The next morning, the group left the mansion and dispersed across London in carefully assigned teams. A slight adjustment had been made to their original plan. Emma led a small squad of mutants along with Fleur to Diagon Alley, their task clear and precise.
Jean, on the other hand, took another group and headed toward Hogsmeade, the quaint wizarding village near Hogwarts. The remaining mutants were lead by Mystique and Wanda, their assignment to patrol and explore different parts of London's magical underbelly.
Both Emma's and Jean's teams shared the same objective — to gather intelligence through their formidable telepathic abilities. They were to discreetly read the thoughts of wizards and witches they encountered, searching for information about Death Eaters, underground networks, and any hints of dark activity brewing in the shadows.
Meanwhile, the group under Mystique and Wanda had a different task. Their mission was to familiarize themselves with the layout of the city's magical enclaves and scout out the locations of hidden wizarding houses, mansions, and other concealed properties.
While these places were typically veiled under powerful wards and Muggle-repelling charms, such defenses meant little in the face of Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, whose mastery over Chaos Magic allowed her to casually disregard such protections. She could perceive what others could not due to her connection to Choas magic and her knowledge of magic that she is reading everyday since she got lifetime access to magical library from Nova. She have mastered almost all the magic
Additionally, Wanda's team was tasked with discreetly approaching known Muggle-born witches and wizards, using the information Harry had provided. These individuals were to be quietly contacted, assessed, and possibly recruited if they proved willing and trustworthy.
And what of our protagonist — Nova? At this moment, he was standing right in front of the entrance to the legendary Leaky Cauldron. The old, slightly grimy pub appeared to be just another crumbling, abandoned building to passing Muggles.
The group consisted of Nova, Emma, Jean, Fleur, Tina, Peitro and Blink. They all wore robes, just so that they can blend in easily.
He turned and glanced back at Tina, Peitro and Blink.
It was amusing to watch — most of them stared around at the ordinary London street, confused and searching for something unusual, but seeing nothing. They all knew that they are standing infornt of legendary Leaky Claudron's entrance that they saw in movies but charms and wards are affecting their prespection.
Only Jean, Emma,Nova and Fleur seemed unaffected.
Fleur, of course, could see the entrance because of her innate magical heritage. Nova himself, naturally, could perceive it as well. As for Emma and Jean? The ancient wards and cloaking spells protecting the Leaky Cauldron were designed to deter the eyes and minds of Muggles — but they meant nothing to two of the most powerful telepaths in existence.
Nova smiled at the confused mutants," Hold each other's hand."
Mutants listened the command and held each other's hand.
Under Flier's lead they entered the pub.
The moment they stepped through the seemingly crumbling wall, the air changed.
The soft hum of ancient enchantments brushed against their skin like a warm breeze, and the plain, abandoned façade dissolved into the bustling, dimly lit interior of the Leaky Cauldron. The pub was exactly as it had appeared in the films: weathered wooden beams, crooked stools, flickering lanterns hanging from the ceiling, and a haze of pipe smoke curling in the air.
The regular patrons glanced up at the newcomers — a group of unfamiliar witches and wizards in plain but well-tailored robes — but quickly dismissed them. In a place like this, where all sorts of questionable characters came and went, discretion was an unspoken rule.
Fleur led them toward a long, empty table near the far corner. Nova took the opportunity to glance around. The bar was manned by Tom, the toothless, hunched old barkeep, wiping down mugs with a rag that looked dirtier than the tables. A cluster of cloaked witches huddled together in whispered conversation near the fireplace, and a lone wizard in tattered gray robes nursed a drink in the corner, his eyes sharp beneath his hood.
As soon as they were seated, Nova leaned in slightly, his voice low but carrying a natural command.
"Alright. Emma, Jean — as planned. Start scanning the room. Prioritize anyone with lingering thoughts of the Dark Mark, Death Eater meetings, or recent... questionable dealings. Don't dig too deep unless necessary. Also if they have mental protection, retreat immediately."
Emma gave a sly smile, her eyes gleaming. "Already on it."
Jean closed her eyes for a moment, her mind reaching out like a soft breeze, stirring through the thoughts of the people in the pub.
Fleur, seated beside Nova, glanced at him with a slight smile, her voice soft in the murmur of conversation around them.
"You do know zat causing trouble in a place like zis will get us noticed."
Nova chuckled under his breath. "Which is why we're not causing trouble — just listening." He then gave her a sideways glance. "Besides, I've got you watching my back. Who'd be stupid enough to pick a fight with a Veela?"
Fleur let out a soft, amused hum and tilted her head. "Flatterer."
Meanwhile, Blink, still visibly intrigued, looked around. "So… this is it? The famous Leaky Cauldron?" she whispered. "Honestly thought it'd be… bigger."
Peitro, seated beside her, grinned. "Yeah, well. British wizards and their centuries-old real estate. Guess they didn't get the memo about renovation."
Nova suppressed a grin, but his attention was already shifting. Subtle ripples in the air told him Emma had picked up something.
Emma's voice came softly through the mental link they shared."Back corner — the wizard in gray. Thinking about selling a list of Muggle-born addresses to someone named Travers tonight. Hogsmeade, after sundown."
Nova's eyes narrowed slightly as he followed her mental nudge and located the man.
"Mark him. We'll deal with him later."
Jean spoke next, her voice a touch more serious."Two at the bar — they're smugglers. Moving dark artifacts to Knockturn Alley. Mentions of a Death Eater contact named Selwyn."
"Good. Keep gathering," Nova murmured aloud to them both.
As the Leaky Cauldron's patrons continued their quiet business, they had no idea the air around them was alive with invisible threads of telepathic scrutiny. And this was just the beginning.
Despite the fact that Jean and Emma were using their mind reading abilities, their feet didn't stop.
The group moved slowly, Jean and Emma looked at Fluer and nodded, who smiled and moved towards the entrance of the Diagon alley.
Fluer took out her wand and tapped on the wall a few times.
The bricks shuddered under her touch, the tapping pattern causing them to ripple like water for a moment before beginning to shift and rearrange themselves. The sound of ancient stone grinding against stone echoed faintly in the small courtyard, and within seconds, the solid wall had transformed into a yawning archway revealing the entrance to Diagon Alley.
Even though they'd seen it in films, several of the mutants instinctively leaned forward, captivated. The alley beyond was a winding cobbled street, lined with narrow, crooked shops that seemed to lean conspiratorially toward each other. Brightly colored signs jostled for attention — Eeylops Owl Emporium, Flourish and Blotts, Ollivanders, and countless others. The air smelled of parchment, roasted nuts, cauldron smoke, and the distinct metallic tang of old magic.
Fluer let a small grin curl on her lips. "Well, ladies and gentlemen… welcome to Diagon Alley."
Blink let out a soft, delighted whistle. "Okay — this is way better than I expected."
Peitro zipped forward a few feet, grinning like a kid let loose in a candy shop. "Now this is what I'm talking about."
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Nova grinned at their growing excitement as the alley's vibrant, chaotic world unfurled before them. Reaching into his system inventory with a subtle flick of his fingers, he produced several leather coin pouches — each heavy with gold. The soft clink of galleons inside was unmistakable as he handed them out one by one.
"Alright, consider this your spending allowance," Nova said with a crooked smile. "A thousand galleons each. Just try not to burn it all on prank sweets and questionable potions."
The group practically lit up.
Peitro snatched his pouch with a boyish grin. "Finally! You have no idea how long it's been since I had proper pocket money. My old man cut me off the second I hit eighteen. Said if I wanted cash, I should race for it." He tossed the pouch in his hand, grinning wider. "Guess who's treating tonight?"
Blink giggled, clutching her pouch to her chest like it was a precious artifact. "You're officially my new favorite, Nova. You're lucky I don't kiss you right now." She winked, already eyeing the nearest shop window with gleaming curiosity.
Emma took hers with a graceful flick of her wrist, the weight of the coins unmistakable in her palm. She raised an eyebrow and gave him an amused, approving smile. "I'm impressed. You do know how to keep a lady's attention. I may be a billionaire back home, darling — but here? Let's just say you've earned yourself a few points." The glint in her pale blue eyes made it clear she was teasing… mostly.
Jean accepted her pouch and gave it a soft shake, the faint jingle of coins making her lips quirk in a smile. "I swear, you're spoiling them rotten. Keep this up and they'll expect diamonds next." She nudged him lightly with her elbow, though the warmth in her expression betrayed her fondness for the gesture.
Tina took hers with a small, appreciative smile. "Not that I'm complaining, but you're setting a dangerous precedent, Nova. We'll be expecting private vault keys at Gringotts before long."
Fleur, her silvery-blonde hair catching the light, weighed her pouch before flashing Nova a playful, flirtatious smile. "Careful, mon chéri… give a girl a pouch of gold, and she might start thinking you're trying to win her heart."
Nova leaned a little closer, his grin widening. "And if I am?"
She let out a soft, melodic laugh and brushed her hair back with practiced grace. "Zen you'll have to try 'arder. Veela don't come cheap, you know."
Peitro groaned dramatically. "Seriously, how come his flirting gets rewarded with gold and charming laughs, while mine gets eye rolls and threats of teleportation?"
Blink smirked. "Because, Speedy, you've got the finesse of a troll with a hangover."
The group burst into easy, genuine laughter, the camaraderie between them crackling as vividly as the magic humming in the air around them. Nova pocketed the last pouch with a satisfied nod. "Alright — spend wisely. Or recklessly. Either works."