Harry Potter: Toji Potter

Bell and Harry stood before the gaping maw of the Dungeon's entrance once more.

Today was different.

Today, they wouldn't stop until their bodies forced them to.

Before their descent, they purchased two healing potions—one for each of them. The potion was supposed to bring them back to peak condition, even if they were near death. It was an essential safeguard for their deep dive.

And so, they ventured forth with one rule in mind:

If one of them reached their limit on a floor, they would remain there and refine their skills until the other returned.

Bell's Journey:

The early floors were an absolute joke.

Floors 1-4 (Safe Zone) Monsters: Goblins, Kobolds, Dungeon Lizards Threat Level: None – Too weak to be a challenge for someone at Bell's level.

Floors 5-7 (Moderate Threat) Monsters: War Shadows, Killer Ants Threat Level: Minimal – The only real problem was if they swarmed him, but Bell's speed and reflexes made short work of them.

Floors 8-12 (Challenging Zone) Monsters: Purple Moths, Needle Rabbits, Silverbacks Threat Level: Manageable – Silverbacks were tricky, but Bell had enough combat instincts to take them down.

Floors 13-17 (High Threat Zone) Monsters: Minotaurs, Hellhounds, Almiraj Threat Level: High – Minotaurs pushed him to his limits, Hellhounds' fire attacks forced him to dodge constantly, and Almiraj were relentless.

Still, he pressed on.

Floor 18 (Rivira Safe Zone) Threat Level: Safe Haven – A much-needed rest spot.

But Bell wasn't here to rest—he was here to push forward.

Floors 19-24 (Severe Threat Zone) Monsters: Lambtons, Wyverns, and the Floor Boss: Goliath Threat Level: Extreme – The creatures here were far beyond what a Level 1 Adventurer should be able to handle.

Yet, Bell persevered.

He managed to slay a Wyvern and even held his own against a Mammoth Fool, though it nearly broke his ribs in the process.

Then came Floor 24.

"This is my limit," Bell finally admitted, breathing heavily as he crushed a Mad Beetle's skull.

Here, he would remain—grinding, fighting, honing himself until he could push further.

Unbeknownst to him, Liaris Freese had heard his silent longing for strength, causing his growth rate to skyrocket.

Every swing, every dodge, every drop of sweat—his stats rose far faster than normal.

Harry's Descent: 

Unlike Bell, Harry didn't slow down.

No, he breezed through.

The first 24 floors?

Laughable.

He punched and sliced through monsters like they were made of paper, moving at a blazing pace.

Floor 25? Gone.Floor 30? Gone.Floor 40? Barely worth mentioning.

He didn't stop until Floor 70.

And that's when he noticed something off.

The records of the Zeus Familia described the Dungeon differently.

This place was uncharted, far more vast than what was recorded.

There were only three possibilities:

Someone had tampered with the Dungeon. The Dungeon was mutating on its own. The Zeus Familia had lied—hiding the true depth of their explorations.

Whatever the case…

Harry had just stepped into the unknown.

"Oh? This is gonna be fun."

A wide grin spread across Harry's face as he surveyed the battlefield.

This floor—supposed to be a Jungle-type environment according to Zeus Familia records—was instead a Winter Hellscape.

Towering Golems sculpted from pure permafrost stood like ancient sentinels, their blue eyes glowing ominously.

Massive dragons, their scales white as death, lurked in the mist, their icy breath freezing the very air itself.

And the best part?

There were about seven hundred of them.

Harry casually stepped off the edge of a 70-meter drop, letting gravity take him.

Most would brace for impact. Most would roll upon landing.

Harry?

He landed flat-footed, hands in pockets, like he had just stepped off a curb.

"Alright, lads," he said, pulling a dagger from his belt and twirling it between his fingers. "Let's see what you're made of."

He infused the blade with magic, sending a razor-sharp flying slash toward the nearest Ice Golem.

It hit dead center.

The attack barely left a scratch.

Harry whistled. "Oh, you lot are tanky, huh?"

The Ice Golem responded by slamming a massive fist down at him, aiming to turn him into a Harry-sicle.

Harry sidestepped effortlessly, his footwork clean as if he were dancing.

"Nah, mate—can't be gettin' done in by a bloody ice cube."

With a flick of his wrist, his dagger blurred, carving an arc through the frozen air as he slashed at the golem's leg.

Nothing.

Harry blinked. "Oi. Are you tellin' me I actually have to try?"

His grin widened. "Brilliant."

Harry dashed forward, dagger held in reverse grip.

A massive Ice Drake lunged at him, frost-covered fangs snapping forward, only for Harry to slide under its throat with a single swift motion.

SHANK!

A deep gash tore across the beast's neck, but it didn't go down instantly. Instead, the wound froze over, sealing itself before the dragon could bleed out.

Harry clicked his tongue. "Ah, right. Ice dragons. They don't just die to a cheeky stab, do they?"

The dragon roared, spewing an avalanche of frost in his direction.

Harry reacted instantly, twisting his body and kicking off the ground with a burst of power, flipping over the attack mid-air.

As he spun, he charged up a Cero in his palm.

A normal Cero? Too weak.

A Cero Oscuras? Not worth the effort.

No, what he needed was something that would bypass this ridiculous durability…

"Cero Bri'ish."

A thin, concentrated green beam shot from his fingertip, laced with the Avada Kedavra curse.

It drilled through the dragon's skull, instant death.

Harry chuckled. "Should've paid your knife taxes, mate."

More monsters charged in.

An Ice Mammoth stomped forward, tusks like giant frozen blades. A swarm of Wyverns circled above, preparing to bombard him with frost breath. A trio of Ice Golems lumbered closer, their fists glowing with raw, freezing magic.

Harry rolled his shoulders. "Alright, time for a warm-up."

He vanished.

One moment, he was standing in place—then BOOM, he was inside the Wyvern swarm.

His movements blurred, his dagger flashing.

Wyverns fell from the sky, each one stabbed through a vital point before they could react.

He appeared on top of the Mammoth, grabbing its fur to swing himself onto its head.

With a flick of his wrist, he drove his dagger straight into its skull, embedding it deep.

The beast thrashed violently, but Harry rode it like a rodeo champ, gripping tightly as he charged up another Cero.

"Oi, Golems—catch."

He fired a full-powered Cero Oscuras, obliterating the entire front row of Ice Golems in a flash of black energy.

The battlefield was now a chaos of ice and blood.

But Harry wasn't done yet.

In one swift motion, he flicked his dagger into the air, clasped his hands together, and began charging.

The energy in his palms darkened, condensing into a blindingly bright sphere.

With one murderous grin, he unleashed—

"CERO ROYALE!"

A massive green-black wave engulfed everything in front of him, erasing 90% of the remaining monsters in a single, apocalyptic blast.

When the dust cleared, only a few stragglers remained.

Harry casually caught his dagger, gave it a twirl, and flicked it forward—one last shank to finish the job.

The final enemy collapsed.

Harry stood atop the mountain of corpses, exhaling as his breath fogged in the icy air.

"Bloody hell," he muttered. "That was a workout."

Looking around, he saw the remains of hundreds of monsters, bodies either vaporized or sliced apart.

And despite all that effort…

He was barely out of breath.

"Right then," he muttered, rolling his neck. "Guess I'll keep going."

AN: How do y'all like Harry unleashing his inner bri'ish self?