her worlds.
Jonny whistled low.
Whistle~
"No way… this place looks cooler than the Hall of Justice and the Sanctum Sanctorum combined."
Leo smirked.
Smirk~
"Built to impress. And to protect."
Inside the Meeting Room...
The hall had been designed in dark crystal and deep green tones, enchanted chandeliers floating overhead.
A long obsidian table—
Curved like a crescent moon—
Stood in the centre, with magical nameplates floating above each designated seat.
Around the room, notable faces began to arrive.
Minister Jenkins, looking sharp and regal in navy robes, her entourage quietly guiding international guests.
Dumbledore, standing beside Nicolas Flamel, looked particularly impressed by the magical architecture.
Representatives from MACUSA, Mahoutokoro, and Castelobruxo, their eyes sweeping the room with equal parts awe and scepticism.
Goblin representatives from Gringotts—
Present, intrigued, and slightly twitchy.
Portals from Hotel Transylvania and the Nura Clan flared open across the room.
Minister Jenkins took the podium as her voice boomed magically across the hall.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Wizards and Witches... welcome to the Second Magi-Mundo Conference—and the first to be held at The Continental."
The applause, though laced with curiosity and caution, was thunderous.
Clap~ Clap~
Clap~ Clap~
Jenkins continued.
"Six months ago, a single invention shook our foundations—a potion to transform Muggles into Wizards. Since then, we've seen questions rise:"
"What's next? What is fair? What is safe? And above all—who decides? That's why this gathering matters. Not to rule. But to understand, to align. And yes... to negotiate."
She gestured toward Leo.
"And it all begins... with him."
The room turned.
Dozens of eyes—
Locked onto the man who built a bridge between worlds.
Leo stepped forward slowly, his coat whispering across the polished floor.
"Let's talk about the future,"
He said simply.
A stillness had settled over the room.
The moment the Muggle delegation—
A carefully selected group of people who were representative of Muggles—
Arrived and took their designated seats, the air changed.
Unlike most wizard kind, the Muggles were not sceptical.
They were hopeful.
Eager.
Some whispered nervously, clutching enchanted translation scrolls provided to them.
Others looked around wide-eyed, already swept up in the grandeur of this hidden world.
The idea that they were not only seeing magic—
But might wield it—
Left many breathless.
At the head of the room,
Leo Morningstar his gaze swept across the gathered delegates—
Wizards, witches, muggles, and magical administrators alike.
His voice was calm.
Clear. Confident.
"This potion rewrites magical affinity pathways. In simpler terms, it makes the impossible possible. A muggle… can become a wizard."
Gasps echoed from the Muggle delegation.
Even a few wizards muttered among themselves, some still doubting—
Some resisting.
Leo continued.
"The transformation is not temporary. It is real. It is stable. And it comes with risks, like any powerful change, but nothing that cannot be managed with proper training."
"No one is being forced. No shortcuts will be tolerated. Only those truly committed to the path of magic should even attempt it."
Then he turned and raised a hand.
"Jonny, if you please."
The young man stood, slightly nervous—
But trying to look confident.
"____"
He stepped forward onto the circular platform beside Leo.
With a flick of his newly gifted wand, Jonny shouted:
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
A chair in the corner floated up, twirling mid-air before gently lowering back down.
He then cast the second spell.
"Lumos!"
The wand tip flared with bright white light, making some squint.
Then he whispered.
"Nox."
Darkness again.
The crowd sat in stunned silence.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Even Nicolas Flamel leaned forward, adjusting his spectacles.
A few delegates clapped in cautious awe.
Others just sat frozen.
Even though they knew about the potion, seeing the result with their own eyes made them even more speechless.
Then a few magical researchers stepped forward from their seats—Healers,
Unspeakables, Potion Masters—
Drawn by academic curiosity.
"May we examine him?"
One elder Healer asked cautiously.
Leo nodded, but added sharply.
"Gently. He's not a specimen. He's a person."
Still, Jonny looked tense as wands flicked around him, scanning his aura, magical flow, and core stability.
A pulse passed through his body, examining his magic and body.
"His magical core… It's real. There are no fractures. No signs of imbalance."
One muttered in disbelief.
"He's stabilised."
Said another.
"The potion didn't graft magic—it rewrote his body to generate it."
Jonny scratched the back of his head, whispering to Leo.
"They're kinda freaking me out."
Leo gave a small smile and gently pulled him back.
"That's enough for now."
Jonny nodded and returned to his seat, met with silent stares—
Nod~
"____"
Half awe, half reverence.
Leo looked back at the room.
"There is more. In time, the potion is for different age groups, and perhaps… interspecies compatibility. But that's a conversation for later. Today, the question before us is not 'how'—it is 'should.'"
The room fell quiet again.
"____"
"____"
"____"
The words settled.
Heavy. Powerful.
Then from the far end of the room, Minister Jenkins slowly rose, her face unreadable.
Leo stepped forward again, the air thick with silence after Jonny's demonstration and the quiet awe that had filled the room.
Then his tone shifted.
Deeper. Firmer.
Commanding.
"Before you dream of spellbooks and wands, you must understand something very important."
He turned slowly toward the Muggle delegation, and his red eyes scanned them like a hawk measuring its prey.
"To become a wizard… You must be ready to give something up."
A cold shiver rippled across the hall.
The muggles tensed.
Some clutched their briefcases.
One delegate whispered to another,
"He's going to ask for land... money... power... maybe even lifespan…"
Their fears grew in seconds.
But what came next shattered every expectation.
"Magic and electricity,"
Leo said, voice echoing through the enchanted hall,
"They are not friends. Where true magic flourishes, technology dies. Electricity fails. Circuits die. Radios go silent. Satellites black out. Phones become paperweights."
Gasps.
Even a few wizards sat up straighter—
Many of them hadn't realised the extent of it.
"Every Muggle who takes the path to magic must leave behind the comfort of their digital world. No smartphones. No televisions. No computers. No online life."
His voice was calm.
But unshakably final.
"And there is more."
The Muggle delegates looked visibly shaken now.
"Once accepted, each nation's Muggle government will be merged—peacefully, carefully—into their respective Ministry of Magic. And adjustment periods. But there will be no dual rule. Only unity."
The words sank like stones into still water.
Silent. Heavy.
"____"
"____"
Consequential.
"This is not a shortcut to power. It is a path of transformation. A re-writing of identity. It is not for the ambitious. It is for the brave."
Leo stepped back, gaze unwavering.
No one applauded.
No one moved.
They had expected magic.
They had not expected a new world order.
A few moments later,
Minister Jenkins rose to formally close the session.
"This concludes the second Magi-Mundo Conference. The Muggle delegation is permitted a private caucus with their nations and councils. Their response may take days… or weeks. But we await it with open arms."
With a nod from her, magical and Muggle escorts stepped in to guide the respective groups to their exit through the floo network, while Muggles were accompanied by an auror escorting them out.
Nod~
The Muggle representatives walked out in complete silence, their expressions a mix of awe, confusion, and heavy contemplation.
Some looked back at Jonny once.
Others avoided Leo's gaze entirely.
They knew what had just been offered wasn't a gift.
It was a threshold.
And crossing it… meant leaving everything behind.
Somewhere in the Conference Chambers,
Midnight After the Magi-Mundo Conference...
In a video conference.
Over a dozen of the most powerful Muggle leaders, tech moguls, intelligence chiefs, military generals, economic policy heads, and royal advisors were present in the video call.
The air was heavy—
Laced with tension, confusion, and something else they all recognised but refused to name aloud: fear.
None of them spoke for the first few seconds.
Then, it began.
"What Leo Morningstar proposed… is not diplomacy. It's a takeover,"
Growled General Rothschild, head of the U.K. Joint Defence Command.
"It was diplomacy,"
Countered Director Hoshino from Japan's Surveillance Division.
"Because he warned us before the tide hit. He didn't have to."
"He's one man!"
Barked Senator Torres from the U.S.
"We don't even know the full extent of his power! Or the other wizards, and now he wants us to throw away everything? The grid? The global economy?!"
One of the tech giants—CEO Sanjay Mehra of Mehra AI Technologies—slowly raised a hand.
"With all due respect… after what we saw at the conference… Jonny was a Muggle. Did anyone review his background? And now—he's one of them."
"Which means we can become them,"
Whispered a royal attaché from the Middle East.
"And that… changes everything."
A silence.
Then a colder voice broke it.
From the shadows near the far wall, the French Defence Minister leaned forward, fingers steepled.
"Some of you have whispered war. Don't."
He let that hang.
"Have you forgotten the Aurors who disarmed a drone strike in the Gobi Desert two years ago without even moving?"
"The explosion over Istanbul—the one the media called an accident? That was stopped midair by a so-called 'magical entity'. We are outmatched. Our nukes, satellites, AI—they're toys to these people."
"So what now?"
Asked the Swiss delegate, voice shaking slightly.
A murmur rose among the group.
"Negotiate."
"Demand better terms."
"Create our own magical task force."
"Steal the potion and replicate it."
"Control the spread."
"Limit transformation licenses."
Then—
Another voice.
This time, calm, powerful, and heavy with old authority.
It was President Sokolov of the Russian Federation.
"We don't bargain from weakness."
He said.
"But neither do we challenge gods. We must be clever. We offer them structure. Partnership. Contribution."
He turned to face the table.
"We demand a seat in the International Wizarding Council."
The idea stirred something.
"Magic-tech integration."
"Shared research centres."
"Conditions for potion eligibility—background checks, service contracts…"
"Governmental oversight, at least in transition…"
It was not yet unity.
But it was not war.
It was the first breath of something new.
Continental Hotel, France...
Enchanted chandeliers hung above a velvet green sitting area where three men—
Each legendary in their own right—
Sitting, sipping freshly brewed tea from antique porcelain cups.
Across from Leo Morningstar, in a relaxed poise, sat Albus Dumbledore, eyes twinkling.
Beside him, with a reserved yet curious demeanour, sat Nicolas Flamel, the famed alchemist whose Philosopher's Stone had granted him centuries of life.
Serving them with graceful silence was Valac.
Who gently poured the last cup and glided away like a shadow.
After a few moments of light sipping and a polite hum from Flamel, Dumbledore cleared his throat.
Cough~
"____"
Leo caught the cue.
He set down his cup and leaned forward, elbows resting casually on his knees.
"Master Flamel,"
Leo began, voice steady but respectful,
"It's a bit unorthodox, but I didn't invite you here for pleasantries alone. I would like you to join Hotel Continental."
Flamel arched a brow, amusement flickering behind centuries of patience.
"I've been invited to kings' courts, ancient orders, shadow councils… but never—never—to a hotel."
"So what shall I do, Mr. Morningstar? Polish crystal goblets? Open doors?"
Dumbledore chuckled softly,
Chuckle~
But Leo only smiled, unfazed.
"No. I'm inviting you… to shape the future."
That made Flamel pause mid-sip.
Leo continued, now more serious.
"The Continental isn't just a hotel. It's a nexus. A bridge between worlds, between species, and soon, between wizards and muggles. You saw what happened at the Magi-Mundo conference."
"The world's shifting. I want you to help stabilise that shift and optimise it to the maximum."
Flamel tilted his head.
"And what, pray tell, would my role be?"
"The Continental needs someone as experienced as you."
Leo said.
"Someone to lead magical innovation, research inter-world magical theory, regulate alchemical standards across borders… and yes, occasionally supervise the bar stock."
That last bit made Dumbledore cough into his tea.
Cough~
Flamel leaned back, stroking his beard.
"Alchemy… leading magical innovation…"
He murmured.
"You're not asking for a doorman. You're asking for an Architect of the New Era."
Leo nodded once.
"Exactly."
Silence settled between them again as Flamel considered it.
Then he looked up, eyes sharp and youthful behind his age.
"One condition."
"Name it."
"I want full access to the potion."
Flamel said.
"Muggle to wizard. I want to understand it to its bones."
Leo didn't hesitate.
"Done."
Flamel raised his teacup in salute.
"Then consider me your… doorman, Mr. Morningstar."
The steam from the teacups had barely faded when Nicolas Flamel, the alchemist known for centuries of composure, leaned forward—
Eyes glowing with the curiosity of a child seeing stars for the first time.
"Leo!"
He blurted, setting his teacup aside almost too harshly.
"Tell me—can I travel to these other worlds you mentioned? The ones tied to this Continental?"
Leo blinked.
Dumbledore arched an amused brow behind his glasses.
"____"
"You mean Nurarihyon's world and Hotel Transylvania?"
"Yes, yes, those!"
Flamel's hands animated like a boy talking about broomsticks.
"How does one travel? Is it an interdimensional Apparition? Do we require specific coordinates? What are the magical laws there? Are there wand-users? Alchemists? Potioneers?!"
"Nicolas,"
Dumbledore chuckled, sipping his tea again,
Chuckle~
"I've known you for over a century, and I've never seen you this excited. You sound like a first-year walking into Ollivander's."
Leo, still recovering from the barrage of questions, raised his hands slightly, half-laughing.
"One at a time, Master Flamel. I'll explain."
He stood up and went to a door and thought about travelling to another world, and opened it—
A stable portal pulsing with quiet power.
"This is the main method of travel between worlds connected to the Continental. They're fixed-point dimensional gates—keyed to certain leyline convergence points."
Flamel was already halfway out of his chair, mesmerised.
"Each world has its own rules, but magic exists in some form in most of them."
Leo continued.
"Nurarihyon's world, for instance, has Yokai—spirits, monsters, creatures born of fear and legend. They use fear as a source of their power. Some don't. Hotel Transylvania's world? More like a supernatural melting pot—vampires, werewolves, mummies, you name it."
Dumbledore, eyes wide behind his spectacles, mumbled half-jokingly,
"No wonder your letters have been so vague these days. Merlin's beard…"
Flamel moved to the edge of the portal, eyes gleaming.
"And they… accept us?"
Leo nodded.
Nod~
"Yes. We've established there for years. They understand what the Continental stands for. Trade has already started, magical services, culture exchange—even jobs for their kind."
"Jobs?"
Flamel blinked.
"You mean—like—"
"Guild-style,"
Leo confirmed.
"Bounties, healing services, and magical resource trade. Your work could open new fields of magic there. I think you'd enjoy it."
Flamel spun on his heel and grabbed Leo's shoulders with both hands.
"Leo, you've made immortality interesting again!"
Leo grinned.
Grin~
"Then welcome aboard."
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