HP: The Third Child of Prophecy

Chapter 137: The "Habits" of the Undersea Wizards

Time: 12:15 PM — Atlantis, beneath the Bermuda Triangle

The bustling streets of Atlantis flowed with activity, yet no one paid attention to the four newcomers who had arrived outside the scheduled entry times. Alexander Smith didn't bother to disguise them.

There was no need.

Over the past three years, the wizards and witches of this undersea city had gotten used to his visits. Where once they had reacted with resistance and suspicion, now they simply ignored him.

In the beginning, many had tried to resist him using various magical control spells. But none worked. Even when he first arrived, Alexander had already reached Phoenix-level magic power, and his body was strong and agile. No matter how powerful the enchantment, it couldn't bind him.

His spellcraft wasn't just superior—it was fundamentally different. He wielded magic that directly countered the traditional systems the wizards here relied on.

That didn't mean they were weak. Many Atlantis elders were powerful—easily on par with Level 5 magic users. If Albus Dumbledore himself came and faced their combined strength, he might still need to retreat. Lord Voldemort might break through, thanks to his highly modified and ruthless body—but not without damage.

But now? They tolerated Alexander's "intrusions." Some even greeted him.

This time, alongside Alexander were Kate Lewinster, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. Only Alexander was known. The rest were newcomers, untested in the eyes of the locals.

Especially Harry—who looked more like a wide-eyed tourist than the famed "Boy Who Lived."

"Damn Ron…" Harry muttered under his breath. It was the first thing he said since arriving.

Kate grinned, and Hermione let out a small chuckle.

They understood. Harry had just reconnected to the clone he left behind at Hogwarts and found himself cornered by Ron Weasley and a crowd of gossip-hungry students. His body double system worked, but he hadn't accounted for social fatigue.

Hermione had stealthily returned her clone to the girls' dormitory to avoid that exact problem.

"Harry? Can you still hear me?" Hermione asked with concern.

"Barely," Harry replied. "It's exhausting to control two bodies. Thank Merlin my clone is just lying on the common room sofa."

Alexander smiled. "You'll get used to it. For now, let me show you around."

Harry nodded, eyes flickering toward the city's mesmerizing surroundings. But he hadn't forgotten the true reason for coming: the Resurrection Stone, rumored to be hidden here. He needed knowledge—ancient and rare knowledge—and Alexander believed Atlantis might hold it.

"This place is incredible…" Hermione whispered.

Alexander nodded. "Atlantis doesn't run on galleons. The economy is based on contribution. You earn points by teaching, exploring, researching—helping the city grow."

"Essential needs like food, shelter, and books are free," he added. "You only need points for rare materials, personal tutors, or luxuries."

As they walked deeper into the city, the scenery was surreal.

Buildings seemed to grow from coral and glass-like crystal. Luminescent orbs floated through the air, casting soft light. Stalls lined the streets, selling everything from miniature flying dragons to transplantable seaweed wigs and breathing masks shaped like transparent fish tanks.

"Alexander, what is that?" Hermione asked, pointing at a strange parlor filled with young witches and wizards.

Many of them were… altered. Some had tentacles where their bellybuttons should be. Others had squid-like limbs or suction cups along their arms and legs.

"That's a customization studio," Alexander explained. "A bit like a wizarding tattoo parlor or hairdresser. They sell magical organ grafts—cosmetic and magical enhancements grown with respect, not cruelty."

"They treat these modifications as a way of honoring marine life. Many parts are grown symbiotically—transplants from willing, cultivated sources."

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief. "But—using parts of animals for decoration? That's… That's so—"

"I understand," Alexander interrupted gently. "You were raised with different beliefs. But this culture isn't about harming magical creatures. They revere them. Many believe these transplants form a sacred bond between wizard and sea."

Hermione looked conflicted, biting her lip.

He didn't push further. Her reaction wasn't surprising—most Muggle-borns struggled with cultural relativism in magical societies, especially ones as alien as Atlantis.

They continued through the bizarre, enchanting market.

Finally, they arrived at a colossal structure shaped like a massive whale. Its massive mouth served as the entrance, while glowing eyes on either side pulsed with soft blue light.

"This is the Central Pavilion," Alexander said. "It houses the guest quarters, recreational areas… and the library."

Harry's eyes lit up.

"The library holds knowledge you won't find anywhere else. Ancient tomes, forgotten magic… If the Resurrection Stone truly lies here, this is where we'll start."

Hermione gasped in awe. Kate leaned closer to Alexander and whispered playfully, "You really brought them here for that? Or is this just an excuse to show off your secret city?"

Alexander smiled. "Why not both?"

As they stepped through the whale's mouth into the glowing depths of the Pavilion, Atlantis seemed to welcome them with open arms.

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