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London. Rita Skeeter had also tried out the new features on the Magic Phone. Unlike everyone else, her eyes were glued to the App Store.
Even though the store only had Wizard's Chess right now, Rita could already see the promise Sullivan had made her coming true.
She fired off a message right away: "Mr. Su, the Magic Phone update is absolutely fantastic! You truly are the greatest alchemist in the world!"
"Cut the flattery and get to the point," Sullivan replied, seeing straight through her.
"Well, you see, Mr. Su… about that newspaper you mentioned could run directly on the Magic Phone—when exactly will that be ready?" Rita asked with an obviously ingratiating smile.
Sullivan didn't answer. Instead he pulled Rita Skeeter and the Weasley twins into a new group chat. He messaged the twins: "Great work on Wizard's Chess. Our next app is going to be a newspaper. Rita Skeeter here is in charge. Build the framework exactly the way she wants it."
The twins were already brainstorming their second project. The networked Wizard's Chess had opened a whole new world of possibilities for them. They had wild ideas—maybe one day they could create an entire virtual realm where every wizard could play and explore freely.
They replied quickly: "Professor, what exactly do we need to build? We don't know anything about making newspapers, and we don't have any content!"
Sullivan typed back: "Just use our internal browser as a reference and build the basic framework. Rita will handle filling it with actual news and updates. Work out the details with her."
To Rita he added: "Recruit your own staff for the online paper. If you need money, go see Remus Lupin at the Flying Feather factory. You can report on whatever you want, but anything involving me or the people around me has to go through my approval first."
"Understood, Mr. Su! What should we call the newspaper?" Rita replied instantly.
Naming things had never been Sullivan's strong suit, but a mischievous idea popped into his head. "Let's call it Today's Headlines."
"Today's Headlines! What a perfect name! Your talent for naming is just as brilliant as your alchemy!" Rita laid on the flattery thick.
Sullivan didn't reply, but George and Fred each sent her a vomiting emoji.
While Rita was still feeling awkward, Sullivan sent her a private message: "Help me look into a man named Jack Avery. Find out where he lives, who's in his family, and get me a photo of him."
"Yes, Mr. Su. But if I remember correctly, Jack Avery is the current head of the Avery family. That might be—"
"Problem?" Sullivan asked.
"No, no problem at all. I'll get you the information as soon as possible," Rita replied hurriedly.
Sullivan put away his phone, tucked Coal Ball into his robe, and headed for the Flying Feather Magic Phone Experience Store. Today was the day he and Snape had agreed to set out on their adventure.
He stopped by the store mainly because they were bringing Teemo along. According to the notebook, the destination was most likely an alternate dimension.
In alternate spaces, Apparition usually failed for wizards—but house-elves were different. They could go places most wizards couldn't.
For safety's sake, the final team was Sullivan, Snape, and Teemo. Of course, Sullivan also had the phoenix feather from Dumbledore as his ultimate backup plan.
Teemo was wearing his little green explorer outfit today, complete with a tiny backpack. He looked more and more like the Teemo from Sullivan's memories.
Snape was in his usual all-black bat-like robes. After hundreds of experiments over the past few weeks, he had finally managed to reveal the map hidden in the human-skin book.
According to the map, the secret realm wasn't in Britain—it was at the foot of Carrauntoohil mountain in County Kerry, southwest Ireland.
Snape still looked uneasy. "Su, the more I think about this, the less it sits right with me. Have you considered who made this human-skin book, why they made it, and how it ended up circulating?"
"I've thought about it," Sullivan said casually, "but I have no idea."
Snape looked irritated. "You don't know and you still want to rush in?"
Sullivan shrugged. "We'll find out once we're inside, won't we? I want the Hopping Pot's brewing techniques. You want a top-tier cauldron like the Hopping Pot. Isn't that reason enough for us to do this together?"
The truth was, Sullivan's rapid rise in power had inflated his confidence. Combined with the trump cards he held, he was approaching this adventure with a dangerous level of overconfidence.
Deep down, he'd started to believe that in the wizarding world, aside from Voldemort and Dumbledore, no one could truly keep him trapped.
He pointed at Teemo. "Plus we've got Teemo. Even if Apparition doesn't work inside, he should still be able to get us out, right?"
That argument finally won Snape over. So far, nothing had ever been found that could block house-elf Apparition—it was as natural to them as breathing.
"Boss, maybe I should come with you," Lupin offered. He was clearly worried about Sullivan's safety.
Sullivan waved him off. "No need. The store can't run without you right now. If everything goes smoothly, we'll only be gone three to five days. More people would just complicate things."
"If we're not back in a week, give this map to Dumbledore and see if he can find us."
Lupin nodded reluctantly. He really was swamped with work. In the end, he could only watch as Sullivan, Snape, and Teemo climbed into a flying car and shot off into the sky, heading for Ireland.
The car was fast. In just over half an hour they reached County Kerry. They dropped altitude, activated the invisibility mode, and followed the map to a set of ruins.
The three of them stepped out of the car. From the broken walls and foundations, it was clear this had once been a small town of no more than two thousand people.
A main street paved with blue stones ran through the center, lined with what used to be shops. Houses radiated outward from the street. The layout actually reminded them a bit of Hogsmeade.
They followed the ruined main street, occasionally clearing debris from buildings on either side, hoping to find clues.
"Su, come here!" Snape called out suddenly.
Sullivan and Teemo hurried over. Snape was standing by a broken low wall covered in crude carvings that looked like ancient murals.
The style was very rough—almost stick-figure level—but surprisingly expressive. You could clearly tell what each little figure was doing.
After a few Reparo charms, the mural became readable. It was a four-panel comic strip.
The first panel showed townspeople kneeling before their lord while his guards collected money from them.
The second panel depicted a single-legged, glowing cauldron spewing out potion bottles into the hands of the joyful townspeople. Using those potions, they overthrew the tyrant and gained their freedom.
The third panel was damaged on the left side, but on the right it showed a new stranger arriving and angrily pointing at whatever was missing on the left.
The fourth panel showed the stranger transformed into a monster. The Hopping Pot lay toppled on the ground while the entire town's people lay motionless—dead or unconscious.
Sullivan rubbed his chin. "Looks like this mural tells basically the same story as the human-skin book, except the book left out the part about the tyrant lord."
Snape studied it closely. "Whoever drew this was probably a child. The lines are very crude and rushed. Look at the last panel—it's even starting to distort."
"How can you tell it was a child?" Sullivan asked.
Snape didn't explain. Instead he said, "Teemo, come here. Raise your hand."
When Teemo lifted his arm, his hand reached exactly to the top edge of the mural. Snape continued, "Not only was it a child, but an illiterate one. Otherwise he wouldn't have used pictures to record the information."
"Makes sense," Sullivan nodded. "So this kid was probably on the verge of death and used his last bit of strength to leave a message for anyone who came after."
"Maybe," Snape said coldly. "Maybe not."
"What do you mean?"
"You've dealt with too few dark wizards," Snape replied, eyes distant. "They love leaving misleading clues—things that seem like discoveries you made yourself—so they can lure you straight into the abyss."
"What the hell are you on about? Is this clue useful or not?" Sullivan rolled his eyes. Being properly cautious was one thing, but getting lost in endless paranoia was just mental self-sabotage.
"I don't know. We'll have to see as we go. One more thing—this mural had already been cleaned before we got here." With that, Snape dramatically flicked his cloak and continued searching, clearly thinking he looked very cool.
Already cleaned? Did someone else have a copy of the human-skin book?
Sullivan couldn't figure it out, so they kept moving. They found several more spots that showed signs of recent clearing. At the very end of the blue-stone road they discovered a stone platform with faded writing:
"The merciful Hopping Pot helped us overthrow tyranny, but we— When the foreign wizard came— This may be the gods' punishment for us."
The text was too damaged to read clearly.
Below the inscription was a groove that perfectly matched the shape of the human-skin book.
Sullivan and Snape exchanged a look.
"You sure about this?" Snape asked.
"Positive," Sullivan nodded.
The moment they placed the human-skin book into the groove, the world spun violently. When their vision cleared, the three of them were standing at the entrance of a medieval town.
From here, the town looked exactly like the ruins they had just explored—except every building was intact and the streets were bustling with people.
Everyone looked happy, almost peaceful. It really did feel like a prosperous, well-ordered little town.
Sullivan's first concern was their escape options. He tried Apparition—nothing. He turned to Teemo. "How about you? Can you Apparate?"
Teemo closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure… I think I could get us out, but I'm not sure I could get back in."
That was good enough. As long as they could leave, they could worry about returning later.
"Alright, let's head in," Sullivan said. "Teemo, stay invisible and follow us."
"Yes, Mr. Su!" Teemo snapped his fingers and vanished.
The three of them walked into the town and immediately drew dozens of curious, slightly strange looks. What surprised Sullivan and Snape most was that the townspeople weren't staring at them—they were staring at the invisible Teemo.
Then Teemo's voice suddenly piped up: "Mr. Su… these people can see me!"
"Drop the invisibility and try appearing normally."
Teemo reappeared. The townspeople's expressions shifted. They were still curious, but the strange feeling was gone. Apparently house-elves weren't considered unusual here.
A middle-aged man approached them with a warm smile. "Where are you three from, travelers?"
"We're from London," Sullivan answered. "We were traveling and happened to pass by your town. We were hoping to stay the night."
The man's eyes lit up with envy. "London! That grand city on the English mainland. It must be so prosperous."
Then his tone changed. "Still, our little town has its own charms. See that temple over there? It houses the merciful Hopping Pot."
"Anyone who prays sincerely and states their wish will receive a magical potion from the Pot to make that wish come true. If you have any desires, you should definitely give it a try."
"Thank you. We'll go check it out right away," Sullivan said politely.
But instead of heading to the temple, they ducked into a quiet side alley.
Sullivan reached into his robe and let Coal Ball poke her head out. The kneazle shook her head. Through their mental link she sent: No good. I can't read his thoughts.
"That's weird," Sullivan muttered. "I can't read their minds, and Teemo's invisibility didn't work. Is magic not working properly here? I should've brought Harry's Invisibility Cloak—maybe that would've fooled them."
"Don't jump to conclusions so fast," Snape said coldly. "How do you know these are even people?"
"What do you mean?" Sullivan frowned.
Snape nodded toward a dog at the mouth of the alley. "Watch its movements carefully."
Sullivan looked over. The dog was lazily lying on the ground, completely still. After about two minutes it stood up, walked to a nearby post, and peed. Then it chased a butterfly for a while, got tired, drank some water from a trough, and finally returned to the exact same spot and lay down again.
Ten minutes later, the exact same sequence repeated: the dog got up, peed on the same post in the exact same way—even the urine stain looked identical—chased the same butterfly, drank water, and returned to the same spot.
It was looping.