In Harry Potter World As Madara Uchiha

Madara stood at the edge of a towering cliff, his crimson Sharingan scanning the vast landscape before him. The wizarding world stretched out in all directions, its secrets lying just beneath the surface, waiting to be unraveled.

He could feel the pulsing energy of this realm, different from chakra but just as potent. Magic. A force he had yet to fully grasp, but one that intrigued him nonetheless.

After his encounter with the Death Eaters, Madara had spent time refining his understanding of this world. He had visited secluded areas, observed how wizards and witches interacted with magic, and learned of the political dynamics shaping the wizarding world.

The Ministry of Magic held power, but factions lurked in the shadows—remnants of Voldemort's fallen empire, ambitious sorcerers seeking to rise, and hidden threats that even the books had failed to mention.

But today, he had a more pressing concern. He needed to test his power in this world beyond mere observation. And so, he had deliberately drawn attention to himself, waiting for someone—anyone—capable of offering him a challenge.

He didn't have to wait long.

A flicker of movement at the base of the cliff alerted him to the arrival of several figures. Hooded, cautious, and exuding magical energy, they approached with their wands at the ready. Aurors. The enforcers of the magical world.

Madara smirked.

A man in the front, presumably the leader, stepped forward and spoke. "You are trespassing in restricted lands. Identify yourself."

Madara crossed his arms. "I was wondering how long it would take for the Ministry to send someone after me."

The Aurors exchanged wary glances. They had heard the reports—an unknown figure with unnatural abilities had been sighted across magical Britain. Some claimed he was a dark wizard, others a new breed of magical being. No one knew his true nature.

"You are coming with us," the leader commanded. "Do not resist."

Madara chuckled, his deep voice carrying through the valley. "And if I do?"

The Aurors wasted no time. Wands flicked through the air as spells shot toward him. Stunning charms, binding hexes, even a few more aggressive curses. But to Madara, they moved sluggishly, their intent clear long before they struck.

With a simple twist of his body, he vanished, reappearing behind the nearest Auror. Before the man could react, Madara's hand closed around his wrist, crushing it effortlessly. The wizard cried out, dropping his wand.

The others barely had time to react before Madara unleashed a wave of pressure—a controlled burst of his chakra. The ground trembled, and the air grew heavy. The Aurors stumbled, barely able to stand under the suffocating force.

"What… are you?" one of them gasped.

Madara tilted his head, contemplating the question. In his previous life, he had been a warrior, a leader, a god among shinobi. But in this world? He had yet to decide.

"Your worst nightmare," he finally said, before vanishing from sight.

He reappeared several feet away, arms folded as he observed them. Even among the best the wizarding world had to offer, they were painfully weak compared to him. But they had something he wanted—knowledge.

Madara lifted his hand, focusing his chakra. A dark purple skeletal form began to materialize around him—the early manifestation of his Susanoo. The sheer force of its presence sent shockwaves through the air, knocking several Aurors off their feet. Their eyes widened in horror as they scrambled backward, realizing the vast difference in power.

"I have no interest in meaningless slaughter," Madara declared, his voice calm but firm. "But I do have questions."

The Auror leader gritted his teeth, his wand trembling in his grip. "W-What do you want to know?"

Madara allowed the Susanoo to dissipate, stepping closer. "Tell me about the most powerful beings in this world. Those beyond mere mortals."

The Auror hesitated before speaking. "Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of our time… but he's dead. Voldemort, too. If you seek power, you'll find none greater than them."

Madara frowned. "And yet, you say 'was.' That implies their time has ended. I seek those who still hold power."

The Auror swallowed hard. "There are… legends. Ancient beings. The founders of Hogwarts, Merlin himself, and creatures from forgotten times. But those are stories, nothing more."

Madara wasn't convinced. If there was one thing he had learned, it was that legends always had a kernel of truth within them. If he wanted to understand magic at its peak, he would need to seek out its origins.

"You've been helpful," Madara said, turning away. "I suggest you leave. I have no further use for you."

The Aurors hesitated but did not argue. They quickly gathered their injured and Apparated away, leaving Madara alone once more.

He gazed at the horizon, deep in thought. If Merlin had once wielded magic beyond comprehension, then his secrets still lingered somewhere in this world. And Madara intended to claim them.

With a final glance at the empty battlefield, he vanished, a new goal set in his mind. His journey had only just begun.

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