In Harry Potter World As Madara Uchiha

The night sky stretched endlessly above as Madara stood on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. The castle of Hogwarts loomed in the distance, its towering spires glowing softly under the moonlight.

His Sharingan flickered as he observed the magical fortress, a mixture of curiosity and calculation filling his mind. Hogwarts was the heart of magical Britain, a place filled with knowledge, power, and danger in equal measure.

If he was to understand this world and his place in it, then infiltrating its secrets was inevitable.

However, brute force was not the answer—not yet. The magical world functioned under different rules than his own, and though his powers dwarfed those of most wizards, he was still unfamiliar with the intricacies of spellcraft. Magic was an unknown variable, one he had to decipher before making his next move.

His thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of leaves behind him. Instinctively, he turned, eyes narrowing as he spotted a group of hooded figures emerging from the trees. They carried wands, their movements cautious yet determined. One of them stepped forward, his voice laced with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Who are you?" the wizard demanded.

Madara smirked, his crimson gaze locking onto the man. "Someone who does not answer to those who cower behind masks."

The wizards stiffened, their grips on their wands tightening. "You shouldn't be here," another one hissed. "This land is protected by the Ministry. State your business!"

Madara chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. He lifted his hand slightly, letting the barest fraction of his chakra leak into the air. The trees shuddered, the ground trembled, and the wizards instinctively stepped back.

"My business is my own," Madara said coldly. "But I see you have already decided to make yourselves an obstacle."

A jet of red light shot toward him as one of the wizards cast a spell. Madara didn't move. The attack dissipated against a swirling wall of chakra, his Rinnegan activating for a brief moment.

Before the wizard could react, Madara vanished from sight, reappearing behind him in an instant. With a simple tap of his finger against the man's shoulder, a powerful force sent him sprawling into the dirt.

The others gasped, raising their wands in unison. "Stupefy!" "Expelliarmus!" "Petrificus Totalus!"

Spells flew toward him like streaks of light, but Madara remained unmoved. He weaved through them effortlessly, his body shifting with a speed beyond their comprehension.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent out a wave of chakra that knocked all but one to the ground. The last wizard, trembling, barely managed to keep his footing.

Madara approached him slowly, his gaze unreadable. "Tell me," he murmured. "What do you know of Lord Voldemort?"

The wizard gulped. "H-He's dead... defeated by Harry Potter years ago."

Madara tilted his head slightly. So the Dark Lord truly was no more. That meant the power vacuum in the magical world was still unsettled, and opportunities lay hidden within the chaos.

"And what of Potter?" Madara continued.

"He's an Auror now," the wizard stammered. "Works for the Ministry. He's one of the strongest wizards alive. If you're thinking of going after him—"

Madara smirked. "I think nothing. I merely observe."

With that, he lifted his hand once more. The wizard's eyes widened in terror before darkness overtook him, his body slumping unconscious onto the forest floor.

Madara exhaled, the night air cool against his skin. He turned back toward Hogwarts, his path now clearer than before.

If he was to uncover the true depths of this world, he would have to get closer to those who governed it. And there was no better place to start than within the very halls of magic itself.

His journey was far from over. It had only just begun.