Amidst the rugged peaks of the Romanian mountains, hidden within the vast expanse of the most famous Dragon Sanctuary, a solitary figure could be seen. A weathered tent stood amidst the untamed wilderness, its fabric fluttering in the cool breeze that swept through the valley. It was here, in this remote and enigmatic place, that Zephyr had sought refuge, away from the bustling world.

  As twilight cast its golden glow upon the horizon, a hush fell over the sanctuary. The air crackled with an underlying sense of anticipation, as if the very mountains themselves held their breath. It was then that a familiar creature emerged from the darkness, its wings cutting through the stillness of the night.

  An owl, its black feathers glistening in the fading light, soared gracefully towards the tent. With a swift descent, it landed softly on the outstretched arm of Zephyr. The owl's piercing gaze met his own, as if conveying a message of utmost importance.

  Intrigued, Zephyr carefully untied the letter that was securely fastened to the owl's leg. The parchment felt crisp beneath his fingers, bearing the unmistakable seal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was a reply to his application, a response that would set in motion the next chapter of his journey.

  As he read the words penned by Professor Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy-Headmistress of Hogwarts, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursed through his veins. His application for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had been accepted, and an invitation for an interview awaited him in one week's time.

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  Unbeknownst to the wizarding world, a man of mystery and knowledge had been summoned back to the very place that had shaped him. The dragon sanctuary echoed with the weight of this revelation, as if the powerful creatures dwelling within sensed the imminent change that would unfold.

  With the letter held firmly in his hand, Zephyr gazed into the distance, his eyes ablaze with determination. The path he had chosen was filled with uncertainty, but he knew that it was here, in the halls of Hogwarts, that his true purpose awaited him. He had waited for nearly thirty years. And finally, now, he would take the next step in his adventure. The time had come for him to actually make changes to the plot line and achieve his own ambitions.

  And so, under the watchful eyes of the dragons and the silent embrace of the mountains, Zephyr made a silent vow. He would uncover the deepest secrets that lay dormant within the castle of Hogwarts. He was going to reach the heights of magic that were previously only seen by the founders. His journey would now intertwine with the fates of those who would come to call him professor, and together, they would navigate the shadows that threatened to engulf their world.

  The owl, having delivered its message, took flight once more, disappearing into the star-studded sky. As the night deepened, with distanced roars of mighty dragons echoing, Zephyr stood there, the letter clutched tightly in his hand, ready to embark on a new quest of his life—an experience that was going to bring him face-to-face with the mysteries, challenges, and triumphs that awaited him within the ancient walls of Hogwarts.

  End of Prologue.