Harry stepped out of the car wearing a black shirt and blue jeans, a striking contrast to the luxury of the limousine he had just exited. The sleek vehicle stood out on the busy street, drawing curious looks from passersby. After him, Lupusregina and Chiara gracefully emerged, their presence immediately captivating those nearby. They then entered the Leaky Cauldron, bustling with activity, filled with witches and wizards of all kinds, each engaging in their own conversations.
The pub's warm, magical lights cast a cozy glow over the rustic wooden tables and chairs. The air was thick with the scent of beer, food and the sound of laughter and chatter. Lupusregina and Chiara, dressed in their immaculate maid uniforms, drew several appreciative glances as they made their way to an empty table. Lupusregina's long, red hair was tied in a neat braid, and her striking beauty stood out even in the dim lighting. Her confident stride and sharp gaze gave her an aura of authority. Meanwhile, Chiara's silver hair and porcelain skin gave her an ethereal, almost otherworldly appearance. Her serene demeanor and innocent look, paired with her pristine maid attire, made her a sight to behold.
As they settled at the table, someone went close to them and took their orders.
"A butterbeer," Chiara ordered.
"A soda," Suzuki said.
The dependent only look at Harry for a second before replying, "we don't serve muggle mead."
Harry shook his head and then replied while pointing at Chiara, "then whatever she just ordered." The dependent nodded and then turned to Lupusregina with a small blush.
Lupusregina tapped her chin with her fingers before answering, "Give a Corona, please."
"Corona?"
"Yes, Corona… Mexican beer?" Lupusregina said with a smile.
"Oh, we-we don't have Mexican beer," said the man.
"Hmm, well then give me your best Sake," the Pleiade ordered.
The man blush again, "sorry, we don't have Sake… just magical beverages."
"No, Sake? Mongolia's magical community does have Sake." Harry said while looking away.
Lupusregina smiled and wave her hand nonchalantly. "Don't sweat it, don't sweat it. Just give me the strongest alcohol you have. Surely you have something better than, 'butterbeers', right?" the man nodded and left the table.
Lupusregina leaned back casually, scanning the room with a mischievous glint in her eyes when she saw something funny. "Harry, what's the difference between a family of 7 and a zoo?" she asked, her voice playful.
Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected question. "I don't know, what's the difference?"
"At least the zoo has cages," she replied with a playful wink, then nodded towards the other side of the pub, where the Weasleys were gathered.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head at the corny joke. Lupusregina had a knack for making even the silliest jokes entertaining, and her teasing brought a sense of normalcy to the otherwise magical atmosphere. As they continued to chat, their drinks arrived. They clinked their mugs together in a toast.
They spent the next few minutes engaged in light-hearted conversation, sharing stories and laughing. As the pub continued to buzz with life around them, Harry turned to see the Weasley family. The twins, Fred and George, were animatedly discussing something between themselves, something that made their expressions full of mischief and excitement, and Harry thought about their prank on him back in Valantine's day.
Lupusregina's voice broke through his thoughts. "Alright, Harry, let's get going. Diagon Alley awaits!" She stood up, smoothing out her skirt, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Harry stood from his seat, a mischievous smirk forming as he glanced towards the Weasley family. The twins are always up to something, and Harry had an idea brewing to get back for their little prank. Turning back to Lupusregina, he caught her attention with a conspiratorial look. "Lupu, can you help me with a plan I have?" And her maid copied his smile.
After a few minutes, the Weasley family was ready to go to Diagon Alley too. "All right, everyone," Molly, the Weasley matriarch, called out, gathering her family's attention. "Let's head out. We've got quite a bit to do today."
They made their way to the back of the pub, where a brick wall serves as the secret entrance to Diagon Alley. Molly took out her wand and tapped the bricks in the familiar sequence. However, as her wand touched the wall, nothing happened.
"Hmm, that's odd," Molly muttered. She tried again, but still, the wall remained the same.
"Let me try, Mum," Percy offered, stepping forward. He repeated the tapping sequence, but the result was the same. The wall stood solid and unyielding.
As the Weasleys puzzled over the unusual situation, more people arrived, hoping to enter Diagon Alley. A small crowd began to gather, all of them equally confused by the immovable wall. Murmurs of concern and frustration filled the air.
"What's going on?" Ron asked, looking around at the gathering crowd. "This never happens."
Ginny noticed something about the weird drawing on the wall. "Hey, look at this!" she exclaimed, pointing to a drawing on the wall. It was a peculiar symbol, unfamiliar to everyone present. The drawing was in white and resembled an odd rectangular shape with two small circles on the right side and a cross-shaped one on the left. In the middle were two rectangular ovals. Above the circles were the letters 'A' and 'B,' meanwhile, above the ovals were the words 'select' and 'start.'
"What do you think it is, brother of mine?" Fred asked, squinting at the drawing.
"No idea, sibling of mine," George replied.
Ginny got closer, looked at the control, reached out with her wand, and gently pressed the small oval button on the drawing that said 'start.' To everyone's surprise, the wall shimmered slightly, and a menu was above the rectangle. It displayed a single word: 'Hint,' and around it was another rectangle with a light that shines and then dims only to shine again in a continuous loop.
The people around looked surprised by it. They have never seen anything like that before. Ginny hesitated for a moment and then pressed the rectangle with his wand, but nothing happened. She then pressed the start button, but the 'Hint' disappeared after that. The Weasley girl brought the 'Hint' box again but now pressed the circle under the 'A.'
The menu changed, revealing one word: "KONAMI."
The Weasleys exchanged puzzled glances. "KONAMI?" Ron repeated, frowning. "What does that mean?"
"I've never heard of it," their father Arthur said, shaking his head.
"Maybe it's a password," Percy suggested, scratching his head. But what kind of password?"
As more wizards gathered, the confusion grew. It wasn't long before someone suggested calling for help. A flurry of messages was sent, and soon, the esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, arrived. His presence brought a hush over the crowd. When he arrived, the word "KONAMI" was no longer there, but Ginny replicated her steps to make it appear.
"Ah," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye when he saw the weird symbol. "It seems we've encountered a bit of a puzzle."
"Yes, Professor," Molly replied, with a mixture of relief and frustration in her voice. "The entrance won't open, and this strange message appeared. We don't know what it means."
Dumbledore examined the drawing and the word "KONAMI" with keen interest. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "An interesting riddle indeed," he mused. "But, alas, I'm not familiar with this term."
"If only Mr Lockhart were here," Molly wondered. "He would certainly know about it."
The crowd murmured in surprise. If even Dumbledore didn't know what it meant, the situation was indeed strange. Although a small chuckle was there among the murmurs, and nobody gave it any importance.
"Well, we can't stand here all day," Arthur said with a determined nod. "We need to get our shopping done."
With a collective sigh, the Weasleys decided to resort to the simplest solution: Apparition. Though not their preferred method of travel, it was the only way to reach Diagon Alley now. They vanished from the spot one by one, reappearing at their destination. Molly and Arthur took one of the twins each, while Percy took Ginny, leaving Ron alone until Percey returned and took him with him.
Just as the Weasleys, the crowd began to disperse, murmuring about the strange event and apparating to Diagon Alley. The pub's usual quiet returned, and the mysterious drawing remained on the wall, unsolved.
Once everyone had left, Dean Thomas stood alone in front of the rectangle. He took his wand and tapped a fast sequence in the rectangle: Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, start. Then the wall finally opened up as it should, and Dean passed it, still smiling, "Whoever did that is a genius."
/
Fenrir Greyback stalked through the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, his keen senses on high alert for any sign of his prey. He is a predator that relished in the hunt, and today, his quarry was as elusive. His nostrils flared as he caught a faint whiff of a scent that could only belong to one person, Lupusregina. But there was another odor mingled with it, a sweet perfume that was unfamiliar yet tantalizing.
He followed them quietly, their footsteps echoing off the stone and wooden walls of the narrow alleyway. Lupusregina was accompanying a wizard kid, together with another young silver-haired woman dressed in maid robes just like her, which seemed oddly out of place among the robes that the wizards and witches wore. Their steps were confident, their heads held high despite the heat. They were unmistakably maids, but what caught Fenrir's attention most was the subtle scent coming from both, a smell he was sure belonged to those of his kind.
The sun beat down upon him mercilessly, casting shadows across his face like the mask of the wolf he sometimes became. He had been tracking these three for some time now, ever since the werewolf pack was attacked and destroyed by the redhead maid.
As he trailed closer, Fenrir's heart raced at the possibility of claiming Lupusregina as his mate. There was no denying that mating with a powerful werewolf like her would undoubtedly create a stronger pub for him; he sensed a kindred spirit, someone who understood the burden of the curse that bound them both. Yet, the presence of these two individuals threw a wrench into his plans. One was similar; she was a werewolf, too, and the other had a unique scent, parchment, muggle black smoke, and death. Yes, Fenrir could like that kid.
His thoughts drifted back to his own life, the lonely existence of being a lone wolf without a pack. Of course, the idea of creating a new pack was in his mind, but his current mission was vengeance. Using the woman who killed his pack to create a new one was the fitting punishment.
Fenrir looked at his prayer, walking with her two companions. Here they were, striding along without a care in the world as if they owned the very alleys they trod upon. As they passed a shop selling potions, the scent of lavender filled the air, causing the silver-haired maid to pause momentarily, her eyes darting nervously around the storefront window. She glanced back over her shoulder, expecting someone or something to jump out at her.
A spark of recognition lit within Fenrir's brain. This girl... he knew this girl, too, but he could not remember from where. She smelled like a werewolf, too, but she was not part of his pack. He wondered for a second if she was one of his victims.
Lupusregina and her companions continued their journey, passing through the crowd unnoticed, until suddenly, they stopped in front of a small stall with used books on display.
Fenrir approached them cautiously, paws silent on the cobblestones. They did not sense his approach; perhaps they were lost in the tales of books. But then, something shifted in the air. An energy pulsed through him, urging him forward, and without thought, Fenrir lunged towards the boy.
In the blink of an eye, Lupusregina moved faster than any creature he had ever encountered. She appeared before the boy, her hands wrapped around his waist, lifting him off the ground and suddenly disappearing and reappearing a few meters away. 'Apparation' was Fenrir's first thought, but another figure emerged before him. The silver-haired maid was in front of him with a deep frown. "Greyback," she whispered, her voice soft as a whisper but full of anger.
The people passing by recognized the name and started to scatter, leaving a big space between Fenrir and his prey. Anger started to spread in him. He wanted to complete his vengeance without attracting anyone's attention.
With a snarl, Fenrir charged again, teeth and nails bare, displaying his fury. This time, Lupusregina met him head-on. With one hand, she moved his body up, and with the other, she pushed him to one side, sending him flying against a wall.
A screen smoke hid Fenrir while the people around stupidly stood there, watching the scene instead of searching for a safe place. And those people gasped when they saw the shadow of Fenrir standing up again.
Fenrir touched his ribs, feeling the pain inside and wondering if he had some broken bones. Understanding the difference in strength, he decided to flee, but then a cacophony of cracks sounded nearby, followed by the sound of steps getting closer.
Fenrir clicked his tongue and spat. "Stop right there!" said one auror. Fenrir then decided to run, but he was stopped by Lupusregina, who suddenly appeared in front of him. Her arm was already encircling his neck as though she held nothing more substantial than a mere puppet. Yet, she possessed strength far greater than any human or werewolf ought to have. Her grip tightened, crushing my windpipe until he struggled to breathe.
Finally, the Aurors closed in, their wands pointed like accusatory fingers at Fenrir's chest. With a spell that bound him, he felt like he was being dragged into captivity.
Throughout the ordeal, Fenrir wondered why these two maids dared to stand against him. 'Why did they not fear me as others do? And why are both trying to protect the boy with the scar?'
/
After a few questions from the Aurors and the promise from Chiara that she would go and testify about what happened, Harry was finally about to continue his journey to buy his school supplies.
The sun was starting to hide on the horizon, so Harry decided to go to his final destination, the Emerald Scroll. There were many customers in the library, and two books were the reason for the number of people.
The 41 supreme beings, and the Original 9 by Xenophilius Lovegood. A series of investigations around the world revealed that these supreme beings are relational even when their information is found all over the world.
The second book was the most controversial one. No More Mudbloods by Gilderoy Lockhart. A series of investigations regarding the origin of the Muggleborns and the etymology of the words Mudblood and Muggleborn. The investigation led to the idea that Muggleborns/Mudbloods are descendants of Squips or bastards from Wizards who rapes a muggle and then oblivate the victim.
Hermione had bought Lockhart's book when she saw Harry. "Here buying your school supplies? I thought that they could deliver it to you. The store belongs to your family, after all."
"Yes, well. I wanted to escape a little from the meetings and classes," Suzuki said.
Hermione frowned while walking towards one door with Harry on her side. "Classes?"
Harry took one book that was close by, watched the cover, and answered Hermione, "Yes, I still must continue my studies. Once Hogwarts is finished, I want to go to college to learn how to manage my parents' company correctly."
The Gryffindor girl nodded slowly, and this was something that Harry realized.
"Wait… you are not taking non-magical classes?" asked Harry, and Hermione's face blushed, embarrassed. Harry then pressed on, "You know, you should. I know you had some classes last summer, but I don't know what subjects."
Hermione blushed and paused before she confessed her secret to her friend. "I… dropped them, okay. I didn't see the need if I was now a witch."
Harry shook his head, not believing what he was hearing. He turned to Hermione, "Say the word. I know we can help you speed up to the level that any normal 13-year-old girl should be now."
Hermione, still uneasy about it, nodded.
Harry put the book he was holding back on one shelf. "Great, now… do you want me to ask him to sign it for you?" A frown was draw in Hermione's face as she did not understand about what Harry was referring to. Harry saw the look on her face and pointed at the book she held, "Lockhart sign, I mean."
Hermione's eyes twinkle as if she were a cartoon character, "Can you do that?"
Suzuki only shrugged, "I don't see why not. Lockhart..."
"Professor Lockhart," corrected Hermione, but Harry shook his head.
"He is no longer a professor. He quit Hogwarts, saying that he was fed up with the way the school is run," Suzuki explained.
Meanwhile, the Gryffindor girl has a small crisis. Her hero, the best she had in Hogwarts, with unorthodox methods maybe but effective, is now at odds with another of her heroes, Dumbledore.
"Anyway," Harry continued, "He decided to publish an ongoing investigation with us. He seems to have become good friends with my dad at some point."
Hermione then raised an eyebrow, "Since when do you have an editorial in the Wizarding World?"
"We started collaborating with the Lovegoods. But it's a publisher focused on magical investigations. So, an arbitration panel checks the veracity of the information and its sources," he replied with his nose high. Of course, he did not say that the panel consisted of Demiurge and Albedo.
Hermione nodded and then frowned. "And does Mr Lovegood go through the same? Because This Supreme Being sounds way too fantastic."
Harry smirked, "Of course he does. And of course it sounds fantastic, like if they were gods, right? Well, Hermione, you are falling for the stupid idea that Science only has numbers. But let me remind you that there are other scents, which are also covered in the investigation of Lockhart."
Hermione crossed her arms. "Like?"
"Linguistic, Sociology, Theology," said Harry, counting with his fingers. Hermione was about to say something, but Harry continued, "Archeology, Anthropology, Criminology, Journalism, Epistemology..."
"All right, All right. I get it." Hermione stopped Harry from continuing.
Harry then stopped and grabbed a book from a closed shelf, The 41 Supreme Beings and the Original 9, and gave it to Hermione. "I can also help you get the book signed if you want."
/
A man stared blankly into nothingness, reflecting the same emptiness as the stone walls around him. But even in this bleak landscape, there were whispers and echoes of events beyond the prison's cold embrace.
One evening, voices came through the small halls of the prison. "Heard about what happened?" one guard chuckled, his voice laced with malice. "Someone tried to take down that Boy-Who-Lived."
The man's body tensed involuntarily at the mention of the name that had become synonymous with his greatest failure. He knew all too well who they spoke of; Harry Potter, the boy who lived when Voldemort should have claimed victory. A bitter taste filled his mouth, reminding him of his past sins and present torment.
The second guard, a burly man with a face that looked as if it had been weathered by storms, threw something toward the man's cell with a sneer. It landed with a thud against the wall just outside his reach. "Here," he said, "take a look at this."
Curiosity overcame the man's fatigue, and he reached for the object. As his fingers closed around it, he realized it was a newspaper. He unfolded it slowly, aware that the guards watched every movement closely. There, on the front page, was a familiar face, standing alongside two girls in a maid uniform was Harry… Suzuki? The man frowned, thinking for a moment that the guards were only making fun of him, but then he saw the boy again. James's familiar face was framed by messy black hair but with green eyes.
"If your master could not defeat him as a baby, you think some animals would?" one guard said before laughing.
The man's first reaction was anger when he heard 'your master,' but then he felt pride, followed by a sudden fear. He thought that if Werewolves were attacking Harry, then maybe HE was after Harry. He then thought that the suspects were correct all along, and then a sudden anger and sadness were around him. 'Did everyone betray us?' he wondered.
The man couldn't do anything but think he needed to do something fast. Unfortunately, he did not continue reading or pass the page where the newspaper, The Prophet, with a photo of the attacker, a Werewolf, and how he escaped from the Aurors, killing two Aurors in the process.