Harry Potter and The Game of Eternity

New Quest Update:

[The Path of the Lost Archmage]

• You have drawn the attention of those who wish to keep history buried.

• Uncover what Mordred knew about magic's origin.

• Next Objective: Seek out an ancient site tied to Mordred's past.

• Difficulty: High

• Reward: ???

Lingering Shadows

Harry sat on the cold stone floor of the Potter Vault, his breath still ragged from the encounter. The dagger of Mordred pulsed faintly in his hand, its dark surface reflecting the flickering light from the torches lining the walls.

"You wield the old magic."

The Watcher's words echoed in his mind, their presence still lingering like a shadow at the edge of his thoughts. They hadn't come to kill him—not yet.

They had been testing him.

Harry's Gamer System flickered with new notifications.

Quest Update: [The Watchers of the Lost Age]

• Status: Active

• Objective: Survive encounters with the Watchers.

• Progress: 10%

New Skill Acquired: [Shadow Sight] (Lv. 1)

• Effect: Allows the user to detect hidden magical presences and disturbances in shadows.

• Range: 15 meters

• Cooldown: 30 seconds

Harry closed his eyes and activated the skill for the first time.

The world around him shifted.

The colors faded, replaced by hues of gray and blue, and faint threads of magic became visible—like cracks in the very fabric of reality.

And there, near the door to the vault, was a faint trail of dark energy, lingering where the Watcher had stood.

They left a trace.

His heart raced.

If he could track them, maybe he could find out more about the Lords of Magic—or even discover why they feared Mordred's legacy so much.

Harry stood, his determination sharpening.

He had a lead.

Now it was time to follow it.

Leaving the Vault

As Harry exited the vault, dawn was just beginning to paint the sky with streaks of orange and pink. The Potter Manor was quiet, the stillness of the morning contrasting sharply with the chaos that churned in his mind.

His mother and father were still away, likely tied up with Order business.

Good. Less explaining to do.

Harry made his way to his room, tucked Mordred's dagger safely beneath the floorboards, and gathered a small satchel with essentials: his wand, a few potions, and the ancient journal that had started all of this.

He wasn't just going to sit and wait for the next Watcher to find him.

He was going to find them.

The Chase Begins

Using Shadow Sight again, Harry followed the faint magical trail left behind by the Watcher. It led him beyond the grounds of the manor, into the forest at the edge of Godric's Hollow.

The deeper he went, the colder it became.

The trail grew stronger, dark tendrils of energy clinging to the trees like vines.

Eventually, the path led to the mouth of a hidden cave, its entrance obscured by thick brambles and ancient wards.

Harry's Mystic Insight flared to life.

[Ancient Ward Detected]

• Type: Concealment & Repulsion

• Purpose: Hide entry from magical detection

• Status: Weak due to age

Harry extended his hand, channeling his magic into the wards.

The brambles withered, the illusion fading to reveal a narrow tunnel leading into darkness.

This is it.

He stepped inside.

The Forgotten Sanctum

The tunnel opened into a vast underground chamber, its walls carved with ancient runes that glowed faintly under Harry's gaze.

At the center stood an altar, and beside it—

Another figure.

Not the Watcher from before, but someone different.

They wore tattered robes, their face hidden beneath a hood, but their presence was familiar—as if Harry had felt it in his dreams.

The figure spoke without turning around.

"You've found your way here faster than I expected."

Harry's hand instinctively went to his wand.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

The figure slowly turned, revealing pale, silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through him.

"I am no Watcher," they replied softly. "I am a memory… a fragment left behind."

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"A memory of what?"

The figure stepped closer, their voice dropping to a whisper.

"Of Mordred."

The Legacy Revealed

The figure extended a hand, and Harry felt a pull—not physical, but magical, as if something deep within him was responding.

"You carry their magic," the figure said. "The dagger was the key to unlocking what was buried in your blood."

Harry's pulse quickened.

"My blood?"

"Yes. You are not just the Heir of the Potters. You are the last descendant of the Archmages."

Harry's mind reeled.

Descendant?

His Gamer System flashed with new updates.

New Title Unlocked: [Heir of the Lost Archmage]

• You carry the bloodline of Mordred, the last true Archmage.

• Effects:

• +15% to all magical abilities

• Increased resistance to magical manipulation

• Unlocks hidden quests related to the Archmages

Harry took a shaky breath, trying to process it all.

"I thought Mordred died without an heir," he whispered.

The figure's smile was faint, almost sad.

"That's what the Lords of Magic wanted the world to believe."

The Coming Storm

The figure waved their hand, and images flared to life—visions of ancient battles, towering spires crumbling, and magic so powerful it could reshape reality itself.

"Mordred was not the villain history painted them to be," the figure continued. "They were a rebel, yes—but because they sought the truth. A truth that threatened the very foundation of the Lords' power."

Harry clenched his fists.

"And what is that truth?"

The figure's expression grew dark.

"That magic does not belong to the Lords. It belongs to everyone."

The words hit Harry like a spell.

The Lords of Magic had controlled not just history—but the very source of magic itself.

And Mordred had tried to stop them.

But they failed.

Now, Harry was walking the same path.

New Quest Activated: [The Rebellion of Magic]

• Uncover the true source of magic and challenge the authority of the Lords.

• Objective: Find the lost relics of the Archmages.

• Difficulty: Legendary

• Reward: ???

The figure began to fade, their form dissolving like mist.

"But be warned," they whispered. "The Watchers were only the beginning. The Lords will come for you. And they will not stop."

Harry stared into the fading light, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination.

Let them come.

He was ready.

End of Chapter 11