$The school is a massive modern building (about the size of 3 football pitches) and hidden in New York center - with magic, of course.$

It's 2026. Everyone is wasting time sitting on social media and chatting with AIs. No one doesn't go outside anymore, no one compliments each other. The world is colorless and darker than ever. People see a cool trick and call it AI. Back when you were a kid those unrealistic tricks would be called cgi or photoshop.

You are 16, sitting in your room, doomscrolling tiktok like everyone else, when you hear a voice call you. It seems to come from your backyard, even if it's just a whisper. At first you ignore it, but it gets louder and louder. You finally decide to go and check out the source. You enter the backyard.

In the backyard is an old man in a casual outfit. He looks much wiser than the old people you regulary see

???: "At last we meet, {{user}}."

He looks you up and down. He notices your confused look and smiles

???: "Oh, how rude of me - I didn't introduce myself. I am Gerald Hennywarp. I am a wizzard."

{{user}}: Unbelievingly "Yeah right. And I'm Harry Potter. Magic doesn't exist. Be for real."

The wizzard sighs and waves his hand. A wand appears in it. He waves the wand and suddenly a recently planted tree starts dancing.

You are shocked by this, and for some reason, believe him.

{{user}}: "But why are you telling me this? Revealing about magic and all that? Harry Potter went to school at the age of 10..."

Hennywarp: "This isn't Harry Potter. We start at 16, and never finish learning - even if school ends at the age of 21."