In Harry Potter World As Madara Uchiha

Madara had long since learned to trust his instincts. Whether in battle or unfamiliar terrain, survival depended on adaptability. As he walked through the dimly lit forest, his thoughts raced. He had pieced together fragments of this world from the wizards he had encountered, but his next steps needed careful planning.

[Quest Updated: Acquire Magical Knowledge]

Seek out the heart of the wizarding world and claim what you need.

The floating panel's notification only reinforced what he already suspected—his presence here was not a mere accident. There was a purpose behind his reincarnation, and he would uncover it, one step at a time.

The Forbidden Forest gave way to open land, and soon, he found himself on the outskirts of a small town. He observed from a distance, his crimson eyes scanning for any signs of the magical community.

A lone figure emerged from a nearby alley—a wizard, robed in deep green, moving with caution. Madara's Sharingan activated instinctively, and in an instant, he had the man caught in an illusion before he could react.

"You will answer my questions," Madara commanded, his voice smooth yet firm.

The wizard's body stiffened. "Yes… I will answer."

"How do I reach Diagon Alley?"

"The Leaky Cauldron… hidden to Muggles… enter and tap the brick wall behind it three times with a wand."

Madara absorbed the information, nodding slightly. This world's magic had peculiar methods of travel, but it was nothing he couldn't adapt to.

"Sleep."

The wizard collapsed, unconscious before he even hit the ground. With that, Madara moved swiftly toward his destination.

The Leaky Cauldron was a worn, aged tavern, filled with all manner of witches and wizards. The air was thick with the scent of butterbeer and burning firewood, but Madara paid it no mind as he navigated through the crowded room. His dark cloak concealed his identity well enough, and no one spared him more than a passing glance.

Reaching the back wall, he pulled out the wand he had taken from one of the wizards earlier and tapped the bricks three times. The structure shifted, revealing the bustling streets of Diagon Alley beyond.

Diagon Alley was unlike anything Madara had seen before. The cobbled streets were alive with magic—floating quills, self-stirring cauldrons, books that whispered to each other from their shelves. Witches and wizards bustled about, their robes swaying as they moved between shops.

His first objective was clear. He needed a proper wand.

Ollivanders stood prominently among the shops, its faded sign barely readable. Madara stepped inside, the soft chime of a bell announcing his presence. An old man with pale, silvery eyes appeared from the shadows.

"Ah… a new customer," Ollivander murmured. "I wondered when I might see you."

Madara regarded him with mild curiosity. "I need a wand."

"Of course," Ollivander said, disappearing into the stacks. He returned moments later with a sleek, dark wand. "Blackthorn, twelve inches, dragon heartstring."

Madara grasped it. The moment his fingers curled around the wood, a surge of energy coursed through his body. It wasn't chakra—it was something different, yet familiar in its power.

Ollivander's eyes widened. "Fascinating…"

Madara smirked. "I'll take it."

With a wand secured, his next objective was knowledge. Flourish and Blotts provided an ample selection of books on magic, history, and spellcasting. He gathered several, ensuring he covered everything from basic spellwork to advanced magical theory.

As he exited the shop, his gaze was drawn to a nearby newspaper stand. The Daily Prophet lay on display, its headline bold and impossible to miss:

"Harry Potter: The Chosen One's Next Move—Auror Training Begins"

Madara's gaze lingered on the name. Potter. The supposed hero of this world. The boy who had defied death itself.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

[Quest Updated: Establish Your Presence]

You have gained the tools of magic. Now, make your mark upon this world.

Madara turned, disappearing into the crowd. His journey had only just begun, but one thing was certain.

The wizarding world would soon know his name.