"Of course. I do not expect you to absorb everything immediately. Do you have any specific questions?"
Andrew nodded. "Yes. You mentioned recent events reduced your population even further."
"Not a question, exactly, but I shall answer. Yes. You experimented with pocket dimensions during your initial research into subspace- nothing practical came of it, if I am not mistaken. But it had very grave consequences for the magical community. You see, those pocket dimensions you theorized about actually existed, and your techniques for acting upon them did indeed work. Beauxbatons was destroyed within seconds of the LQC powering up- that was a school full of children. It was not the first and it was not the last."
"Dear... we didn't know."
"Nor could you have. Some wizards wanted to start an open war. Instead, we did the opposite. We dug deeper, but it instilled a sense of fear we had not felt in centuries. The Muggles could hurt us."
"What happens to Muggleborns on other worlds?"
The wizard shrugged. "I suppose their powers are never developed, and any anomalies are explained in other ways."
"What about magical wildlife?"
"You have already dealt with much of it, without even trying, and I suspect you will have no trouble with the rest."
"Where do we go from here?"
"Wherever you wish."
"Why didn't do it yourself?" John merely shrugged.
He could tell the wizard was getting impatient. "One final question. Why are you the only one? What the rest of the wizard world doing?"
"To borrow a Muggle expression, the powers that be have their heads shove so far up their arses that they can see daylight. Most either do not know that there is a problem or do not realize its severity. Some do not care. A few realize that it exists, but think they cannot act on it. It only takes one, however, to blow the whole thing wide open."
"Glass, stop recording." Andrew said.
"Now, if that is all, I shall give you some advice," John said, leaning forward. "The greater wizarding community will try to erase the knowledge I have given you. They will find you and wipe your mind, wipe all traces of what I have done, and I do not wish that to happen, unless you take steps against it."
"What kind of step?"
"I would not recommend returning to Earth. There are very few, if any, wizards that have left the planet, and of those I would say nearly all of them could not care less about the affairs of earthbound wizardry. The further out you are, the safer you are. Some daring Ministry might try to catch you on Jump One, but they will not try to catch you on Eridanus."
"That's pretty fucking dramatic."
"If you do not wish to do so, at least make sure the data is safe. Have a contingency plan. Something a wizard would not think of, something simple like a safety deposit box or complex like a... well, I am not good with complexity. Or put the data out in such a way that the wizard community cannot hope to remove it- even planting a wave should do."
"Mister Edwards- John- this hasbeen very interesting of a story," Andrew said earnestly, standing up. "All that has been said and done, it is almost probably just that- a fiction work. You have not
"I have not," John replied, also standing. "Nor do I intend to. But I do advise you take into consideration what I have told you."
He snapped his fingers, and vanished in a sparkly puff of smoke.