I Thought It Was Harry Potter

Even after a century, the Leaky Cauldron was still as filthy and cramped as Harry remembered.

The moment he pushed open the door, a heavy smell of alcohol hit him, mixed with the stench of secondhand smoke.

Everyone here seemed to know Hagrid. At the sight of his enormous figure, several customers seated at the bar raised their glasses and loudly welcomed him.

"Same as usual, Hagrid?" asked Tom, the owner behind the bar.

"Oh, no, Tom. I've got something important to do." Hagrid declined, casually patting Harry's skinny shoulder as he boomed, "I've still got to take Harry to Diagon Alley."

The instant they heard Harry's name, the bar's bustling chatter fell silent. Everyone held their breath and looked at Hagrid—or, more precisely, the small Harry beside him.

"My heavens, is it really you?" The glass Tom had been polishing slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

He hurried out from behind the bar, trotting up to Harry and grabbing his hand with tears in his eyes.

"Harry Potter, what an honor—welcome, welcome back!"

Harry was both surprised and at a loss.

Could it be that even people a century later still remembered how he had wiped out The Ashwinder Party and suppressed the Goblin Rebellion?

Since they could recognize him, did that mean—

He did not know what to say. Everyone was staring at him, crowding forward to shake his hand.

"It's such an honor, Mr. Potter, such an honor."

"I've been hoping to shake your hand for ages—my heart's pounding."

After allowing the wizards to express their admiration for Harry, Hagrid finally pulled him away. "Sorry, everyone, but I still need to take Harry to Diagon Alley to buy some things."

With that, he rescued Harry from the crowd.

"See? I told you that you were famous," Hagrid said with a grin.

Harry smiled at Hagrid and asked casually, "Why are they... acting like this?"

"Why are they acting like this?" Hagrid gave Harry an exaggerated slap on the back. "You defeated the most terrible Dark Wizard of this century. You deserve that kind of respect!"

So that was it...

Harry nodded in understanding, inwardly letting out a sigh of relief.

It was good that they had not recognized him as that Harry Potter from a century ago.

Time was a taboo. The ability to travel through time and return to one's youth was enough to drive anyone mad.

What was more, the fact that "that Harry" was one of the inheritors of Ancient Magic had not exactly been a secret in the Magical World a century ago.

Dark Wizards coveting Ancient Magic had openly launched attacks on the road while students were transferring schools. Harry did not think the Dark Wizards of this era would be any