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He navigated the menu with great interest. Tapping on the [Pokédex] option, he looked at the handful of common magical creatures currently unlocked, letting out soft murmurs of "Oh~" and "Aha~".
"A brilliant design, Viktor!" Dumbledore looked up, his eyes gleaming with insight and appreciation.
"This is more than just an educational tool. It is a bridge—one that connects knowledge with emotion, linking the children within this castle to the life inside your marvelous pocket dimension. I can feel the sheer goodwill and foresight embedded in it."
Seizing the opportunity, Viktor made his request.
He formally asked Professor McGonagall to schedule a school-wide public lecture for all Hogwarts students.
During this lecture, he planned to distribute a "Pokédex" to every single young wizard free of charge and give a live demonstration on how to use it.
At the same time, he finally confessed his long-term ambition to the two headmasters.
He hoped to gradually "anchor" his expanded suitcase dimension onto the stable, ancient, and massive magical network of Hogwarts Castle.
He explained the immense benefits this would bring: it would provide his suitcase with a near-infinite, stable supply of ambient magic, drastically reinforcing its structural integrity.
In the future, this could even allow for permanent physical entryways to be established within the castle. The pocket dimension could evolve into an "affiliated secret realm" or a "specialized teaching zone" for Hogwarts, ultimately forming a perfectly symbiotic relationship.
And the Pokédex initiative was the crucial first step in turning that vision into reality.
By allowing the young wizards to forge deep emotional links with the dimension, the space itself would become inextricably woven into their growth. Through this, he hoped to earn the acknowledgment and acceptance of the castle's ancient will.
Professor McGonagall listened with absolute focus.
She always held the utmost enthusiasm for any proposal that genuinely helped students learn and advanced the magical education at Hogwarts.
"A public lecture? Of course!" She hardly hesitated, immediately pulling out the master scheduling parchment from her desk drawer.
"How about Saturday morning? The Great Hall is entirely free, and it can easily accommodate the entire student body. I will notify the Heads of House and the students. As for your spatial anchoring plan..."
She looked up at Viktor. Her gaze carried the strict scrutiny of a professor reviewing an outstanding lesson plan, but beneath that, there was overwhelming support.
"It is a bold and highly constructive concept, Viktor. If you can truly pull it off, it would undoubtedly add invaluable resources and depth to Hogwarts."
"In principle, I fully support it. However, the actual execution must guarantee absolute safety. We cannot expose the castle's existing magical systems, or the safety of the students and staff, to any potential risks. You will need to draft an incredibly detailed, rigorously tested proposal."
"Of course, Minerva. Safety is always the absolute priority," Viktor promised solemnly.
"Right now, it is merely a long-term goal. The Pokédex initiative is the first and most critical step. I will proceed with the utmost caution."
Dumbledore had been listening quietly the entire time, his finger gently tapping the Pokédex screen as the pixelated Niffler made funny faces at him.
Only now did he speak, his voice calm yet carrying profound weight.
"The greatness of a castle does not lie solely in its ancient stones and magic, but in the growing, intertwining lives and stories within it. Viktor, your ideas remind me of the very founding of Hogwarts."
"When the four Founders brought their unique magic and philosophies together here, it was not to build a stagnant, isolated fortress. It was to create a cradle of growth, brimming with endless possibilities."
His bright blue eyes peered deeply into Viktor's through his spectacles.
"Your suitcase dimension, your stories with these creatures, the bridge you are attempting to build now—they are all new possibilities. I am more than happy to see such an endeavor."
"Hogwarts will always welcome souls who come with good intentions, eager to grow alongside her. Go forth and do it, Viktor. If you ever require assistance, Minerva, myself, and the castle itself will stand firmly behind you."
Having secured the explicit support and profound understanding of the two headmasters—especially Dumbledore—Viktor felt a massive weight lift from his shoulders.
That evening, during dinner. Just as the faculty and students had mostly finished eating and the Great Hall was filled with the clatter of plates and lively chatter, Professor McGonagall stood up and gently tapped her goblet with a fork.
The crisp, ringing sound instantly quieted the Great Hall.
"Your attention, please," Professor McGonagall's clear voice carried across the massive room.
"Saturday morning—meaning tomorrow—immediately following breakfast, all students are to remain in the Great Hall. Do not leave. We will be holding a special, school-wide public lecture for Care of Magical Creatures, hosted by Professor Scamander."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the countless curious eyes that had instantly lit up across the four long tables.
"During this time, Professor Scamander will be introducing and distributing a brand-new magical learning device to everyone. Please note: this public lecture is incredibly important, and attendance is strictly mandatory for all students."
The moment her words faded, the Great Hall absolutely exploded!
A school-wide lecture! A new magical learning device! Distributed for free!
The younger students whispered to each other in feverish excitement, while the older students furiously debated what the device could possibly be.
Over at the Ravenclaw table, a few sharp students connected the recent "disappearance" of the Weasley twins and Tom with the magical space inside Professor Scamander's suitcase, making their discussions all the more heated.
At the Gryffindor table, Percy Weasley tried his hardest to maintain his dignified prefect aura, but he couldn't stop the proud smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He vaguely knew what his younger brothers had been helping Professor Scamander with, and he felt a shared sense of glory.
As for Fred and George, despite the lingering dark circles under their eyes, they were sitting bolt upright. Unable to suppress their smug, triumphant grins, they soaked in the curious and envious stares from their housemates.
Ron leaned in and whispered, "Hey, what exactly is happening tomorrow? You two have been running to Professor Scamander's office every single day lately. You definitely know, don't you?"
The twins tilted their chins up in perfect synchronization, wearing identical, mysterious expressions.
"Just wait and see, little Ronnie. Tomorrow is absolutely going to blow your mind!"
Harry and Hermione were also looking at them with burning curiosity. Hermione had already whipped out her planner and heavily highlighted Saturday morning.
Amidst a wave of excited speculation and hype, the hours quietly slipped away.
Saturday morning brought a rare break in the weather.
Crisp, brilliant sunlight streamed through the high stained-glass windows, casting vibrant pools of color across the stone floors of the Great Hall.
Breakfast concluded earlier than usual, the house-elves clearing away the plates and goblets with staggering efficiency.
The four House tables were packed tight with every single student from first year to seventh year, sitting in orderly rows. A constant, buzzing chatter filled the vast hall.
Up at the High Table, every single professor was present, with Viktor standing at the front.
Dumbledore sat right in the center, wearing deep purple robes embroidered with shimmering stars, chuckling merrily as he took in the vibrant scene below.
Professor McGonagall sat perfectly straight, her usual stern expression carrying a distinct hint of anticipation.
Professor Snape wore his usual gloomy, sallow scowl, though his dark eyes occasionally darted toward the seemingly ordinary suitcase sitting on the table in front of Viktor.
Professor Flitwick was vibrating with so much excitement he was literally rocking on his stack of cushions.
Professor Sprout wore a warm, gentle smile, and even the normally aloof Professor Sinistra looked genuinely intrigued.
Viktor stood before the faculty seating. Resting on the long table in front of him was his battered brown suitcase, along with several large, open crates packed to the brim with red-and-white Pokédexes.
He was dressed in a well-tailored set of dark traveling robes. Sitting perfectly upright on his shoulder was Tom, wearing his miniature formal suit and pulling off the "distinguished teaching assistant" look flawlessly.
Tom seemed exceptionally energized today. His silver-grey fur gleamed, the tip of his tail swished lazily, and his emerald-green cat eyes swept imperiously over the massive sea of students below.