Cosmic Generation

Hermione's disapproval of the wave of duels was eventually contained.

Because something even more worthy of everyone's attention is about to appear—the third trial, another unknown parallel universe, the final round of the Triwizard Tournament held by the Behind-the-Scenes God.

Early in the morning, Ron, holding a palm-sized Acromantula, waited expectantly in the Great Hall.

"Harry hasn't returned yet, and there's only one minute left. Could he have missed it, since he's in another world?"

He didn't realize that what he held in his hand wasn't Bird Serpent, and because of his worry for Harry, he unintentionally learned the Bird Serpent's abilities and used them on the All-Seer (his name as Acromantula).

This scene went unnoticed by anyone except for Basil, who wasn't paying much attention to the match.

Ginny gazed at Harry on the screen in her mind, saying goodbye to Roan, Harley, Draco.

Fred and George, like the other students, gazed at the Goblet of Fire in the Entrance Hall.

There, Phoebe, Krum, Cedric stood by, waiting for the countdown to reach zero.

"I'm not too late, am I?" Harry said as he returned to the Entrance Hall of Goblet of Fire as a reference point in the last 10 seconds.

Lily, who was next to Snape, disappeared into Harry's body in a blur.

Snape looked at the spot where Lily had disappeared, his eyes returning to their vacant state.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and retrieved the Acromantula he had been holding to relieve the pressure. Even now, he still had no idea what a feat he had accomplished—learning the abilities of a summoned creature and using them on another summoned creature.

If Lavender knew, she would Ron even more.

Who wouldn't want their boyfriend to have the ability to freely scale body tissues?

For the others, Harry's appearance was merely a brief distraction.

Harry's appearances and disappearances can be detected through the screen in their minds.

They are now only hoping for one thing: that the Behind-the-Scenes God will descend once more.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the countdown on the screen summoned by Harry and his friends finally reached zero.

The people in the Entrance Hall Great Hall unconsciously looked up again.

I still didn't see or hear anything, yet the boundless sea of stars appeared in my mind.

The marks on the backs of the four Champion' hands once again pulled their right hands high, emitting a dazzling light. Stars converged.

As the core of the competition, the ceiling of the Goblet of Goblet of Fire's Entrance Hall, which has been transformed by the power of the Behind-the-Scenes God, once again projects the image in the hearts of the audience: that boundless sea of stars.

Then time stopped at that moment.

Harry and his companions, whose senses were beyond human comprehension, could clearly perceive these subtle changes.

The air stopped moving, and the dust particles in the sunlight seemed to freeze like mosquitoes encased in amber. The Plimpy that had leaped out of the lake and was about to return to the water stopped at the moment of touching the surface.

To other viewers, it was simply the light descending once again.

Holy, majestic, sacred, grand, eternal, ancient—no words can fully describe the coming of light, the coming of the God who rules over all of this.

As His name reappeared without cause, the marks on the backs of the four Champion's hands appeared in everyone's minds, occupying their thoughts, even though no one was paying attention.

As they began to burn, their intricate patterns were gradually erased, and their bodies were slowly enveloped in golden flames, their outlines within the flames slowly dissipating.

God said nothing, but all the audience felt His gaze withdraw, and the oppressive feeling that seemed like the immeasurable universe was also withdrawn, signifying that His Eternity light was also gradually disappearing.

The audience returned to reality and regained control of their bodies.

The brilliant ocean of stars in his heart had also disappeared, and the figures of Harry and his three companions, who had vanished, appeared on four screens.

Where is this?

Harry still remembers the feeling of golden flames burning the back of his hands and body, like being naked for a minute in minus twenty degrees Celsius before jumping into a scalding hot bath.

Now, the back of my hand is as smooth as new.

The mark that represented his contract with his mother has disappeared.

Fortunately, the connection between the Magic Immortal Artifact is far more complex than that.

He could still sense his mother's presence, but she was now in a dazed sleep and would need some time to wake up.

However, this also shows that this really is the final trial.

The Holly Wand he always carried, and the Magic Treasure Book his mother had brought him last, were still in his pocket.

If you're talking about pockets...

Harry reached into the air on his right and pulled out the Holly Wand.

He could sense a space connected to his mind, roughly the size of the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts, and he could clearly perceive the things placed inside.

Besides his own belongings, such as the encyclopedia and wand, there were some Muggle- style clothes like the one he was wearing, some licorice-like sticks, and plastic-bottled drinks.

There was nothing else.

There was nothing on him that revealed his Present Body.

All he could know was that this world was not simple, after all, he had a personal space connected to his spirit.

Aside from the inconvenience of needing to open a passage to retrieve it by hand rather than summoning it directly, it already exceeds the current level of magic in their world.

However, the most important thing now is to find out where he is.

The soil on the ground was gray, and the Muggle streetlights lining the empty, desolate road gave off a hint of civilization.

Besides that, there is only an endless desert of gray soil.

Looking up, the sky was purple; there was no sun.

"Am I still on Earth? Should I go upwards?"

Harry looked up and saw that the sloping road indicated he was probably halfway up the mountain.

Then he started to accelerate, going upwards.

"Is this a crater?"

("Is this Canada or Australia?" Dumbledore guessed, noting that these two countries had the most craters on Earth.)

(However, what's important isn't the mountain's appearance, but the building nestled in the depression of the crater.)

"SPEW"

"S.P.E.W.?"

("What S.P.E.W.!" Hermione exclaimed, speechless. "It's Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare for Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare!")

(But Hermione soon lit up with joy, "Could I be here? Me, the one who founded SPEW?")

Harry didn't connect this to Hermione.

In this timeline, Hermione didn't launch a large-scale SPEW operation, but quickly backed down due to other matters.

When Hermione was promoting it, Harry had just completed his second trial, juggling his wedding with Ginny and the live broadcast between the two worlds.

"This looks like a library."

As they spoke, Harry had already arrived at the strange building from the top of the crater.

Because it transformed into a ghostly state and then accelerated, it left no trace on the ground, nor did it generate any howling wind due to its extreme speed. Instead, it appeared in front of the gate without any smoke or fire, as if it were Apparition controlled to perfection without any sound of air explosion.

But the door still sensed Harry's arrival.

It will open automatically.

A little creature came running towards him from the center of the room. "Potter, you're finally back!"

Is this my home?

Harry remained unmoved.

The little creature in front of me was a House-elf with a long, thin nose like a pencil, bat-like ears, long fingers and feet—and a tea towel wrapped around its body labeled SPEW.

'SPEW, is that my family crest?'

Harry clicked on the pop-up window that only he could see.

He first looked at the top left corner, 'I haven't changed. Am I still the same as before? Am I still playing myself in this world?'

'No, my name is Daniel Potter. Am I a descendant or an ancestor?'

Harry didn't continue looking at the tree diagram of relationships below.

Everything in the room captured his full attention.

It was as if he had entered the library of the male wizard's lounge in the previous world.

The room was divided into aisles lined with bookshelves filled with books. The ceiling was high, and House-elf dressed like the House-elf in front of him stood on Flying Carpet, moving among them, dusting and tidying up.

As the House-elf led him past them, they all laughed, bowed, and curtsied.

("Slave activities!" Hermione's face, which had just been overjoyed that this place might be her creation, instantly turned grim.)

After walking for about ten minutes, the bookshelf disappeared, and a cozy round room appeared before his eyes.

Harry stopped in his tracks, a strong sense of oppression emanating from the boy who had his back to him.

Harry was incredibly surprised; even Riddle from the Rune Card World couldn't give him such a strong sense of crisis.

Moreover, this was just a silhouette, an aura that was unconsciously emanating from it.

After the House-elf took his leave, the boy turned around.

("Bucky! It's you, Bucky!" Hermione's gloomy face broke into a smile again.)

"Basil?" Harry recognized the boy in front of him and couldn't help but say it aloud.

"You're finally back, Harry!" The boy stood up.

"Harry?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Oh, you want to call me by my own name again? I'll call you Daniel from now on—"

"No need, just call me Harry," Harry quickly stopped him.

"A wise choice," Basil nodded. "To inherit the name of one's ancestors is not only a testament to ability, but also an honor."

("Ancestors?" Dumbledore frowned. "Is this a world hundreds of years in the future?")

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time. Now that you're able to go home, it means you've become a qualified Gryffindor."

(Dumbledore was exasperated. Good news: Hogwarts is still here. Bad news: those who don't pass the test can't go home.)

(This isn't a school, it's a prison.)

"It's time to build our own Nuclear Reactor."

"Only with the Nuclear Reactor can you be considered a true knight, capable of piloting a mech."

"Come with me," Basil walked toward the fireplace, sprinkling some shimmering powder inside. "You should remember Ollivander's coordinates. B-13."

(Ron was a little confused. "It's just the Floo Network, right? Just say the name. It's just that the color has changed to blue, why is it so complicated, with numbers to remember? Isn't this the future? It should be more advanced.")

(Ollivander utterly confused, "What does the Nuclear Reactor have to do with me?")

Harry and Ron shared the same doubts, but he still adhered to the principle of speaking less, observing more, and listening more.

After all, they knew nothing about Nuclear Reactor, knights, light armor, or even Gryffindor.

So, after Basil disappeared into the blue flames, he wasn't surprised that Basil didn't call out Ollivander's name or coordinates. Instead, he imitated Basil's actions (down to the point of raising an eyebrow) and stepped into the flames.

Merlin's Beard!

Harry gasped in surprise as a massive projection of the Solar System appeared before him.

If you ride the Floo Network, you will feel dizzy. If you can adapt and open your eyes, you can see the furnace door and the blurry scene behind it, and then you will fall to the address mentioned before entering the Floo Network.

Now, he felt no dizziness; his body was steadily suspended in mid-air.

There was nothingness all around, only the projection of the Solar System in front of him.

"B—"

He tried to say the coordinates that Basil had given him, and then he saw the projection of the Solar System suddenly magnify, and then the cratered white ball next to the blue planet began to appear in front of him.

A possibility began to emerge in his mind.

However, he did not hesitate and continued, "13."

A sudden pulling force came from his body, as if he were falling from a great height, or as if the moon was crashing into him.

The moon's projection continued to zoom in, and buildings (including SPEW) and craters flashed by.

(Dumbledore finally realized, "This is the Cosmic Generation. This is not just the Floo Network, but stargates connecting planets.")

Then the pulling force suddenly disappeared, and he landed steadily on the ground.

Looking up, a blue portal above his head slowly shrank.

However, the building in front of him surprised him even more.

When you mention Ollivander, the first thing that comes to mind is the peeling gold lettering on the photos and the small, shabby shop.

But right now, there is indeed a small and run-down Ollivander next door.

Even the same thing is written on it:

Ollivander: He has been crafting fine wands since 382 BC.

In the dusty shop window, the same magic wand sits forlornly on a faded purple cushion.

However, next to this small and dilapidated Ollivander was a luxurious building.

The signboard is made of emeralds and reads:

Ollivander: Automated processes create your own Force Furnace, the first unmanned store.

"The Force Furnace, not the Nuclear Reactor?" Harry asked, puzzled. "And 'no one' refers to..."

"They're all the same thing. The Force Furnace is because the power we New Human use is the Force. If we were still from the old generation, we'd probably call it the Magic Power Furnace."

("Magic renamed the Force? Why?" Dumbledore, somewhat puzzled.)

"The reason is that Nuclear Reactor can only be built using processes at the atomic level."

(Voldemort's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Although an atom isn't the smallest particle that makes up matter, it's still small enough.)

"No one" is the literal meaning.

"Ollivander only stays in that run-down wand shop, while this Nuclear Reactor -making shop in front of us doesn't need any guidance or service."

"Just pay the money, insert the wand that's been fitted to you, and a Nuclear Reactor will be completed."

"Then my wand," Harry said, no longer bothering to hide his ignorance of the world. He looked at his Holly Wand, still remembering the warmth he felt through his fingers when he first encountered it.

"It's just accompanying you in another way, as the core of the Nuclear Reactor," Basil advised, seemingly understanding Harry's thoughts.