After years of magic, storytelling, and friendship, the site has entered its archive era.
Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped make HNZ what it was.
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Atkin was clearing the tables when a soft breeze blew in bringing a flyer. Thinking it was trash, he picked it up and trash it when he caught sight of the words professors and broomsticks. He smoothed it out and read it carefully. It was a flyer for a shop event for the school professors and...
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