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Happy Christmas.

The Treasure Hunter.

Sitting in the really cramped passenger seat - honestly, why the hell muggles just could not design a more comfortable form of travel which didn't cram in every single passenger into the metal tubes with wings that were aeroplanes was beyond his imagination - on the way to Japan with plans to find out more about the sunken city from the university sponsoring the dig, Harry went through every single newspaper and magazine article about the sunken city which had been newly discovered in the Pacific ocean. More information was being discovered every single day, and it was making the headlines in every reputable newspaper that Harry could find.

The city was not fixed to the sea bed; instead, it seemed to be like a strange collection of concrete rafts with buildings on them. The archaeologists studying the sunken city had already been bringing in architects and builders who were experts in their own respective fields, but because of it being early days there were no new reports. There likely wouldn't be for a while, but the fact they had done that and sent out some pictures was in itself a good thing.

The pictures were high quality, depicting the sunken city for everyone around the world to see. But as he studied the pictures, Harry was fascinated by the design of the pictures. There weren't many of them, but there was enough for Harry to see this city was unique. Thanks to his treasure hunting occupation, Harry had visited the Aztec pyramids, the remains of Pompeii, the coliseum in Rome so he was familiar with Ancient Roman architecture, but looking at the buildings here, they looked simple and function, almost modern although they were a long way off the modern equivalents seen around the planet, and some of them were smaller and more compact in appearance. One or two of the buildings resembled conventional city blocks but what they had been before the city had sunk, Harry didn't know.

Looking at his notebook, Harry scrawled inside some notes.

Buildings resembling modern architecture; architects and builders have been called in to help provide advice.

Some of the pictures show them looking like they'd been made out of concrete rather than actual stone; the archaeologists had noted that, too.

The city was found in the South Pacific ocean.

Harry continued to check through the articles, but one thing jumped out at him. The city hadn't been fixed to an island, and that island hadn't sank beneath the waves. It had been a floating city. The buildings had been constructed on some kind of floating raft, almost like a collection of lily pads. Now, Harry knew about the Uru people from Lake Titicaca after he'd visited South America and how they had made a living by occupying floating islands made from reeds because, according to legend they hadn't been able to secure any land of their own, so they'd decided to live on water on floating islands, so it wasn't an impossible belief. But the idea of something really old like this city being built thousands of years ago?

It was hard to believe but Harry had long since learnt the word impossible was actually easier to refute than anything else. Harry put everything away and he just sat back and he tried to relax in his seat, and he waited for the plane to arrive in Japan. He already had the details of the university and several of the professors, and now he was making plans to learn more.

When the plane landed, Harry was overjoyed to be off - the obnoxious American had been quite loud and Harry had studiously ignored him even when the air stewardesses came to politely ask him to shut up, but it wasn't until Harry had put a sleeping spell on the man thanks to the rune cluster he carried which the treasure hunting thief used to go to sleep for a few hours.

With the American sleeping soundly, snoring loud enough to wake the dead up Harry used his occlumency to close down parts of his mind so he wasn't driven out of his mind, and he prepared himself for some sleep. Harry didn't know when the plane would land, but he wanted and needed to be rested.

X

Ever since he had gotten out of Britain a few years ago before his Fourth Year at Hogwarts, Harry had truly discovered a love of travel but because of his chosen career, Harry had started using muggle transport to get from place to place rather than use anything magical which could be tracked. Harry had been worried about that happening shortly after he'd graduated from Hogwarts and he had left the school early, and he had seen members of the Order of the Phoenix in several countries trying to track him down, but their inability to exist in the muggle world had made them stand out like a sore thumb.

But since Dumbledore had died last year despite being determined to find him and expending all of his remaining influence which had been waning more and more as people began to think to themselves the elderly wizard was way too old to remain, Headmaster, Harry didn't really need to take such precautions since the Order had gradually begun to realise that with Dumbledore dead they no longer needed to expend so much effort.

When he had first heard the news of Dumbledores' death, Harry had wondered if the Order would continue looking for him; it was their beloved lord and master's last desire, after all. But he had doubted they'd go that far for long, and since he had continued his travels despite one or two near misses although they hadn't seen through his disguises, the encounters became few and far between after about a year.

The Order of the Phoenix was incapable of doing anything without Dumbledore's input. They had continued following him, but without Dumbledore's charisma, the Order members began questioning the last commands, so they stopped when they realised that finding Harry Potter in the muggle world was not easy.

Then again the old wizard had never really told them why he was so desperate to control a boy who was attaining more masteries in fields of magic outside of Britain and indeed in Europe, so they hadn't seen the point.

Harry got out of the airport - he might like muggle travel because it helped him avoid the worst of the magical world's knowledge of his comings and goings, but he truly hated the tedious checking out and checking in processes, and he grabbed the car he'd hired when he had booked his trip, he wouldn't need it long, just long enough to get from a to b, and he had a good map of Tokyo to get him around.

He checked into his hotel, and once he was inside his room and he'd run the preliminary checks to make sure there were no bugs or anything there that he sometimes found in muggle hotels; the muggles had good technology, but it wasn't a match for magic. As he unpacked, Harry mentally sorted through the tasks he had in his mind. Tomorrow after he had breakfast, he would head for the university and he would find the muggle professors in charge of the archaeological expedition.