The world folded.
Rowena Ravenclaw felt space turn inside-out—not violently, but smoothly, like silk being drawn through a ring. When her vision cleared, she froze.
Sky without sun.
Land without horizon.
Forests of shimmering herbs layered in terraces, rivers glowing faintly with mana, and in the distance—mountains that breathed.
"…A pocket world," she whispered.
Keith smiled lightly.
"My portable dimension."
Rowena turned to him, eyes bright.
"You could grow herbs here for centuries… live… peacefully."
"That's the plan," Keith nodded.
"And you can stay here too. Build. Teach. Live properly—not as a fading soul."
Rowena placed a hand over her chest and bowed her head slightly.
"…Thank you, Keith."
When Legends Walk In
Keith raised two fingers to his lips and whistled.
The air trembled.
Fire spiraled downward—Ho-Oh, radiant wings blazing.
Frost rippled—Alolan Ninetales, tails flowing like moonlight.
Darkness condensed—Darkrai, silent and vast.
Steel and flame crossed—Ceruledge and Armarouge.
A red comet descended—Latias, draconic grace incarnate.
Earth and order rose—Zygarde (50%), massive and resolute.
Reality bent—Giratina, shadowed divinity.
Psychic pressure rolled—Mewtwo, eyes sharp and calculating.
Rowena… stopped breathing.
"…These," she said slowly, "are not beasts."
She turned toward Giratina, instinctively recognizing it.
"That one," she swallowed,
"is a god."
Giratina inclined its head slightly toward her—acknowledgement.
Keith scratched his cheek.
"Ah… yeah."
Rowena laughed once, disbelieving.
"…Merlin help me, what kind of descendant did Hogwarts allow?"
Blood, Necklace, Awakening
Keith took out the ancient necklace—the one Temar had spoken of.
"This is it," he murmured.
He pricked his finger.
One drop of blood—gold-flecked, heavy with draconic authority—fell onto the gem.
The necklace ignited.
The air screamed.
Mana surged outward like a tide.
Rowena stepped back, robes fluttering violently.
"Keith—!"
A crack echoed.
The necklace split.
From within emerged a dragon egg, already fracturing under the pressure of awakened bloodline resonance.
Keith felt it immediately.
"…Demigod-peak," he muttered.
The shell shattered.
Light exploded.
The One Who Emerged
Where the egg had been—
stood a woman.
Crimson hair cascading like molten flame.
Golden eyes sharp and regal.
White and red draconic markings along her arms and collarbone.
A presence that commanded heat and authority.
Her appearance was unmistakable.
"…Velgrynd-type," Keith muttered instinctively, shaking his head.
The woman inhaled.
Then opened her eyes.
She saw dragons. Gods. A ghostly Founder.
And finally—
Keith.
Her brow furrowed.
"Who," she demanded, voice carrying draconic wrath,
"are you?"
Keith met her gaze calmly.
"Keith Argus Runcandel."
The instant the name left his mouth—
Her expression snapped.
Rage detonated.
She lunged.
Her fist, wrapped in burning draconic mana, tore through space—
—and stopped.
Barely a breath from Keith's face.
Giratina's claw held her wrist effortlessly.
Reality screamed in protest.
The woman froze, eyes widening.
"…A god stopped me?"
Giratina's voice echoed, cold and absolute.
"You will not harm the Master."
The woman turned her gaze back to Keith, fury blazing.
"…Runcandel," she hissed.
"Did someone from your bloodline harm me?"
Keith didn't flinch.
Instead, he asked calmly—
"Did someone from House Runcandel do anything to you?"
Silence fell.
Rowena watched closely.
The woman searched Keith's eyes.
Not fear.
Not arrogance.
Only confusion—and honesty.
Her rage… cracked.
"…No," she admitted slowly.
"But your ancestor sealed me. Bound my heart. Left me sleeping."
Keith exhaled.
"…Then I think," he said quietly,
"that's why Temar told me to say he was sorry."
The woman stiffened.
"…Temar Runcandel?"
Rowena stepped forward, voice gentle.
"He acknowledged Keith yesterday. You were sealed… to protect something, weren't you?"
The woman closed her eyes.
"…Yes."
She looked back at Keith—properly this time.
"…Then I struck the wrong Runcandel."
Giratina released her wrist.
Keith rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well… welcome back to the world," he said awkwardly.
"I think we have a lot to talk about."
For the first time—
The dragon woman smiled faintly.
"…It seems I woke up in the strangest era."