Three days later.
Under Lin Sen's directive, the newly appointed Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, together with the "New Nobility Council," jointly issued the first—and most groundbreaking—reform bill of the new era:
—The Wizarding Equality Act!
The core provisions of the act were simple and direct:
Effective immediately, all discriminatory clauses in the law based on blood status—such as "pure-blood," "half-blood," and "Muggle-born"—are to be completely abolished.All wizards, regardless of origin, are equal in legal status, access to education, and employment rights.Any public promotion of "pure-blood supremacy," or any act of discrimination or aggression stemming from such ideology, will be treated as the crime of "inciting hatred" and severely punished.
This act detonated across the British wizarding world like a magical nuclear blast.
Countless Muggle-born and half-blood wizards were moved to tears the moment they read its contents. They spread the news far and wide, celebrating the arrival of a truly equal new era.
However, just as Kingsley had anticipated—
This reform deeply wounded those conservative old pure-blood families who still clung to the glory of the past.
"Absurd! This is utterly absurd!"
Inside an ancient manor, families such as the Flints and the Selwyns—who had remained "neutral" during the war, neither submitting to Lin Sen nor joining Voldemort—gathered together, roaring in anger.
"To let those Mudbloods stand on equal footing with us? This is the ultimate insult to our noble bloodlines!"
"We must protest! We must unite and pressure the Ministry! Let them know who truly rules this world!"
"That's right! The Greengrass family are traitors to their blood! They must pay the price!"
Filled with righteous indignation, they attempted to rally more old aristocratic families whose interests had been threatened, hoping to form a political force strong enough to challenge the Ministry.
But they had vastly overestimated their own influence—
—and gravely underestimated the resolve and methods of the new era's representatives.
Before their so-called "protest alliance" could even take shape—
On the very next day.
A series of decrees from the "New Nobility Council" descended like icy blades, striking with precision at the loudest dissenters.
—Against the Flint family:
"All businesses under the Flint family are to be immediately suspended pending comprehensive investigations into taxation and sources of goods."
—Against the Selwyn family:
"The Selwyn family's seats in the Wizengamot are temporarily revoked. A full তদন্ত into their wartime financial activities will be conducted."
Economically—cut off at the root.
Politically—stripped to nothing.
Every move was swift, precise, and ruthless.
This was Daphne Greengrass's thunderous method.
She did not bother debating those stubborn relics of the past.
Instead, she used the coldest and most direct means to deliver a single, unmistakable message to the entire wizarding world:
The era has changed.
Submit—or be destroyed.
There is no third option.
Within a single day, the so-called "protest alliance" collapsed completely.
All those who had shouted about preserving bloodline glory fell silent under the overwhelming force of the new order's dimensional suppression.
The first iron law of the new era, after sweeping away its final trivial obstacles, was firmly nailed into the foundation of history.
Daphne Greengrass's decisive and overwhelming methods were like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of the old aristocracy, waking them from their delusions.
They finally understood one undeniable truth—
So-called "strength in numbers," so-called "collective pressure," meant nothing before the god named Lin Sen and the "New Nobility Council" he supported, which held absolute economic and political power.
Their resistance was extinguished the moment it ignited.
In its place came a deeper, more fervent submission.
As the most resolute executor of Lin Sen's will—and the first blade drawn in the new order—the Greengrass family's prestige soared to unprecedented heights after this swift and efficient "purge."
With Lin Sen's quiet backing, the "New Nobility Council" rapidly absorbed and integrated the remnants of the old order.
The vast industries confiscated from the Malfoy family were entrusted entirely to Greengrass management.
Other old noble families, once wavering, now hurried to pledge loyalty to this newly risen "queen," hoping to secure their place in the tides of the new era.
Within just a few weeks, a colossal power structure centered around the Greengrass family—controlling over eighty percent of Britain's pure-blood resources—had quietly taken shape.
They replaced the Malfoys, the Blacks, and other old houses as the undisputed first family of the new wizarding world.
And their sole creed was simple:
To carry out every one of Lord Lin Sen's commands without question.
With the foundations of the new order firmly established, another, deeper reform—one that touched the very soul—was placed on the agenda.
Inside the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.
Hermione Granger, the brilliant "know-it-all" who had already been earmarked as a future core member of the Ministry thanks to her intelligence and capability, stood before Lin Sen, visibly nervous yet filled with anticipation.
Clutched tightly in her hands was a thick roll of parchment, densely covered with years of research and ideas devoted to a single ideal.
"Lin Sen."
Taking a deep breath, she summoned all her courage and handed over the parchment.
"This… is my lifelong goal. I hope… I hope that in this new era, we can… secure the rights that house-elves deserve."
Her bright eyes shone with unwavering idealism.
"I know it's difficult. The master-servant contracts between house-elves and wizarding families are one of the oldest magics, etched into their blood and souls. In the old era, changing it was nearly impossible."
"But now it's different!" Her voice grew firm. "I believe that in the new era you've created, nothing is impossible! I want every life to receive the respect it deserves!"
Lin Sen accepted the parchment.
He didn't read the details. Instead, he simply looked at Hermione—at the pure, determined kindness in her eyes.
He smiled faintly and nodded.
"Your ideal is a good one."
"And it's not difficult to achieve."
As Hermione's eyes lit up with sudden excitement—
Lin Sen raised his hand once more, displaying the unreasonable power of a rule-maker.
Heaven-defying comprehension—activated!
Project: Create a magical scroll with supreme law-level authority capable of forcibly and irreversibly modifying all existing unequal soul-binding master-servant contracts.
Analysis: Traditional servitude contracts are rooted in "soul subjugation." To change them, ordinary legal measures are insufficient. A higher-level "law" must overwrite and rewrite the contract at the soul level.
Optimal Solution: Using "Equality" and "Freedom" as core principles, construct a "Fate-tier" magical scroll. Upon activation, its power will automatically scan the entire British wizarding world, overwrite all house-elf servitude contracts, and forcibly replace clauses such as "absolute obedience" and "self-punishment" with terms based on "mutual respect" and "free choice."
Construction complete. Name: —The Scroll of Equal Soul Contracts!
A scroll shimmering with intertwined gold and silver light, ancient yet sacred, materialized in Lin Sen's hand.
Symbols representing the supreme laws of freedom and equality flowed across its surface.
He handed this "divine decree"—capable of overturning thousands of years of fate—to Hermione.
"Take it."
His voice was calm, yet carried undeniable authority.
"From today onward, all unequal servitude contracts between wizarding families and house-elves in Britain will be transformed by this scroll into…"
"Equal, free, and legally protected… employment contracts."
Hermione stood frozen, holding the heavy scroll.
Feeling the vast, warm, unquestionable power within it, she realized—
Her dream, once mocked as naïve and unrealistic—
Had, in this moment, been fulfilled in the simplest and most sacred way imaginable.
Her eyes reddened.
A single tear of joy fell onto the scroll.
That was the sound of a dream coming true.
And the sound of a new era truly beginning.
When Hermione Granger, holding the Scroll of Equal Soul Contracts, stood beside Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt and formally announced the House-Elf Rights Equality Act to the entire wizarding world—
At first, it caused little reaction.
Many wizards, especially pure-blood aristocrats accustomed to house-elf service, scoffed.
"Free house-elves? Don't be ridiculous!"
"They're born to serve! Give them freedom and they won't know what to do!"
"A law can't possibly change a soul-bound contract!"
But they were soon forced to pay for their ignorance.
The moment the law came into effect—
The scroll enshrined in the Minister's office erupted with radiant, gentle law-light!
That light transcended space, sweeping across every corner of Britain like the gaze of a benevolent god.
From the bustling kitchens of Hogwarts to the shadowed cellars of Malfoy Manor… from Number 12 Grimmauld Place to every hidden household—
Every house-elf, whether working or punishing themselves, froze simultaneously.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
Because they could feel it—
The shackles etched into their souls for thousands of years—
were gone.
Rewritten. Erased. Transformed.
"Nos… no… Kreacher… Kreacher does not deserve freedom…"
At Grimmauld Place, the aged Kreacher collapsed, trying to punish himself as always—
But his body refused.
The magic of compelling self-punishment… was gone.
In its place was something utterly foreign—
Autonomy.
Across Britain, the same scene unfolded.
In Hogwarts' kitchens, hundreds of house-elves dropped their utensils, staring at one another as tears filled their eyes.
They were free.
For the first time, they could choose.
For the first time, mistakes did not bring unbearable pain.
And when that realization finally broke through centuries of darkness—
The kitchens erupted.
Not in rebellion—
But in pure, overwhelming, unrestrained joy.
Standing at the doorway, Hermione watched them—watched Dobby wiping tears with his long ears—
And she could no longer hold back her own.
Her dream had become reality.
She turned and ran.
All the way to the Headmaster's office.
"Lin Sen!"
With tears in her voice, she rushed forward and threw her arms around him in a tight embrace filled with gratitude and admiration.
Following the House-Elf Rights Equality Act—
The second blade of the new order fell upon another deep-rooted injustice.
—The Magical Creatures Rights Protection Act!
This law abolished all discriminatory policies against intelligent magical beings such as werewolves, Veela descendants, and centaurs.
It declared:
Any sentient magical being equal in intelligence to humans would enjoy full legal equality with wizards.
They had the right to education.
The right to employment.
The right to live with dignity.
When the law was announced—
Remus Lupin was grading papers in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.
When Professor McGonagall told him—
He froze.
On his prematurely aged face, worn down by years of suffering—
Appeared, for the first time—
A childlike, disbelieving expression.
He… a werewolf…
A creature feared, rejected, despised…
From now on—
Could live…
Like a normal wizard… under the sun?
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