"You seem like you've seen a new Goblin, my king," Hermione replied.

'What? Why should I be terrified of Goblins?Surely They are just hideous creatures. Maybe Goblins are powerful orcs here,'Harry mused to himself.

"Kill that Miner. Don't let him destroy the cannon," Hermione ordered the nearby towers. "No, not that one you fools. The one behind your tower," Harry tried to see who the Minor was. He looked like Peter Pettigrew. What! This is insane. Surely the first pig guy looks like Ron, and now Peter looks like a Minor or something. What does Hermione call that thing? Peter tried to dig before anyone could attack him, and then a large Fireball came from nowhere and killed the Minor guy.

"Harry, what are you doing? Just jump over the wall and attack that witch," Hermione ordered him.

How should he jump?

'Surely my foot will be alright after landing? I will have to run to kill that thing,' Harry thought. The witch had a hood on. He couldn't see her face. She was coming nearer and nearer. Harry had to do something. He tightly closed his eyes and jumped.

Harry opened his eyes. He had jumped from the wall, but his foot didn't even feel like anything. He didn't feel anything. Harry raised his sword and charged. He was going to kill that witch thing before she could attack. Then suddenly the ground around him shook, and small skeleton-like creatures emerged from it.

'Holy Morgana, it's a Necromancer. They are not banned here? How could immortal people live with a necromancer who can raise the dead?' Harry thought.

He had to look at the history of this village after this war finished.

After some struggle, he finally killed the female necromancer. Again, some others dropped from above—stop here? They are dropping from the sky? What the hell is this? How could they drop just like that? There are three other identical clones of the previous one he killed.

"Ahhhh."

Hermione cried from the other side. Harry turned to see her. She had 15 Skeleton Creatures around her. She was dying. Harry was terrified. He couldn't breathe. He was not going to let anything happen to his Hermione counterpart. His face turned purple, and he rushed towards her. He ran as fast as he could. There were some small forms blocking his path. If he would have looked clearer he would have seen that small creature is small form of him. created by his rage.

He couldn't care less who was blocking and who was coming with him. He charged at the skeletons. He smashed them as fast as he could. He killed all the skeletons and necromancers around him. He turned to see if anyone was remaining. There was none.

The whole village had gone silent. The war had stopped. An old man was waving his staff, repairing all the buildings, just like Albus Dumbledore had done in his original dimension. He ran towards Hermione and saw she was badly injured. He took her in a bridal style and placed her in her bed. She had the same type of bed as he did, but she had a large archer drawn on her Like he had a large sword.

"Thank you, my king," she said sleepily.

"Anytime for you, my queen," Harry murmured and placed a small kiss on her forehead.

"You have to visit the healers. You are badly injured," he added.

"No need to call a healer. I want to go to sleep. I am too tired. I will be fine when I awake."

Harry wanted to take her without her permission, but he didn't know the way. 'Maybe they have different rules here,' Harry thought.

Now, all the buildings around him were fully repaired. He looked around to see what was happening now. The wizard with the staff was also sleeping. He also saw Amelia had also gone to sleep. Why were they sleeping? He didn't even know.

A villager girl approached him. "Hello, Your Highness. Aren't you sleeping?" she asked.

"No, not now. I want to read something," Harry said. "About our history."

"Oh, okay, Your Highness. Is there anything else you need?" she said.

Not knowing where the library was, Harry asked, "Um, I seem to have forgotten where the library is. Could you tell me where it is?"

"Certainly, Your Highness. Follow me," she said, leading him to a large blue hall at the center of the village.He walked through the large door similar to Hogwarts.

Inside, glistening crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, ethereal glow that illuminated the chamber. The air hummed with energy as arcane contraptions and mystical runes intertwined seamlessly, powering the mechanisms hidden within the walls.

Harry was amazed by what he saw. It was more beautiful than the Hogwarts Great Hall. There were portraits everywhere—portraits of himself, Hermione, and even a large portrait of Amelia Bones.

There was a towering holographic projection table that hovered, displaying intricate battle strategies and troop formations. Nearby, an alchemical laboratory bubbled with potions that offered unseen advantages in the heat of combat.

Finally, the villager opened a large door and said, "Take a look, Your Majesty. I will send a message to the librarian that you've come here to read. No one will disturb you." She then bowed deeply and left.

Harry saw rows and rows of books. It was like the Hogwarts library. Hermione would love it here.

After ten minutes, he finally found what he was looking for—the

"Book of Everything : history of clashers".