Soar into the sky with the giant dragon of the Black Forest;

learn the fairy magic in the Fairy Garden;

meet the goddess of luck at the Fountain of Good Fortune with the brave;

combine the three holy relics into one in the face of the god of death;

in a world where wizards exist, are fairy tales the fantasy of genius or embellished history?

Through the mist of history, across the boundary between this world and the next.

Avalon, please show the truth of the world to the wanderers.

…………

"My dream used to be to become a best-selling fairy tale writer in the Muggle and wizard worlds."

The reporter from the Daily Prophet raised the microphone, "What about now?"

"I have written my life into a fairy tale that I am most satisfied with... Look, whether it is Muggles or wizards, is there anyone who can refuse my story?"

Many years later, Rita Skeeter, who had become the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, asked: "When you decided to study at Hogwarts, did you foresee that you would be successful at Hogwarts?"

Mr. Andy Hall, then Minister of Magic, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, and holder of the Order of Merlin, First Class, replied helplessly: "?"

"At the time I didn't know a single spell, and I didn't even know I was a wizard."

Rita Skeeter: "So how did you learn magic?"

Andy: "You guys didn't [beep]?"

The story begins. Ian thought he was just a little wizard with a bit of talent and a simple [plug-in]—as long as he worked hard, he could become stronger.

However, as time passed, he began to realize something.

The teachers guiding him in magic were either legendary powerhouses or figures straight out of myths.

*"Standing before you is the noble Apostle of the Maze, the Co-Spokesman of the Old Dead, and the heir personally chosen by the founder of Hogwarts!"*

What? The noseless monster wants to make a move?

He must have never heard of the original spell recorded on my Chocolate Frog’s Famous Wizards Collection Card!

Dumbledore: *"That spell…!"*

Dumbledore’s expression changed as Ian recited *"Call of the Guardian Spirit."*

Silver-white threads surged, intertwining and condensing until a familiar figure appeared, one that a certain professor had spent his entire life drowning in guilt over.