The Fallen Heiress

With a slight twist of space, three figures abruptly appeared in a relatively secluded corner of Diagon Alley.

This was still the bustling wizarding commercial district. The streets teemed with people, shop windows displayed all manner of strange magical goods, and now and then, elegantly robed wizards could be seen haggling with shop clerks. The air was filled with the familiar mingled scent of pumpkin juice, Honeydukes sweets, and parchment.

Once Skylar had steadied himself, he raised a hand to adjust his collar. Then he took out his wand and gave it a light flick—

His body began to change silently.

His originally handsome, slightly roguish face changed at a visible pace. The lines of his features grew more rugged, his blond hair gradually darkened until it became a head of short dark-brown hair, and even his build grew slightly taller. His aura shifted from aristocratic elegance and coldness into that of a steady, mature adventurer in his thirties, weathered by countless hardships.

—It was the appearance of Carter Yang from his previous life.

His original destination had been Ella Cottage, but with Katarina in tow, it was clearly unsuitable to let an outsider learn of such an important base as Ella Cottage.

"Now, let's go." His voice was low and calm, a faint smile curling his lips.

Fleur watched his transformation curiously. Unable to resist, she stepped forward and touched his cheek, only to discover in surprise that even the feel of his skin had changed.

"That's incredible." She chuckled, then looped her arm through Skylar's. "Since you've changed your face, what should I call you?"

"My name in this identity is Carter Yang." Skylar shrugged and headed toward the Leaky Cauldron.

The Leaky Cauldron.

Pushing open the half-worn wooden door, they found the Leaky Cauldron still filled with