Europe is celebrating like Orbán’s Hungary just got exorcised. But take a breath.

Péter Magyar wasn’t some dissident writing samizdat in a basement. He was inside the tent—deep inside. Married to a cabinet minister. A true believer who became, very dramatically and very publicly, a convert. And converts make the most convincing revolutionaries precisely because they know the liturgy.

Magyar means Hungarian. Not metaphorically—literally, that’s the word. The man who just swept away the Orbán era is named after the thing Orbán spent 16 years claiming to exclusively represent. That’s either a beautiful accident or a very tidy piece of political theater.

The Soros-money crowd will say Western intelligence bought this election. That’s the lazy version. The more interesting read is that this wasn’t a foreign intervention—it was a succession. A baton pass. Orbán exits with 2.5 million loyal votes still banked, Fidesz survives as opposition, and the guy taking the keys already knows where every body is buried because he helped dig some of the holes.

Revolutions that produce 138 parliamentary seats on the first try, with a 79.5% turnout, with the outgoing strongman calling to concede before 30% of votes are counted—those aren’t usually revolutions. They’re handoffs.

Magyar has promised to break from Russia, cozy up to the EU, unlock frozen billions from Brussels, restore judicial independence. All the right words in the right order. But so did a lot of people before him, in a lot of countries, who then found governing considerably more complicated than campaigning.

The hope in Budapest last night was real. The crowds were real. The exhaustion with Orbán was absolutely real. None of that means Magyar is the antidote rather than the next chapter of the same book, written by many of the same hands.

Wait for the first budget. Watch who gets the ministerial appointments. See whether NER gets dismantled or just redecorated. That’s when you’ll know whether this was a revolution or a very well-executed pivot.