Rain trickled down the windows of a humble wizarding household tucked somewhere in a quiet village nestled between the boundaries of the Muggle and magical world. Inside, a boy sat at his small desk, surrounded by worn second-hand books stacked higher than his short arms could reach.
His fingers were stained with ink, his tongue peeking out slightly as he scribbled magical theories in a messy scrawl.
Veldora Dreki Rok—an oddly noble name for someone living in such modest surroundings—sighed as he flipped the page.
His gray eyes gleamed under the dim candlelight, reflecting years of suppressed potential.
"So, nothing again today..."
He muttered to himself, pushing the books aside with a huff. Despite being a reincarnator, he had lived five long, unremarkable years in the Harry Potter universe—with no cheat, no system, no golden finger.
Not even a memory-related bonus ability. Just his prior life knowledge as a 30-year-old virgin otaku and office worker, trapped in the tiny body of a wizard child.
He had hoped for an overpowered wand, a dragon egg, or even some transmigrator tutorial system that would help him reshape fate.
But nothing.
Until today.
📜[System Activation: Dimensional Tavern Management System Installed]📜
The notification appeared in his vision with a sparkle and chime, nearly giving him a heart attack as he was preparing to turn in for the night.
[Congratulations, Host. Due to system delay, you are awarded Tier 1 Dimensional Tavern Base Package + Bonus Facilities x3]Unlocked Facilities: Brewery 🍺, Hunter's Camp 🎯, Butcher Shop 🥩
Veldora's mouth dropped open. His pajamas nearly fell from his scrawny frame as he stumbled backwards, hitting the corner of his bed.
"T-Tavern management?! Is this some mobile game mechanic!?"
A Year Ago…
At age five, Veldora's life transformed from a second-hand-robed neighborhood pureblood wizard into a shadow merchant of interdimensional delights.
The tavern itself manifested as an ancient, creaky log house hidden inside his personal dimensional pocket—accessible only to him through a silver token-shaped key he kept as a pendant.
Inside? It was massive. Think Skyrim meets Genshin tavern vibe: glowing lanterns, hardwood counters, endless barrels, mounted antlers, enchanted kitchens, and field-grown herbs shimmering with otherworldly glow.
"Welcome, Veldora-sama."
That was the voice of Luciara, the first staff member he summoned: a demonkin woman with maroon horns, silky silver hair, and violet eyes that could melt a glacier. She bowed in a sultry maid uniform, her claws delicately holding a parchment.
"Your first customers have placed orders. We await your magic."
The Customers 🕯️🩸
They came like smoke. No faces. Just silhouettes of beings cloaked in magic—humanoid shadows that dropped orders on parchment scrolls, leaving behind shimmering gold coins that transformed into galleons once deposited into the tavern coffer.
Potions. Stews. Roasted direwolf meat. Regeneration elixirs. Frost mead. They asked for it all.
"Who in the name of Merlin are these people...?"
Veldora muttered, sweating bullets the first time he cooked a stew with meat dropped from the Hunter's Camp—a level 3 boar-like beast with tusks that nearly skewered him.
But he learned.
He brewed, cooked, grilled, harvested wheat, and milked magical cows. He became a one-boy army.
The Staff 🔥💃
At present, 30 women from various mythological races served under him. Their appearances were game-breaking: seductive, loyal, skilled, and slightly too touchy.
"Master Veldora~ Your shirt's wrinkled. Allow me~"
That was Nimeth, the elf botanist and apothecary. Her fingers always "accidentally" brushed over his neck a bit too long.
"Can I sit on your lap while we count coins?"
Said Froya, the dwarven finance manager with curves that could crush an orc.
"NO! I'M SIX YEARS OLD, DAMMIT!!" 😱
Veldora would scream in his head, hiding behind his Titanium Will, King's Pokerface, and Overlord's Tenacity—Copper Rank passive skills gifted by the system to prevent any loss of sanity from the overly affectionate staff.
His soul may be 30, but his body was six.No lolis. No traps. No degen behavior. Not yet.
Tavern Facilities (Tier 2) 🍲⚒️🌾
After 1 year, the tavern had grown immensely:
Wheat Field 🌾 – Generated magical grain and rare cooking herbs.
Brewery 🍺 – Produced enchanted ales and potion-infused liquors.
Infirmary 🏥 – Passive HP regen for staff, and potion enhancement lab.
Hunter's Camp 🎯 – Daily monster hunts for rare meat and loot.
Apothecary 🌿 – Custom potion crafting and research.
Butcher Shop 🥩 – Automatic processing of hunted beast materials.
Grill Stand 🍖 – Customer favorite. Flame-kissed meats!
Warehouse 📦 – Storage for ingredients and coin conversion.
Dessert Shop 🍰 – Charmed sweets that uplift moods.
The First Anniversary Gift 🎁
And on the one-year mark?
The system, in typical dramatic fashion, presented him with a glowing crystal chest.
Inside:"A MAGICAL HUNTER'S RIFLE" 🔫✨
Sleek like the Dominator from Psycho-Pass, it adjusted shape to fit him.The barrel gleamed with rune etching. It had a dial for Fire, Ice, and Lightning modes, each shot powered by his magic pool—20 charges per full feed.
"This world has dragons, trolls, and dementors. You never said anything about gunning them down, system!!""But I love it." 🤩
Behind the Mask 🎭
To the outside world?
Veldora remained the humble, quiet neighbor child. He played with local children, borrowed books from older students who had outgrown them, and pretended to study basic wandless magic (though his real spell list was already 3rd-year Hogwarts level).
His parents—modest purebloods with a long but financially dwindling line—were just happy their son was bright.
"He's always in the garden playing with herbs. Maybe he'll be a healer one day.""Or a farmer," his mother would chuckle.
If only they knew their son was selling phoenix feather soup to a Lich King shadow for a dozen galleons a bowl.
A Moment at Sunset 🌇
Veldora stood on the tavern balcony, watching his staff clean up after a hard day of magical labor. He sipped on his own brewed Nightshade Espresso, which could wake even a petrified Basilisk.
Luciara joined him, her expression soft.
"You've done well, Master. From a boy with no cheat to this…""You are the heart of this tavern. And soon, the world shall know your name."
He gave a tired smile.
"Five more years. Then Hogwarts. I'm not Harry Potter. I'm not the Chosen One. But I'll carve my own path. Even if it's from behind a bar counter.""This is my story.""And no prophecy will dictate it."
He raised his espresso like a goblet.The staff—standing silently behind him, arms crossed over their hearts—bowed.
"To Master Veldora. May his legend never go stale."