Time flowed forward once more.
But Hogwarts would never be the same.
Not after what had been seen.
Not after what had been fought.
And certainly not after Aarav Gaunt—Arcum Magnus Eternus—had rewritten the boundaries of what magic could be.
Now, it was time to prepare the future.
Room 9B, once a dusty artifact archive, had been transformed.
Now, its walls shimmered with live cosmographs, floating timelines, and gravity-defying blackboard chalk that taught in three languages at once.
It was the first day of Advanced Multiversal Magic Theory.
Aarav stood at the front, cloaked not in power, but in calm authority.
"Rule One," he said,
"If you can punch through a reality wall… don't. At least not without a permit."
Laughter. But every student scribbled it down seriously.
Among his students were:
Lyra Moonstone – Half-veela, mind like a kaleidoscope, already experimenting with portal glyphs.
Dev Patel – Muggle-born, brilliant in tech-magic fusion. Accidentally opened a rift to Wakanda during his first quiz.
Cecilia Lestrange – Great-granddaughter of Bellatrix, seeking redemption through complexity, not apologies.
Kota Stark – An exchange student from Marvel's Utopia Academy. Wields tech-magic gauntlets and reads Hogwarts: A History for fun.
Aarav watched them argue, solve, question, and sometimes blow things up.
He smiled.
This… was worth everything.
Outside Hogwarts, change swept the world.
The International Confederation of Wizards passed the Multiverse Accord, legalizing inter-dimensional collaboration under licensed wizards.
Kamar-Taj launched the Planeswalker Initiative, a new corps trained to respond to threats across timelines.
Asgard's Sky College invited Hogwarts to co-develop a curriculum titled "Runes of Star and Shadow."
Muggle scientists in Tokyo observed a ripple in spacetime—and couldn't explain it.
But the magical world knew.
It was the Anchor's Ripple.
One day, Aarav was meditating above the Great Lake when he felt a pulse.
Not from Earth.
Not from any realm he'd bound.
But below.
Far below.
His System flickered for the first time in weeks.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION:
Anomaly Detected: Pre-Magic Resonance
Location: Submerged Temple – Coordinates: [REDACTED]
Realm: Earth
Archive Reference: Atlantis
Warning: Sealed Language Detected – Cannot Auto-Translate
Would you like to accept sidequest?
→ [YES] | NO
Aarav opened his eyes.
"Atlantis…? That place was just a myth."
But the rune on his palm began to glow.
"Not anymore."
Aarav reached for his wand, for his cloak, and for his travel book.
Within an hour, his next team assembled in the Room of Requirement, reconfigured into a submarine bay:
Wanda Maximoff – Wielding Chaos Sigils adapted for underwater dimensional magic.
Hermione Granger – Studying Atlantean proto-script with a hunger for forgotten truth.
Dev Patel – Just excited to wear enchanted diving armor he built from Stark schematics.
Neville Longbottom – Unexpectedly vital, as his bond with deep-earth plants revealed paths through sunken caves.
"I don't know what's under the waves," Aarav said.
"But I feel something older than Atrazul. Something watching."
Hermione looked up.
"You think… Atlantis has a Heart?"
"No," Aarav said.
"I think Atlantis is one."