A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

Wizards are born with the most fundamental power in the magical world—magic—and their entire lives are dedicated to learning how to wield it. Theoretically, every wizard has the potential to become Felix Heap, Dumbledore, Grindelwald…

……

The moon appeared and disappeared among the clouds; it was still a few days away from being a full moon, so it wasn't quite round. A group of wizards stood in the courtyard, gazing at Felix in the center.

"Are you sure?" Ms. Burns asked repeatedly, "The Muggle government has provided data simulating the space environment..."

“Don’t worry, I’ve made ample preparations,” Felix said calmly. “If anyone in the wizarding world can do this, my chances are definitely the greatest.” As he spoke, a layer of fine magical runes covered his face.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron, standing nearby, all thought of the night Voldemort returned: Professor Hyp first demonstrated his ability to transform into runes. A newfound confidence welled up within them.

However, this ability is actually too taxing, and Felix will try not to do it unless absolutely necessary.

Dumbledore was skilled in many kinds of magic, but his greatest skill was Transfiguration. He could even transform human bodies into all sorts of magical creatures, which seemed incredible to other wizards, but to him it was just a 'trick'. The ultimate form of Dumbledore's Transfiguration was to restore his strength to its peak. In fact, under the effect of Transfiguration, he could transform small parts of the human body and unleash even greater combat power.

Felix had heard about it from Harry, but he still didn't think he could handle Dumbledore in that state.

Felix's greatest skill undoubtedly lies in ancient runes.

'Transformation into Runes' is the perfect demonstration of his abilities and knowledge in this field. Even just by transforming his skin into ancient runes, he could endure in space far longer than the average wizard, not to mention his other magic.

With the Mind Hut, ancient runes, and Level 7 Iron Armor Spell appearing simultaneously, Felix suddenly appeared to everyone else like a large, colorful butterfly.

He tossed the silver pocket watch to Hermione. Since it was his first time trying this, he couldn't bring Varen along. It would be easier for him to do it alone. Once he understood the effects of space and the lunar environment on wizards, he could develop a series of targeted spells—just like how he transformed different emotions into Patronus.

“Fifteen minutes,” Ms. Burns said somewhat nervously. “In fifteen minutes, we will activate the door key on you. If you successfully land on the moon, you can cancel it. The door key is bidirectional.”

Felix nodded. The atmosphere became serious; everyone knew it was time. Felix glanced at the crowd, then turned and disappeared from their sight. Everyone knew that a major magical experiment had begun.

They could only stay in the courtyard of Hogwarts and wait for the outcome.

“This isn’t like the professor. If he were truly prepared, he would have been to the moon several times by the time he announced the results. But clearly, this is the first time he’s done this,” Hermione said, sobbing.

“Muggles and wizards are about to negotiate,” Ms. Burns said hesitantly.

“We must trust Felix; he has performed many miracles,” Professor McGonagall said in a low voice, trying to reassure him.

……

high in the air.

Felix drifted along, glancing behind him. Thick clouds obscured his vision. He checked his magic one last time, then leaped into the air. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the vast, boundless starry sky.

"How do you feel?" The surroundings were empty, but a voice transmitted to his mind through his consciousness.

Felix wasn't surprised; he clearly already knew. He tentatively moved his hands and feet, then carefully sensed his body. "It's very cold, the wind is strong, and there's something else eroding the magic barrier—probably cosmic rays… but it's not a big problem; they haven't touched my skin."

This is another trump card, one of the sources of Felix's confidence.

His clone magic.

The magic he learned from the magical creatures of the Arctic differed from the illusions used by ordinary wizards—Felix split in two, and as long as the magic was active, he could be seen as two entities. Felix transformed one of these entities into a phantom in his mind's eye, just as he had once transformed the mandrake pots and soil in the school greenhouse into simple lines.

If problems arise and conventional magic fails to help him survive in space, or even ancient runes become ineffective, he can still 'waste' a body and travel through space without restraint. As long as he reveals the phantom hidden in the Mind Hut at the last second and cancels the clone spell, it can serve as a replacement.

The magic's wonder was undeniable.

Felix began his journey through the vast starry sky, repeatedly using Apparition. Unlike his near-instantaneous disappearances during battle, each use of this spell while traveling took a little time, perhaps only a few seconds. However, when the number accumulated to two or three hundred times, it inevitably added up.

Almost ten minutes passed. Felix sat in space, the distant Earth appearing as a tiny, patterned black glass sphere floating in a nebula emitting a pale white light. Looking back, the moon was already close at hand.

Half a minute later, Felix stood on the surface of the moon.

“It’s like being hit by a levitation spell,” Felix muttered silently. He didn’t rush to explore, but instead tested some common spells on the spot, the effects of which remained largely unchanged. Then, the blue pin on his chest lit up.

It was Ms. Burns who activated the door key.

Felix casually extinguished the light from the key and fell into thought. If the time spent testing on the way was taken into account, it took him about twelve minutes, and once he became more proficient, this time could be further reduced to about seven or eight minutes.

If his Apparition could cover a wider area, it might only take three or four minutes… This was undoubtedly good news. Felix began to cast a spell—a giant bubble head charm.

The bubble head curse, which resembled an overturned fish tank, shattered as soon as it appeared.

"Tsk, I knew it wouldn't be smooth sailing." Felix wasn't surprised. He pulled out the Book of Runes, and soon, a rune spell modeled after the Bubble Head Spell appeared. Two years had passed since that transformation, and Felix felt significant progress every now and then, but most importantly, the ancient runes showed extremely strong adaptability.

“Perhaps Grindelwald could do it too,” Felix mused. Even among archmages, different people had different areas of expertise. Grindelwald was particularly adept at manipulating subtle changes in magic; he could combine the properties of the Bubble Head Charm with those of other spells to create a habitable environment in space.

After some time, a hemispherical magical barrier was completed. He then added various protective spells, while adjusting the temperature, light, and pressure to suit the situation. Finally, Felix drew a large amount of air from his emerald ring, and a temporary shelter was erected.

Felix dispelled the magic on his body, took a deep breath, and the orb of light from the Illumination spell cast a soft glow.

He slowly closed his eyes, pretending to be a wizard from hundreds of years ago—which was easy; he had visited many famous wizarding sites, and the pace of life for wizards was always slow, with many buildings still bearing traces of hundreds or even thousands of years ago, dating back to the time when the despicable Helbo was active.

The light-colored lunar soil on the surface was turned up, while the dark soil and various tiny glass particles and rock fragments solidified into various shapes. The porous, clumped, pale yellowish-brown rocks were scorched, melted, and shaped in the flames. A few minutes later, Felix realized that there wasn't enough oxygen.

"...That's normal. Ancient wizards wouldn't go completely bare-handed."

Felix carefully examined the crumbling ruins before him, gaining some insights into how to build houses on the moon. He then took out vegetables from his ring, crushed them, and mixed them with the lunar soil.

Finally, he held in his hands soil mixed with vegetable leaves and two containers he had just sculpted—one resembling a flowerpot and the other a bowl or plate, both engraved with ancient patterns.

"The next step is the most crucial one."

Felix's expression was solemn. A wisp of time energy floated from his ring, coiling around the floating lunar soil and container... This time energy came from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and some remained after Miss Granger's long-distance time travel problems were resolved. It seemed to have been prepared specifically for this scene.

The soil and container gradually turned a deep, antique color, and Felix smiled with satisfaction.

"What is false, and what is true? I am standing here, and that is true."

Listing the colossal lies he has told recently, using Grindelwald's special identity is one, and using the illumination technique to 'light up' Britain can only be considered half a lie due to favorable timing, location, and people. But the one he is telling now is definitely another complete lie. He is extremely audacious, trying to create history out of thin air.

Felix didn't intend to forcibly separate wizards from non-wizards; it was unrealistic and unnecessary. His idea was to encourage wizards (and non-wizards) to focus their attention on the vast cosmos. If wizards had ever lived on the moon, what about even further afield? Like Mars?

At least Felix won't stop exploring.

At Hogwarts, everyone waited anxiously. Two hours passed, and their expressions changed in turn, from calm to worry, solemnity, anxiety, and despair, until finally only a sliver of hope remained.

Harry thought to himself how lucky Hermione was to be there, constantly reassuring the students around him who were just as anxious as he was.

A soft sound suddenly rang out in the air.

Felix appeared unharmed. He smiled slightly, glanced around, dusted off his clothes, and said calmly, "My landing point shifted on the way back, so I had to—"

A figure rushed over. He was about to dodge, but hesitated for a moment after seeing who it was, and stayed where he was.

It was Hermione. She leaned on his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Next time, please take me with you next time," she said, her voice trembling.

Felix's expression froze.

Chapter 695 Another Way

Felix's vision suddenly blurred, and he whispered:

"simple?"

Hermione froze, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her. She took a step back, trying to keep her voice calm. "Professor, I am Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Your middle name isn't—

“Jane!” Hermione blurted out. She smoothed her hair, her thoughts gradually clearing. “I heard from the Ministry of Magic staff that Umbridge’s middle name was also Jane, and I really disliked her, so I changed my name.” She emphasized again, “My name is now Hermione Jane Granger.”

"Oh, uh, that's fine."

A strange feeling welled up in Felix's heart, an emptiness, as if a friend he had kept in touch with for a long time but never met had disappeared forever. He was about to speak when Sirius, Burns, Dedalow Duggard, the short Professor Flitwick, Sprout, Neville, Harry, Ron, Seamus, and others gathered around him.

Sirius Black grabbed Felix by the neck.

“You scared everyone, man! We almost thought you weren’t coming back.” He grinned and said, “Tell us what you saw on the moon. We can’t let this go to waste.”

“Yes, Professor,” a student chimed in.

Felix glanced at Hermione, who had been pushed to the back, then waved his hand in front of everyone, and Moon Soil and two containers appeared out of thin air. With another wave of his hand, a huge, freely floating, expansive blue bellflower-like flame appeared above his head, allowing everyone to see what he held in his hand.

"What is this?" Ms. Burns asked, holding her breath in disbelief.

“I brought it back from the moon,” Felix said. The crowd fell silent for a moment, as if trying to understand his meaning, then suddenly erupted in cheers and enthusiastic applause. The commotion drew students who remained in the castle, who poured into the courtyard…

Harry clapped along, he was so excited. It was true, there really were traces of wizarding activity on the moon. Neville's eyes lit up with excitement, "That's amazing! I want to go to the moon too."

He wasn't alone in thinking this way. Harry had the same thought; he even regretted failing his OWLs exam in astronomy. Those dry star charts and tongue-twisting names of celestial bodies suddenly became vivid and engaging, perched in the deep, cold starry sky, appearing so captivating.

Besides the moon, where will Professor Hepburn's next target be?

Mars?

Titan?

Ganymede?

Harry looked around for Hermione, wanting to get her opinion, but couldn't find her. He turned around and saw Luna calmly handing Hermione a light blue handkerchief. After Hermione took it, Luna patted her back haphazardly, as if caring for a sick animal. Harry suddenly understood something.

Harry turned to look at Professor Hyp, who was receiving congratulations from everyone. It was nighttime, and the blue bellflower flames illuminated the professor's face clearly and brightly. The professor's lips were slightly upturned in a gentle smile, just like when he taught his students. Harry had seen this smile countless times in Dumbledore's Pensieve.

On the contrary, the people around the professor were standing with their backs to Harry, so all that could be seen were the black backs of their heads.

"He's too dazzling, isn't he?" Luna asked dreamily.

Hermione didn't reply, but simply returned the handkerchief to her. So Luna stood quietly beside Hermione, and the two of them looked together at Felix, who was surrounded by the crowd. "He looks so calm and intelligent. The wizarding world needs someone like that right now." As she spoke, she hummed softly, as if singing, "Superior wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind."

"What do you want to say?" Hermione asked curtly.

“You look a little unhappy,” Luna said bluntly. “I think you need some comforting.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. She should have expected it; Luna's reaction was different from most people's. She sincerely hoped Luna's article wouldn't infect too many people. But her mood suddenly improved, and she asked with some curiosity, "Luna, have you never had any worries?"

“Yes, I have,” Luna said.

Hermione listened intently, but after a dozen seconds there was still no response. She blinked, realizing that Luna had already answered the question in her mind. "I mean, how do you deal with life's troubles?" Hermione asked patiently, offering her own method: "I usually look for answers in books, but I don't think that will work right now."

“Think of happy things,” Luna said, shaking her head. The little carrot earring hanging from her ear almost hit Hermione. “A person can only do one thing at a time. When your mind is occupied with other things, worries won’t bother you. I like to draw, and recently I’ve become obsessed with writing.” She nodded firmly after saying that.

“But the problem is still not solved!” Hermione exclaimed. She actually wanted to argue with Luna that her greatest hobby was being alone and lost in her own world, but she had a premonition that if she said that, the topic might immediately veer off course and veer towards some creatures that only existed in Luna’s imagination.

She didn't want to spend the rest of her time arguing about whether Bubblennose and Heliopa existed. Hermione glanced at Felix, oh, and the Moon Frog! She bet Luna would definitely ask about it sometime.

Luna's light-colored eyes stared intently at her, her large, protruding eyes revealing a calm madness. "It will all be resolved eventually, though perhaps in a way we never expect—"

“For example?” Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve been thinking about what I’ll do after graduation,” Luna said seriously. “A regular job probably isn’t a good fit for me—”

Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled. She found it hard to imagine Luna's future work. Compared to her, Fred and George were mature, steady, and predictable.

"So you've found it now?"