Harry left two days later.
Not alone.
Never alone.
Remus Lupin and Sirius Black took him abroad—"educational travel," Sirius called it, which meant emotional healing, practical survival skills, and probably crime.
Harry hugged me before leaving.
"I'll write," he said.
"Do that," I replied. "And don't adopt anything cursed."
Sirius grinned. "No promises."
And just like that—
Harry Potter exited the stage.
Canon secured.
Which meant it was my turn to cause problems again.
Preparation Phase: Twilight World Re-entry
I stood in my personal dimension mansion, hands on my hips, staring at a floating checklist the system had generated for me.
[Objective: Return to Twilight World]
Sub-objectives included:
Magical supplies
Potions
Artifacts
Books
Creatures
Clothes (unfortunately)
Miscellaneous "just in case" items
I cracked my knuckles.
"Alright," I muttered. "Time to loot Britain."
Diagon Alley: Magical Edition, Speedrun Mode
I returned to Diagon Alley with purpose.
And with shadows.
Lots of shadows.
They moved silently, efficiently, terrifyingly polite.
No alarms.
No screaming.
No broken laws.
Because technically?
I paid.
Mostly.
Potions & Ingredients
I cleaned out entire shelves.
Healing draughts
Polyjuice (bulk)
Felix Felicis (carefully)
Rare ingredients that required waivers
Apothecaries watched with the hollow expressions of people witnessing late-stage capitalism.
One tried to ask what I needed it all for.
I smiled.
"Personal use."
He did not press further.
Magical Items & Artifacts
I didn't just buy.
I curated.
Time-sensitive stasis charms
Anti-detection wards
Bloodline concealment rings
Emergency portkeys (non-Hogwarts related, don't ask)
Anything that looked even mildly suspicious went straight into my inventory.
If the label said "Not Recommended for Minors," I bought two.
The Library Incident (a.k.a. I Own British Wizarding Knowledge Now)
Then came the bookstores.
Flourish and Blotts.
All of it.
Every shelf.
Every section.
I paused at the entrance and stretched.
"Shadows," I said calmly, "copy everything."
They moved.
Books floated.
Pages turned.
Ink shimmered.
Knowledge replicated itself and streamed directly into the Grand Library Wing of my personal dimension.
Every spellbook.
Every theory text.
Every banned pamphlet hidden behind polite counters.
No originals were harmed.
No alarms triggered.
I had just committed the most polite heist in magical history.
I stepped inside my library later.
Shelves stretched into infinity.
"…Good," I murmured. "That should cover first year."
Magical Creatures (Small, Legal, Mostly Cute)
I did not start collecting dragons again.
That way lay paperwork.
But—
Mooncalves
Puffskeins
Kneazles
Nifflers (problematic, but manageable)
All acquired through legitimate channels.
All housed comfortably in controlled habitats within my personal dimension.
The unicorn watched them with quiet approval.
Fluffy barked approvingly.
The troll tried to pet a Niffler.
It went exactly as well as expected.
Non-Magical Inventory Check (Gacha Is Broken)
Back home, I did a full audit.
Cars?
Every brand.
Every era.
Including concept models that shouldn't exist yet.
Planes?
Yes.
Boats?
Several.
Submarines?
Unfortunately.
Tanks,snowmobiles, buggy,bikes ,jetskis etc
Military grades.
Entertainment?
Every movie.
Every manga.
Every book.
Every game.
My personal dimension had more content than several streaming services combined.
I had reached the point where buying things no longer brought joy.
That was when I knew I was rich.
Fashion Shopping: A Horror Story
Then came clothing.
I made a mistake.
I let them come.
Alice.
Rosalie.
Lily.
Petunia.
Four women.
One male target.
Several boutiques.
Alice clapped. "This will be fun!"
Rosalie smiled the way predators smile.
Lily rolled up her sleeves. "You dress like a concept."
Petunia nodded. "We'll fix that."
I tried to flee.
Shadow soldiers blocked the exit.
Traitors.
Hours Passed
I was dressed.
Undressed.
Redressed.
Measured.
Critiqued.
Approved.
Disapproved.
Reconsidered.
Alice spun me around. "Too dramatic."
Rosalie crossed her arms. "Not dramatic enough."
Lily squinted. "He needs contrast."
Petunia added, "And functional pockets."
I stared into the void.
"…I miss Voldemort."
They gasped.
"How dare you," Alice said, offended.
By the end—
I had wardrobes for:
Casual
Formal
Combat
Multiversal diplomacy
"Accidental god appearance"
I did not remember consenting to most of it.
Final Checks
Everything was ready.
Magic secured.
Books copied.
Creatures settled.
Clothes folded by shadows who judged me silently.
Harry was safe.
Hogwarts was stable.
The system chimed.
[Multiversal Transfer Ready.]
I stood in the center of my personal dimension.
Alice bounced on her heels.
Rosalie adjusted her coat.
Lily looked curious.
Petunia looked calculating.
"You sure about this world?" Lily asked. "Vampires, right?"
"Sparkly ones," I confirmed. "Emotionally repressed."
Petunia nodded. "Manageable."
I took a breath.
This was it.
Back to Forks.
Back to rain.
Back to red eyes, cold skin, and teenage angst with immortality issues.
I activated the system.
"Begin transfer," I said.
Reality folded.
The shadows stretched.
And the world shifted—
[Chapter Twenty-One Complete.]