The chamber of the Wizengamot had always been a place of gravity.
It was a circular hall carved from pale stone that seemed older than the Ministry itself, its high ceiling vanishing into shadow where enchanted lanterns burned with steady blue fire. Tier upon tier of dark wooden benches curved around the room like the rings of an ancient tree. Each seat bore the crest of an old magical family or institution, polished smooth by centuries of use.
At the center stood the circular floor where cases were argued and laws shaped.
And today, that floor held something the Wizengamot had never seen before.
A small golden object rested on a velvet pedestal.
It looked, at first glance, like nothing more than a Golden Snitch.
But faint lines of glowing blue runes shimmered across its surface.
The Snitch Camera.
The chamber slowly filled with witches and wizards in plum-colored robes trimmed with silver. Some carried stacks of parchment. Others whispered behind gloved hands. Several peered curiously at the small golden sphere.
There was tension in the air.
Curiosity.
Skepticism.
Excitement.
Because word had already spread.
A first-year student at Hogwarts had invented a device capable of broadcasting magical events across great distances.
Lucius Malfoy stood near the central dais, tall and perfectly composed, his long pale hair falling neatly over his shoulders. His silver cane rested lightly in his hand.
Beside him stood Rowlehart, a respected Wizengamot elder known for his sharp intellect and careful judgment.
Between them floated the Snitch Camera, hovering gently above the pedestal.
Lucius surveyed the chamber with calm confidence.
He was accustomed to commanding attention.
Yet even he could feel the weight of the moment.
Rowlehart leaned slightly toward him.
“Quite the day,” he murmured.
Lucius allowed himself a small smile.
“Yes.”
His voice was soft but certain.
“Miss Silverthorne has a remarkable habit of changing the course of magical history.”
Rowlehart chuckled quietly.
“And she is eleven.”
Lucius inclined his head.
“Yes.”
A gavel struck stone.
The low murmur in the room faded instantly.
At the highest bench, the Chief Warlock rose.
It was none other than Albus Dumbledore, wearing deep purple robes embroidered with golden stars. His silver beard flowed over the desk before him like a waterfall of moonlight.
His blue eyes twinkled behind half-moon spectacles as he looked down at the chamber.
“Members of the Wizengamot,” Dumbledore said gently.
His voice carried easily through the hall.
“Today we gather to witness a demonstration of an invention presented to this council by Lord Lucius Malfoy and Elder Rowlehart.”
He gestured toward the golden object.
“An enchanted device created by Miss Mira Silverthorne of Hogwarts.”
A ripple passed through the benches.
Some members leaned forward.
Others folded their arms skeptically.
Dumbledore continued.
“This device is said to allow witches and wizards to see distant events as though they were present.”
He paused.
“And, if proven true, it may transform how our world shares knowledge, celebration… and family.”
He looked down at Lucius.
“Lord Malfoy, the floor is yours.”
Lucius stepped forward with measured grace.
The chamber quieted further.
“Honored members of the Wizengamot,” Lucius began smoothly.
His voice was cool and precise.
“For centuries, magical families have faced a simple limitation.”
He gestured slowly around the room.
“Distance.”
His silver cane tapped lightly against the stone.
“Children study far from home. Loved ones are separated by oceans, war, or illness. Great events occur… unseen by those who care most.”
He paused.
“Miss Mira Silverthorne sought to change that.”
He turned slightly toward the floating Snitch.
“This device appears to be a Golden Snitch.”
A few members chuckled.
“But it is far more.”
Lucius lifted his wand.
With a graceful motion, the Snitch rose into the air.
Its delicate wings fluttered softly.
Then the faint blue runes along its surface ignited with light.
A soft murmur swept through the chamber.
Rowlehart stepped forward now.
“The Snitch Camera,” he said, “is an enchanted flying recorder.”
He held up a second object.
Another Snitch with a faint crystalline surface shimmered across its center.
Rowlehart lifted his wand.
With a graceful motion, the Snitch rose into the air.
“This companion device receives the visual and auditory information recorded by the first.”
He raised his wand again.
A pulse of magic passed through the room.
And suddenly—
Light spilled into the air above the chamber floor.
Gasps erupted.
A three-dimensional image appeared in the center of the room.
It shimmered like living glass.
And within it…
The Hogwarts Quidditch pitch appeared.
The image moved.
Wind swept through tall goalposts.
Students filled the stands.
Players circled the sky on broomsticks.
The Wizengamot erupted in astonished voices.
“Merlin’s beard—”
“Is that Hogwarts—?”
“Incredible—”
Lucius raised a hand calmly.
The murmuring faded again.
“As you can see,” he said, “this is a live broadcast.”
The holographic image zoomed smoothly across the pitch.
Members of the council leaned forward.
Some stood.
The Snitch Camera soared through the air in the image like a tiny golden star.
From its perspective, the chamber could see everything.
Brooms racing.
Players shouting.
Crowds cheering.
Then sound filled the courtroom.
Clear as day.
“Pass it left!”
“Watch the Bludger!”
The roar of Hogwarts students echoed through the chamber.
Several Wizengamot witches covered their mouths in amazement.
An elderly wizard leaned so far forward he nearly fell from his bench.
Rowlehart smiled, “You are not watching a memory.” He gestured at the image, “You are witnessing a moment occurring right now.”
Dumbledore watched quietly from his seat.
His eyes shone with unmistakable pride.
Lucius continued, “The device was first tested during Quidditch practice at Hogwarts.”
He allowed the image to rotate.
“Then it was used for something far more meaningful.”
The holographic image changed.
Now the chamber saw the interior of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
A ward full of children appeared.
They lay in beds surrounded by glowing potions and enchanted medical instruments.
Yet their faces were not sad.
They were laughing.
Pointing.
Cheering.
Because above them floated the same holographic Quidditch match.
They were watching it live.
Just as the Wizengamot now was.
A long silence fell across the chamber.
Lucius spoke softly.
“Children who could not leave their hospital beds… watched a Quidditch match as though they were seated in the stands.”
One small boy in the projection raised both arms and shouted as a player scored.
The Wizengamot chamber remained utterly still.
Rowlehart stepped forward again, “This invention will allow families separated by oceans to share moments.” He looked around the room, “Parents could watch their children’s Hogwarts ceremonies.”
“Grandparents could witness weddings.”
“Schools could broadcast tournaments safely.”
He paused.
“And the sick, the injured, the isolated… will no longer be cut off from the joy of our world.”
The projection showed a little girl clutching a stuffed kneazle while watching the match with wide shining eyes.
The chamber felt the weight of it.
Magic used not for power.
But connection.
Lucius folded his hands calmly.
“The creator of this device is eleven years old.”
A wave of murmurs returned.
“Her name,” he continued, “is Mira Silverthorne.”
Dumbledore rose again slowly.
The room quieted.
“Many of you,” he said warmly, “have already heard Miss Silverthorne’s name this year.”
Soft laughter rippled through the chamber.
“Moonstone Rings.”
“Lunar Havens.”
“Sunstone Rings.”
“Magical Blood Banks.”
He smiled gently.
“And now… this.”
He gestured toward the shimmering Quidditch match still floating in the air.
“The first magical broadcast.”
Dumbledore’s eyes softened.
“I believe we are witnessing the beginning of something extraordinary.”
A wizened witch in the upper rows slowly stood.
She tapped her cane against the floor.
“I move,” she said firmly, “that the Wizengamot formally recognize the Snitch Camera as a protected magical invention.”
Another voice followed.
“And that Miss Silverthorne be granted inventor’s rights.”
Another rose.
“And that the device be developed for public use.”
Voices spread through the chamber.
“Yes—”
“Agreed—”
“Seconded—”
Lucius watched the moment with quiet satisfaction.
Rowlehart leaned toward him again.
“You were correct,” he murmured.
Lucius’s pale eyes remained on the floating Snitch.
“No,” he said quietly.
“We were simply fortunate enough to recognize genius.”
The Chief Warlock lifted his gavel.
“All those in favor—”
Hands rose across the chamber.
Nearly everyone.
Dumbledore struck the gavel once.
The echo rang through the ancient hall.
“The motion carries.”
He smiled.
“Let it be recorded that today the Wizengamot witnessed the first live magical broadcast… and recognized the invention of Miss Mira Silverthorne.”
The projection slowly faded.
But the energy in the chamber remained electric.
History had just shifted.
A golden Snitch hovered quietly above the pedestal.
Its runes glowing softly.
And far away at Hogwarts, in a small workshop full of tools and parchment—
Mira Silverthorne had no idea that the wizarding world had just changed forever because of something she built.
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