New Quest Update:
[The Path of the Lost Archmage]
• Discover the secret of where magic truly comes from.
• Find out what the Lords of Magic are hiding.
• Difficulty: Extreme
• Progress: 0%
• Reward: ???
The Burden of Knowledge
Harry sat in his room, staring at the ancient parchment his mother had given him. The words still burned in his mind.
"Merlin has given the order. Mordred will be erased."
The truth had shattered everything he thought he knew. Merlin—the greatest wizard in history—wasn't just a hero. He was also a liar.
Mordred wasn't a traitor. They were a threat.
And now, centuries later, Harry was walking the same path.
His Gamer System hummed at the edge of his awareness, waiting for him to make his next move.
New Objective: Locate the First Clue.
• Mordred's fate was sealed by the Lords of Magic, but traces of their existence remain. The first step is finding what they left behind.
• Time Limit: None
• Reward: Skill Upgrade or ???
Harry's fingers tightened around the parchment.
If there were any records left, they wouldn't be in Hogwarts or the Ministry.
They'd be in places hidden from time itself.
But where do I start?
His Mystic Insight pulsed, sending a whisper of magic across the room. The journal, the parchment, the ancient words—they all reacted.
And then, in the dim candlelight, the ink on the parchment shifted.
New words appeared beneath the old ones.
Seek the Last Seer.
For the past is not truly past, and the dead do not sleep.
Harry's breath caught.
Someone had left a message. And not just anyone.
A Seer.
A survivor from the time of the Archmages.
But that was impossible.
Seers were rare. True Seers—those who could glimpse across time itself—were even rarer.
And the most powerful ones? They were all dead.
Or so history claimed.
The Shadow in the Library
Harry needed to think.
He tucked the parchment inside his pocket and made his way to the Potter library.
The house was quiet. Too quiet.
His mother and father had left for a meeting with the Order, and the elves had retired for the night.
That left Harry alone.
He reached the library and moved towards the restricted section, where his parents kept the oldest books.
He was about to pull out a tome on Seers and Lost Magic when—
A chill ran down his spine.
The candles flickered.
A presence brushed against the edge of his senses.
I'm not alone.
His Gamer System reacted instantly.
Danger Detected!
• An unknown entity is watching you.
• Engaging [Mystic Insight]…
Harry turned slowly.
In the dim candlelight, a figure stood between the bookshelves, half-hidden in the shadows.
They were cloaked in dark robes, their face obscured beneath a hood.
And yet—
Harry's magic whispered to him, warning him that this person was not normal.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, keeping his voice calm.
The figure tilted their head, their voice soft, yet layered with power.
"You walk a path long abandoned, child of Potter."
Harry's heartbeat quickened.
Whoever they were, they knew.
"You're the one who left that message, aren't you?"
The figure chuckled—a quiet, knowing sound.
"No," they said. "But I am here because of it."
Harry clenched his fists. "What do you want?"
The figure took a slow step forward. "To offer a warning."
The air grew colder.
"Knowledge is power, but power comes with a price," the figure continued. "The Lords of Magic do not take kindly to those who seek what was buried. If you continue down this road…"
Their voice lowered, almost a whisper.
"They will come for you."
A sharp chill ran through Harry's bones.
"The Lords of Magic?" he repeated.
The figure nodded. "They are not just old wizards, child. They are something more. They have survived the rise and fall of civilizations. They have rewritten history."
Harry's mind raced.
"Then tell me—who are you?"
The figure hesitated for the first time.
Then, in a quiet voice, they said:
"I am the last of the Forgotten."
Harry's Gamer System flashed red.
NEW ENTITY IDENTIFIED: ???
• True Name Unknown.
• Classification: ???
• Threat Level: ???
"That's not an answer," Harry said, his magic pulsing beneath his skin.
The figure laughed softly, as if amused.
"You are too much like him," they murmured.
Harry frowned. "Like who?"
The figure took another step back, the shadows pulling them away from sight.
"Like Mordred."
Then—
They were gone.
Harry stood frozen, his mind racing.
The last of the Forgotten.
The Lords of Magic.
And Mordred.
All of it was connected.
He didn't know how yet. But one thing was clear—
He wasn't just uncovering history anymore.
He was becoming part of it.
New Quest Activated: [The Forgotten Ones]
• Find out who the "Forgotten" are and why they are watching you.
• Unravel the connection between Mordred and the Lords of Magic.
• Difficulty: Extreme
• Reward: ???
The Next Step
Harry took a slow breath, forcing his racing heart to steady.
A warning wasn't going to scare him away.
If anything, it only made him more determined.
The Lords of Magic had erased history.
But now?
He was going to bring it back.
And no force in the world was going to stop him.