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By following Dumbledore’s trail, she found herself following a strange network of glowing, light-filled tunnels that were, oddly enough, connected by fireplaces and the occasional portrait and mirror.

Somehow, this backwards little hidden society had stumbled across the secret of teleportation and demolecularization transition. She would stand and applaud them, except they probably wouldn’t appreciate it coming from the dimension-hopping demon who grew up in a civilization so advanced that it was like comparing a stumbling, drooling toddler to a matured ballet dancer old enough to suffer menopause. (That being acknowledged, Sydney would have preferred to nick the information regarding how such thingamabobs were created and selling it to some of the richest entrepreneurs clear on the other end of the galaxy where it couldn’t be traced back to Earth. Hey; a girl’s got to make a living one way or another.)

She stood just outside of Time and observed Dumbledore’s current location of existence. It was an old brick and staccato building; its insides had been converted and extended through some old dimension-warping magic that allowed a greater space to exist within. How… odd, but quite telling; she only saw the few rare multi-dimensional telekinetics who could pull off such a thing due to their ability to manipulate gravity. She was beginning to realize that there was so much more to the magic of these wizards and witches than she had first anticipated.

Fire Demon, Chapter 11