Walking down Diagon Alley, Harry Potter encountered reactions like Ollivander's more than once. The handsome young wizard maintained
Walking down Diagon Alley, Harry Potter encountered reactions like Ollivander's more than once. The handsome young wizard maintained a calm expression and accepted their service without protest.
Any unnecessary action would only cause the other party to react more intensely, as if they'd been hurt.
After all, during the era of the Dark Lord, the wizarding world had suffered deeply. The oppressive atmosphere still lingered, more terrifying than the Muggle witch-hunting days.
Knockturn Alley, Bloodhorn Alley, and Slant Alley—these are all matters of translation.
The first time Harry used Floo Powder, he accidentally ended up in a dark and dangerous place.
That place was Borgin and Burkes. Regulus Black had brought him out of there and, just as they were about to leave, taught him a harsh lesson. Young Harry had nearly been kidnapped by unscrupulous wizards. This was a perilous area.
"I remember this place! In my second year, I used Floo Powder for the first time, but I mispronounced the name and ended up here. Regulus was the one who brought me to the entrance—and I almost got kidnapped."
Handsome Harry pointed toward a shadowy alley and said to Sirius Black.
"Now I'm in fifth year. Can I go in and take a look?"
He looked at Sirius Black with a bit of eagerness on his face.
"All right, Harry. Nothing will happen if I'm with you."
Sirius Black doted on his godson deeply, even if Harry's current boldness sometimes gave him a headache.
The area was still as chaotic and dangerous as ever. Even though Regulus Black had once recruited 49 fallen wizards from here, large numbers of them remained—like a magical version of a labor market, full of the unemployed, always waiting for work.
As the lower class of the wizarding world, they were scorned by most respectable wizards.
Yet they took on many of the tasks that noble wizards wouldn't bother with, becoming the primary suppliers of essential resources.
Aside from Borgin and Burkes, the other shops weren't worth mentioning. The dark magical items were largely the same—shrunken heads, enormous black spiders, withered hands, poisonous candles—they lacked uniqueness.
Borgin and Burkes was once where Voldemort worked. It's similar to a story where a main character gets a job in a pawn shop—if the boss isn't around and a customer brings in a treasure with potential, and the worker has a bit of cash, it could be a very profitable job. Voldemort had acquired Hufflepuff's Cup and Slytherin's Locket here, after all.
Sirius Black accompanied handsome Harry Potter as they browsed the area. They didn't buy anything, but still walked through the entire alley, spotting many curious and dangerous items.
Though the sky was darkening, the summer holiday heat still lingered. The two decided to return to the old house.
They sent all their purchases to the old house via owl post, then left Diagon Alley.
Suddenly, the sky filled with dark clouds. A violent storm looked imminent.
"Looks like we should find shelter somewhere."
For reasons unknown, Sirius Black didn't immediately summon the Knight Bus. Instead, he and Harry ducked under a bridge—just like Harry had once done with his cousin Dudley in the original story.
Only this time, several Muggles were already taking shelter from the rain beneath the bridge.
"Bloody weather. It was just blazing hot, and now it's pouring."
Sirius slapped the rain off his robes, grumbling about the weather nonstop.
Harry laughed as he shook off the rain from his own clothes.
Their outing to Diagon Alley had seemingly brought godfather and godson closer.
A few of the nearby Muggles nodded in agreement with Sirius's complaints. Outside, the downpour continued, and the air began to turn bitterly cold.
Even the Muggles could sense that something was off. How could two wizards not?
Such a sudden drop in temperature was absolutely abnormal. It felt just like... the presence of Dementors.
At the entrance of the bridge, water on the ground began to freeze. Frost crept inward along the path.
"Harry! Be careful."
Sirius Black drew his wand. Twelve long years in Azkaban had left him deeply fearful of Dementors.
Harry Potter, having faced Dementors before, also pulled out his wand in preparation.
Unfortunately for the nearby Muggles, several of them were quickly frozen in place, squatting on the ground and trembling uncontrollably.
Suddenly, a large number of Dementors surged in from multiple entrances. They first pounced on the shivering Muggles, opening their black hole-like mouths and wildly sucking out their life force.
Surrounded on all sides by Dementors, Sirius Black couldn't defend himself from every direction. As a result, one of them pinned him to the wall.
His wand-wielding hand was seized, and the Dementor also grabbed his neck, pressing him against the wall.
If it had been a burly woman doing this instead, it wouldn't have felt out of place in the slightest.
Face to face, the Dementor began ravenously sucking Sirius Black's life force.
The handsome Harry Potter did not escape the same fate. He too was pinned to the wall by a Dementor.
His right hand holding the wand was grabbed, and his neck was caught in the other's grasp.
But then, something strange happened—the other Dementors began to show interest in Harry Potter's left hand.
One Dementor pressed its hand against Harry's left forearm and slid off a protective armguard.
Regulus Black had placed a seal on the handsome Harry Potter—the Soul Guardian Seal: Sixfold Ensemble—a type of invisible magical artifact composed of six interlocking layers of protection. It tightly suppressed the fragment of Voldemort's soul inside him while also shielding Harry's own soul. This had been verified by Dumbledore and the Auror Department.
As long as the Soul Guardian Seal: Sixfold Ensemble remained intact, Harry's soul would remain in control.
Moreover, not just anyone could remove or even see this seal.
Since it acted on the soul, only souls could perceive or touch it. Any being with a physical body—including all wizards and Muggles—was incapable of seeing or interacting with the seal.
Because this seal specifically targeted the Voldemort soul fragment within Harry, it could exert such a powerful suppressive effect.
Even Regulus Black himself, after placing the seal, could no longer see or touch the armguards.
In everyday life, these sealed armguards didn't affect the handsome Harry Potter at all.
But unexpectedly, Dementors—beings that possessed both physical and soul-like attributes—could actually see and touch the armguards.
For a race that had never used magical tools, this was both astonishing and incredibly tempting.
The Dementor that had removed the first armguard immediately put it on and let out a sound that could only be described as delight.
Then a second Dementor approached, attempting to remove a second armguard.
Sirius Black was pinned to the wall by a Dementor, the handsome Harry Potter was likewise pinned, and even the innocent Muggles were being "kissed" by the Dementors. The temperature beneath the entire bridge dropped below freezing.
The whole world plunged into despair.
'How many of my sealed armguards have the Dementors taken already?'
Dazed from having too much of his life force drained, Harry Potter found himself pondering the question.
'What will happen to me if all six are taken?'
The Soul Guardian Seal: Sixfold Ensemble served two functions: to seal Voldemort's soul and to protect Harry's. It worked by dividing Voldemort's soul into multiple fragments and sealing them into six separate armguards.
This meant that within Harry's body, there existed an original Voldemort soul fragment.
And the main portion of Voldemort's soul had now been divided into six parts and sealed within the armguards.
If the Dementors took away these six sealed armguards, it would mean they had taken the main Voldemort soul with them.
Harry's body would return to its original state—coexisting with a single fragment of Voldemort's soul.
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