Hogwarts' White Lord

The girl was surprised to see Ivan just standing there.

She wasn't as cautious as Ivan, but moved closer, seemingly drawn by something about the boy in front of her.

"Hello, I'm Luna."

Luna's eyes were not as described in the original book but instead were crystal clear and watery—very beautiful.

"Ivan," he replied. "Your name is Luna, from the Lovegood family?"

"Ah! Do you know me?" Luna seemed surprised to have such a dream today—a strange boy who knew her.

"I don't know you personally, but I know who you are."

Ivan told her his identity honestly. "I'm a first-year at Hogwarts—Ivan Ambrosius."

"That's wonderful!"

Luna replied with a smile. "I'll be going to Hogwarts next year. My mother said it's the best magic school in the world."

"She's damn right."

It's the duty of every Hogwarts student to uphold the reputation of their school, and Ivan was no exception.

Their conversation was simple, but Luna seemed delighted.

The little girl lived alone on a remote and barren hillside, with only her father and an owl that was almost too old to fly at home.

The death of her mother had been a great blow to Luna.

Fortunately, she knew how to find comfort within herself.

"It would be wonderful if you were real," Luna suddenly said. "But I know that when I wake up, you'll disappear."

"Hmm…" Ivan understood that the little girl truly believed this was just a dream.

"No," he said with a smile, gently patting Luna's head. "As long as you want, you can come here to find me every night."

"Really?"

Luna, who had few friends, cared deeply about those she held close.

In the original story, Luna, even in her fourth year, was willing to risk sneaking into the Ministry of Magic and fighting Death Eaters for Harry and the others.

The pure-hearted, ethereal Luna also had things she deeply desired.

"Of course!"

"Thank you."

Luna beamed, then took Ivan's hand. "Come with me."

Having made a new friend, Luna couldn't help but want to share with him the beautiful scenery she'd discovered.

"Where is this?"

"A garden!" Luna tilted her head with a smile, her tone filled with the joy of sharing. "There are so many interesting things here."

"Interesting things?"

Ivan looked around and noticed that the surroundings were becoming brighter, as if the sun were rising and dissolving the fog.

It was then that Ivan saw the world around him clearly.

Gorgeous colors filled every inch of space, and everything seemed to glow as if bathed in light, like splashes of paint across a canvas, vibrant and dazzling.

"Ivan, look."

Luna crouched down and picked up a small, fluffy creature from somewhere nearby.

The strange little creature was no larger than a ping-pong ball, with a grayish-white face that made it look like a little dandelion brought to life.

The tiny furball gazed at Ivan with its bright little eyes, clearly intrigued by the newcomer.

"What is this?"

Ivan thought the little creature looked a bit like a puffskein, but he knew it wasn't.

"Bub."

"What?"

Ivan was a bit confused.

Luna had used an English-sounding name, but "Bub" was not a creature he'd heard before.

"I've always called them that, and they seem to like the name," Luna explained.

It turned out that, as Ivan guessed, this was one of Luna's own invented names.

"Bub~~"

The sun streamed down, and the little creature let out a contented sound, almost as if basking in the warmth. Clearly, this was Luna's reason for naming it so—it was fitting to call it by the sound it made.

"Muru~"

"La!"

"Aku Aku!"

Soon, all sorts of tiny creatures emerged from the grass and flowers around them. Each was as small as a sprout, a mixture of plant and animal-like forms, each emitting a faint magical aura.

These creatures were fragile, the kind that could be easily harmed if not handled with care.

They reminded Ivan of the tiniest insects in his world, existing as part of the lowest level of the ecosystem, delicate but vital.

"Hmm?"

As Ivan watched Luna playing happily with the tiny creatures, he suddenly noticed something unusual.

He looked up and saw an enormous figure, illuminated by the sunlight, floating slowly across the sky filled with rainbow-colored light.

"What is that?"

Focusing, Ivan saw that it was a massive, light-brown creature.

It had a segmented body with four pairs of legs, each ending in claws, suckers, or toes, giving it a strange yet graceful appearance.

The creature looked like some blend between an insect and an animal, using its eight legs to glide slowly through the sky. "Is that a Tardigrade?"

Ivan recognized it as similar to a tardigrade—a virtually indestructible microorganism known for its incredible resilience.

"Ah, that's the water bear."

Following his gaze, Luna seemed unfazed. "Don't worry; even though they're big, they're very gentle and won't hurt us."

Seeing the massive tardigrade—what Luna called the "water bear"—made Ivan realize where he might be.

He had somehow entered a microscopic world similar to the one he had glimpsed with his magical vision before—a unique dimension, distinct from reality but still part of the material world.

However, Ivan sensed that he hadn't physically shrunk to reach this place. Instead, he seemed to have crossed some barrier, arriving here in spirit through the strength of his consciousness.

Maybe Luna is right—this place could actually be a dream?

Just as he thought this, Ivan felt a shift in the magic surrounding him again.

It was just as he thought.

This world, for both Ivan and Luna, existed somewhere between illusion and reality.

To describe it in a word, it felt like a dream.

Moreover, in this dream-like world, any harm or danger they encountered would ultimately fade away when they returned to reality.

It was as if it wasn't their entire human souls that had entered, but rather a small part of their spirit.

Ivan couldn't fully describe the connection between himself and this place; he only knew that he could leave at any time and return to the real world.

"Ivan, don't you like it here?"

"What?" Ivan snapped out of his thoughts, noticing Luna looking at him with curious eyes. "No, I think it's beautiful here."

"Really?"

Luna blinked thoughtfully. "But... it's strange."

"Huh?"

"There are no Wrackspurts around you, yet you seem worried," Luna observed gently, her words carrying a sincere curiosity. "It seems that Wrackspurts aren't the source of all troubles."

Are you saying my mind is too complicated? Ivan understood what Luna was trying to express. She was different from him in many ways.

He had come here, connected to his soul through spiritual energy, allowing his consciousness to truly descend into this microscopic world.

As for Luna…

The little girl might genuinely believe she was dreaming.

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