The Rebirth of Harry Potter

After an entire night of riding through the wind, Harry and Hagrid finally arrived in classic, old London.

But since the sun had already risen, Hagrid had no choice but to bring the motorcycle down and drive through the streets of London instead.

As they drove, Harry saw bookstores, record shops, burger joints, and cinemas passing by.

Then, suddenly, the motorcycle came to a stop.

In front of them stood a very old, rundown pub.

The strange thing was—

Even though the street was full of people, no one seemed to notice the pub at all.

It was as if it didn't exist.

Hagrid casually explained, "This pub has a concealment charm. Muggles just ignore it without realizing, but wizards can see it just fine."

Harry couldn't help but be impressed.

"That's amazing."

"This pub is famous. We can get into Diagon Alley through the back."

With that, Hagrid strode inside.

Harry quickly fixed his wind-blown hair, straightened his clothes, and walked in with a playful smile.

After all—

If he remembered correctly, Voldemort would be here.

And just the thought of that made Harry's smile widen.

"Voldemort… Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Inside the Leaky Cauldron

The pub was filthy and dimly lit.

The floor, tables, and pillars all looked like they had never been cleaned.

In the corner, a few old witches were sipping tiny glasses of sherry.

Several men were engaged in quiet conversation.

As soon as Hagrid and Harry entered, the entire pub turned to look at them.

Or rather—

They looked at Hagrid first.

After all, he had completely blocked out the sunlight when he walked in.

Most of the wizards and witches in the pub seemed to recognize Hagrid and greeted him enthusiastically.

But then—

Their gazes shifted to Harry.

And that's when things got strange.

He was clearly a child—

But those emerald-green eyes held a calmness far beyond his years.

And on his face was a genuine, warm smile.

Most children who stepped into a place like this, even when accompanied by adults, showed at least some level of nervousness or fear.

But this boy?

He was completely at ease.

Not scared at all.

And then—

There was his long hair, which no ordinary child would keep.

And most striking of all—

The shimmering silver mark on his forehead.

It was impossible not to notice.

The pub's owner, a plump bartender, squinted at Harry before turning to Hagrid.

"Who's the kid?"

Everyone else also turned toward Hagrid, intrigued.

Something about this boy felt… different.

Hagrid simply grinned.

"I'm here on Dumbledore's orders to pick him up."

At the mention of Dumbledore's name, the entire pub froze.

For a moment, there was complete silence.

After all, Albus Dumbledore was the most powerful and respected wizard of the age.

Then—

Someone finally put the pieces together.

And the entire pub erupted into chaos.

Chairs screeched across the floor as everyone jumped to their feet.

They all stared at Harry, their faces filled with shock and excitement.

Like die-hard fans seeing their favorite celebrity for the first time.

The bartender was the fastest.

He rushed forward, grabbed Harry's hand, and shook it vigorously.

"Mr. Potter! I never imagined—it's really you!"

He looked like he had so much more to say, but before he could—

A man shoved him aside and took his place.

"Sir! It's an honor to meet you!" the man exclaimed, nearly shaking with excitement.

The bartender, now pushed to the side, gave the man a look that screamed—

"You bastard! You just stole my moment!"

Harry, still smiling, politely responded.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Codori."

Codori's entire body trembled.

It looked like he was about to faint from excitement.

And then—

The crowd surged forward.

Everyone wanted a chance to shake Harry's hand.

"Oh, sir! I can't believe this—"

"Mr. Potter, I just don't know what to say—"

"I'm so happy, I feel like I might—"

Despite the overwhelming attention, Harry remained graceful and composed, greeting each person with perfect etiquette.

And then—

A pale-faced young man approached, looking highly emotional.

Hagrid gave him a nod before introducing him to Harry.

"This here is Professor Quirrell. He's one of the Hogwarts professors."

Quirrell stammered, "P-P-Potter… It's an h-honor to m-m-meet you."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

His gaze flicked to the thick scarf wrapped around Quirrell's head.

Voldemort is right there.

But Harry wasn't worried.

Right now, Voldemort was so weak he needed to leech off someone else just to survive.

He probably couldn't even beat Hagrid in a fight.

And that thought alone made Harry smirk slightly.

It took another ten minutes before Harry finally managed to escape the crowd.

He and Hagrid made their way to the back wall of the pub.

Hagrid chuckled. "Now you see just how famous you really are."

Harry shook out his slightly sore hand.

He had underestimated just how much he meant to the wizarding world.

Thinking back, it made sense.

During Voldemort's reign of terror, non-pureblood wizards were hunted down, and everyone was forced to obey his will.

It had been an era of bloodshed, darkness, and despair.

And yet, for some unknown reason, Harry had been the one to defeat the Dark Lord and end the war.

Of course, people would worship him.

It was like China's Jing Ke—he had failed to kill the tyrannical Qin Shi Huang, but he was still remembered as a great hero throughout history.

Voldemort had been far worse than Qin Shi Huang.

And Harry had actually defeated him.

So was it really surprising that people treated him with such reverence?

As time passed, Harry's fame would only continue to grow.

One day, he might become one of the most famous figures in history.

But that was for the future.

Right now—

Harry just wanted to see what Diagon Alley and Gringotts actually looked like.

Entering Diagon Alley

Hagrid raised his pink umbrella, tapped it three times on a particular brick in the wall—

And then—

It was time to witness a miracle.

The brick ripples like the surface of a pond disturbed by a stone.

From top to bottom, the bricks shift and shrink, forming a wide archway.

Honestly?

It was a magical sight.

If only it weren't for the dust that flew everywhere—

Then it would have been perfect.

Harry stepped through the archway alongside Hagrid.

The moment he passed through, he noticed something—

The wall behind them quickly sealed itself shut.

It was as if water had flowed back into a hollow, filling the space seamlessly.

After a few dozen meters, they emerged into the open—

And bright sunlight hit them from above.

Turning around, Harry saw that the entrance had completely disappeared.

All that was left was a solid brick wall.

In front of them was a winding, cobblestone street stretching as far as the eye could see.

Hagrid grinned.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley."

Harry's eyes sparkled as he took in the scene.

Shops were tightly packed together, and witches and wizards of all ages bustled through the narrow streets, wrapped in cloaks of various colors.

Some were chatting with shopkeepers, others were haggling over prices.

The magical world he had dreamed of was now right in front of him.

Being here—

It didn't feel strange or out of place.

It felt normal, lively.

Like this was how the world was always meant to be.

As wizards passed by, bits of conversation drifted into Harry's ears.

But not things like:

"Tomorrow, let's go murder Muggles."

"I've invented a spell that will change the wizarding world."

"Tonight, I'm going dragon hunting."

No.

Instead, he heard:

"Our automatic dishwashing charm broke. We need to buy a new one."

"This year's first-years are buying a lot of equipment."

"The price of dragon scales—they must be insane!"

"What?! The Cornish Rock Candy is sold out?!"

They weren't mysterious dark sorcerers lurking in the shadows.

They were just ordinary people.

Living ordinary lives.

And Harry liked that feeling.

He smiled to himself.

Although, he really wanted to comment on that thing called "Cornish Rock Candy".

Like… what kind of insane candy was that?

Shopping for Supplies

Sunlight glinted off the shop windows.

Nearby, there was a store with cauldrons stacked outside.

Wait—

Not cups. Cauldrons.

Copper, iron, tin, silver—every size and type imaginable.

Harry pointed at the store.

"Are these the cauldrons from my supply list?"

"Yup," Hagrid nodded. "But first, we need to get some money from Gringotts."

The two continued forward.

The sight of a small boy walking beside a literal giant was quite something.

Like "Beauty and the Beast", but the deluxe edition.

As they passed shop after shop, Harry took everything in, his curiosity endless.

"I wish I had more eyes to take it all in."

Honestly?

His entire worldview was shattered in the best possible way.

One dark, gloomy shop emitted strange screeches and flapping sounds.

A closer look at the sign above the door revealed the words:

"Magical Menagerie."

A pet shop.

Several cages hung outside, filled with various owls.

Further along, Harry saw a shop twice the size of a normal store.

A group of boys were pressed against the glass display.

Inside, a brand-new broomstick gleamed.

"The Nimbus 2000!"

A broomstick shop.

Other stores specialized in:

Wizard robes

Stationery supplies

Magical ingredients

Inside one store, various quills, parchment, and charms lined the walls.

"Charms, quills, parchment…"

Everything was new, strange, and fascinating.

Arriving at Gringotts

Finally, they reached a tall, snow-white building.

Its bronze doors stood wide open.

Standing at the entrance was a short creature in a crimson and gold uniform.

Harry stared at the extravagant uniform.

"This is just ridiculous."

"Dressed like that, he's just asking to be mugged by a group of thugs."

Hagrid turned to Harry.

"This is a goblin."

The goblin was shorter than Harry, with dark skin, long fingers, and large feet.

As they stepped inside, the goblin bowed politely.

"Wait—they even have greeters?"

"I'm officially done."

Beyond the entrance, a second set of doors bore golden inscriptions.

The words seemed to hold a mysterious, ominous tone—

But to Harry, it basically translated to:

"Greedy humans, if you want our treasure, then by all means, come and try to rob us. But let me remind you—don't do anything stupid unless you want to die."

Harry couldn't help but smirk.

"Damn, I love this place already."