Harry had a thousand questions for the goblins. About vault tiers, ancient goblin wards, weapon making, and even about the gringotts key he acquired. But he hadn't asked a single one.
Because Sam was with him.
As much as Harry trusted Sam—more than anyone else in the magical world so far—there was still a voice in his head that sounded a lot like Uncle Vernon. It sneered at him not to be naive. After all, he had grown up in a world where keeping secrets was second nature. Sam had never done anything to earn suspicion… but Harry's trust wasn't something that came easily.
He would return to Gringotts. Alone. With questions that needed answers.
But not yet.
The last week had been packed. The full moon loomed, and with it came the sacred responsibility Harry had accepted: preparing the Wolfsbane Potion and Strengthening Potion for the werewolf pack. Despite having brewed enough stock earlier, he decided to brew a fresh batch—just to be sure. And it kept his mind busy.
[Brewed: Wolfsbane Potion (230 vials)]
[Brewed: Strengthening Potion (300 vials)]
But Harry didn't distribute the potions himself this time. Word had gotten around the alley—Keller's Curio was the place to go.
Sam and Regina had turned the whole thing into a system. Regina manned the front, tracking purchases and confirming names, while Sam prepared a new venue for the transformations.
It was the same property that had once tempted Harry—the one deep in Knockturn Alley, dismissed as too risky. Now, Sam had bought it using the commission earned from selling the goblin-made weapons. With help from an enchanter, he had transformed it.
The inside was unrecognizable.
The entire property had been magically expanded into a forest-like clearing. Soft grass, conjured trees, and even a small stream with ever-clean water from a rune-stone spring gave the place an air of peace. Above, the ceiling had been enchanted to mirror the night sky—complete with stars and the silvery glow of the moon.
[Landmark Discovered(5/10): Lycan's Refuge]
Safe Zone (Sanctuary – Werewolf-Friendly)
+50 EXP
By evening, the place was packed.
Werewolves came from all over the country—some barely magical, others with scars that told stories of painful transformations and lost control. This time, 113 werewolves had arrived, most of them regulars from Harry's last full moon.
They paid a small fee for the potions—just enough to cover ingredients. Sam handled the collection, and every knut was logged with Regina's neat handwriting.
As the full moon rose and transformation began, there was no screaming. No writhing in agony. No Pain.
Just a gentle shimmer of silver light and the sound of padded feet settling onto forest grass.
Harry watched from a small stone bench, arms folded in his cloak, quiet pride blooming in his chest.
[Milestone Reached: 100+ Successful Wolfsbane Administrations]
Title Unlocked: "Moonbound Healer"
Potions made by you have +10% Effectiveness on Werewolf-kind.
You gain +25 Affinity with any werewolf upon first meeting.
As the wolves ran freely under the enchanted moonlit ceiling, Harry leaned back with a soft smile.
This was the life he had chosen. Helping those the world abandoned. Building something where others saw ruin.
Most people believed there was only one true entrance to the magical marketplace of Britain—The Leaky Cauldron, nestled between Muggle buildings on Charing Cross Road. But that belief, like many others in the magical world, turned out to be a lie wrapped in tradition.
There was another gateway. One even older, hidden in plain sight.
The Zeus Hotel.
A black-bricked, ivy-covered structure located on a sleepy street in Greenwich, the Zeus Hotel looked like an abandoned hotel from the 1800s. It carried the same old-world charm, the same enchantments that made Muggles ignore it entirely. But instead of leading to Diagon Alley...
…it led deep into Knockturn Alley.
[New Location Discovered: Zeus Hotel]
Secret Gateway to Knockturn Alley
Portal Access Point Registered
+50 EXP
Harry stood before it on a drizzling Thursday morning, hidden under the folds of his Dementor Cloak, looking up at the faded gold letters carved into the dark stone.
"Clever, isn't it?" Sam said beside him. "Wards are older than Leaky Cauldron. Built by a different generation entirely."
Harry nodded. "This explains why more werewolves are showing up without any problem. They're not using Diagon Alley. If they did... there'd be panic."
"And Aurors," Sam added dryly.
As they stepped into the lobby—cold, silent, empty—Harry's mind ran over the growing contrast he'd begun to piece together. Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley weren't just two parts of the same magical district.
They were sisters. Built by the same people. Likely at the same time. But they had been treated very differently over the years. One had been celebrated, polished, gilded with ministry attention and the other had been left to rot, choked in shadows and crawling with those who had nowhere else to go.
"Why do you think that is?" Harry asked.
Sam's boots clicked over the marble floor. "Because Diagon Alley made people comfortable. Knockturn didn't. Too many uncomfortable truths."
Someone had told Harry once that neither Knockturn Alley nor Diagon Alley were truly in London.
They were located in an unplottable realm, somewhere deep within Britain, but hidden from all maps, satellites, and compasses. All that existed were gates—magical portals like Leaky Cauldron and Zeus Hotel—that let you enter and exit seamlessly.
It made sense now.
That's why electricity still works in London. That's why mobile phones don't work inside the alleys. It's like another pocket world altogether...
Lore Update Unlocked: Dimensional Nodes – "The Hidden Bazaars"
Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley exist in tethered subrealms connected to Britain.
Portals (Leaky Cauldron, Zeus Hotel, Ministry Gates) serve as controlled entry points.
Magic density increases within – electronic devices fail. GPS dead zones.
+200 EXP – Hidden World Scholar
As Harry turned to leave the Zeus Hotel, he glanced one last time at the flickering wall sconce. It was made of a serpent's fang and burned with green flame.
A signal.
Not all roads to the magical world were paved with sunlight.
Some led through shadows, yes—but they still led home.
The three nights of the full moon had passed, but Knockturn Alley hadn't returned to normal. If anything, it was more alive than before.
Harry stood near the window of his upstairs bedroom, peering down at the cobbled street below. The flickering lamplights barely touched the edges of the shadows, yet the crowd was visibly different. Gone were the usual hunched figures in ragged cloaks. These new visitors walked tall, their shoulders squared, dressed in work boots, pressed shirts, and jackets that still smelled faintly of car grease, perfume, or fresh paper—signs of regular muggle jobs.
They weren't just survivors anymore. They were reclaiming dignity.
Harry smiled faintly.
The local wand-maker—Deverill's Wands—had a line stretching down the alley. Word had spread fast that a wand was all it took to summon the Knight Bus, and that alone was reason enough for most werewolves, magical or not, to try and get one.
Eighty wands were sold in three days.
"I've never seen this much business in a decade," the wand-maker wheezed to Sam, who was casually leaning against a barrel near the door.
Harry passed by quietly, his dark three-layered cloak swirling around his boots. He kept the Dementor Cloak active only at the lowest setting—just enough to project a shroud of discomfort. It kept pickpockets and bullies at bay.
[Item Buff Active: Dementor's Mantle]
Aura Suppression – 60%
Passive Effect: Fear (Minor) – Enemies avoid direct interaction unless confident
But not everyone was pleased.
Two days after the full moon, the air shifted. Harry felt it first—something wrong, like too much order in a place that thrived on chaos.
Aurors.
Disguised or not, they were easy to spot for someone like Harry. Clean robes. Wand-hands twitching. Eyes that scanned too sharply, lingered too long.
That evening, just after closing shop, an entire squad of them marched into Knockturn Alley, their leader holding a folded parchment with the Ministry's seal.
Within minutes, Sam Keller was arrested.
Harry, sitting upstairs in Keller's Curio with Regina, saw it from the window. His fingers twitched to unleash hell, but he forced himself to stay calm. Sam had prepared for this.
By evening, Sam was released. No charges. Just "routine questioning," the Aurors said. But Harry knew better. It was a warning.
"He's back," Regina said, as Sam walked in looking ruffled but smiling. "You alright?"
Sam dusted off his cloak and muttered, "They wanted to make a show. That's all."
What surprised Harry most wasn't the Auror presence—it was how little they seemed to know.
His name wasn't mentioned once. Not in the accusations, not in the questions. The werewolves spoke only of Keller's Curio as their supplier. Sam took the heat alone, never even hinting at Harry's involvement.
It meant one thing—his precautions worked. The hooded cloak. The false name. The silence.
Harry leaned back on the window seat, watching the alley.
He hadn't wanted to be famous, but this? This kind of invisible influence, the power to change things without the spotlight—it suited him just fine.
The moment Sam was dragged off by the Aurors, a sound rang in Harry's mind—a quest notification he hadn't seen in months. It flickered to life like a memory forced to the surface.
[Quest Alert – Reactivated]
Quest Title: The Holloway Disappearance
Type: Main Quest – Rare
Objectives:
☑ Learn more about the Magical Government
☑ Unlock access to Wizarding Contacts
☐ Discover the truth behind Holloway's arrest
Reward: ??? | New Skill | Reputation Unlock
Penalty: If Ignored – Quest Locked Forever
[Quest Timer: Unknown]
Harry frowned.
He had almost forgotten about Miss Holloway—the woman who was the only teacher kind to him and she was a werewolf. And then, one day, she was arrested by aurors.
But now… the memory of her arrest had returned with sharp clarity.
And Harry wanted answers.
Over the next two days, Harry quietly asked around. He didn't use her name out loud—just hints, descriptions, mentions of an "werewolf woman with pale silver eyes and called Moondancer."
Most shook their heads or hurried away.
Even among werewolves, the name "Holloway" was met with stiff silence. A few muttered about "Ministry business" and "best left alone." It was only when Harry entered a narrow alley that connected Knockturn's west end to the old ruins near Blackshop Cross that a breakthrough happened.
He stepped into the gloom of Borgin and Burkes, and the door creaked shut behind him like a closing trap.
[Landmark Discovered(6/10): Borgin and Burkes]
Rare Artifact Dealer – Cursed Objects Appraised
+50 EXP
The shelves were cluttered, dimly lit, and thrumming with magical residue. As always, Borgin appeared from nowhere, his slicked hair and long coat rustling as if stirred by unseen wind.
"You're young to be here alone," he rasped.
Harry didn't answer. He just lowered his hood and asked:
"Do you remember Sarah Holloway?"
That made Borgin stop.
Borgin stepped closer, one brow raised.
"You mean the Moon Dancer?" he asked, voice dipped in sarcasm. "The cold-hearted herbalist? The healer of strays?"
Harry didn't reply. Borgin chuckled darkly.
"She was Fenrir Greyback's right hand, boy. Not just a follower—a general. Led raids, turned children, tortured Aurors during the war. When the Dark Lord fell, she hid somewhere, in plain sight, pretending to be just another broken soul. But she was infamous. The Ministry caught up eventually."
Harry was stunned. His mind reeled.
"No," he said. "She was... kind. She helped—"
"Acting. That's all," Borgin said coldly. "You'd be surprised how well monsters can perform."
Then—ding—a notification snapped open in his vision.
[Quest Completed: The Holloway Disappearance]
You've uncovered the truth behind Sarah Holloway's identity and fate.
Rewards Unlocked:
New Skill: Soul Read [Lv.1]
Allows brief insight into a person's emotional state and moral alignment.
Reputation Unlock: Ministry of Magic – Grey List
Your actions have drawn subtle attention from high-ranking officials.
+1500 EXP
+2 Wisdom
Level Up!
[You are now Level 15]
[Stat Points to Distribute: +5]
Harry stepped out of the shop, his heart heavier than before. The name Holloway had been a thread to something pure. Something untouched by the war. But even that had turned out to be a lie.
As he walked back toward Keller's Curio, his cloak dragging behind him like a whisper, he realized something deeper.
In Knockturn Alley, everyone was hiding something.
And soon, the Ministry would start asking questions—not just about werewolves, or old crimes—but about him.
Harry raised his fingers to his temple and activated the new skill, just to test it.
[Skill: Soul Read – Activated]
Nearby soul: Regina
Emotional State: Calm, Protective
Moral Alignment: Good (Loyal)
Harry exhaled. At least some things were still true.
[Status Window]
[Name: Harry James Potter]
[Level: 15]
[EXP: 0 / 1500]
[Class: Necromancer]
[Title: The Silent Butcher]
[HP: 500 / 500]
[MP: 900 / 900]
[Stamina: 380 / 380]
[Strength: 30] (25+5)
[Dexterity: 30] (26+4)
[Intelligence: 42] (37+4)
[Wisdom: 37] (33+4)
[Endurance: 34] (30+4)
[Luck: 30] (25+5)
[Charisma: 22] (16+4)
[Currency: £: 1000 / G: 1000 / S: 1000]
[Skill List]
[Shadow Veil] – Lv. 7
[Death Ward] – Lv. 5
[Soul Drain] – Lv. 8 (3+5)
[Bone Spear] – Lv. 5
[Wraith Flight] – Lv. 10
[Wind Step] – Lv. 9
[Poison Mist Attack] – Lv. 6
[Fireball] – Lv. 8
[Water Shield] – Lv. 6
[Observe] – Lv. 7
[ID Create] – Lv. 4
[ID Escape] – Lv. 4
[Soul Read] – Lv. 1
[Stat Points to Distribute: 0]