Novel Summary
The shadow cast by two generations of Dark Lords gradually dissipated.
The White Lord (crossed out), the greatest wizard of this century, fantasized about receiving woolen socks in the headmaster's office.
Ryan Wells lived a quiet and leisurely life at Hogwarts.
With some insignificant external help, he was held in deep reverence throughout the wizarding community.
"Master Ryan! Do you have any new prophecies today?" People traveled thousands of miles from all over the world to Hogwarts in the hope of receiving a prophecy.
"Senior Ryan, what should I pay attention to today?" asked the younger students who had been helped.
"Ryan, any new prophecies?" Professor Flitwick cast a levitation spell on himself and patted his favorite student's shoulder affectionately in mid-air.
"Mr. Wells, what are your thoughts on the Ministry of Magic's future work?" asked the Daily Prophet reporter...