Chapter 69: Utopia
In the undersea city hidden within the Bermuda Triangle, bathed in a red glow imperceptible to most ordinary wizards, Alexander slowly opened his eyes. Yet his mind continued to drift, filled with a long-lost sense of wonder and renewal.
This city... it's fascinating, he thought. Even a wizard couldn't find it without signing a contract and being guided by the Poseidon.
Like Durmstrang, its location was unknown—shrouded in secrecy, unreachable to outsiders.
He recalled what Krum once told Hermione about Durmstrang:
"Ah, we also have a castle. I don't think it's as big or as comfortable as this one."
"Ours only has four floors, and the fire is lit only by magic. But our grounds are wider—
Though the days are short in winter, so we can't really go out. But in summer, we fly every day—over the lake and the mountains—"
At that point, he had been interrupted by then-Headmaster Karkaroff.
"Alright, alright, Viktor! Don't reveal any more secrets, or your charming friend will know where we are!"
Even so, once Voldemort returned, Karkaroff had fled that so-called hidden sanctuary—only to die in a wooden shack a year later.
If only Karkaroff had played "Terror Tour" in his youth... Alexander mused. I wonder if even Voldemort could find this place.
"Kate, you can come out now," Alexander said suddenly, lifting his head.
Kate, startled, blinked in surprise. When did he come back? she wondered.
"I'm really curious how the wizards behind the 'Horrible Journey' will present this city—and their vision of it," Alexander muttered with a crooked smile.
Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Kate grabbed his hand, pulling him excitedly toward an intriguing place she'd noticed earlier in the corridor.
As they walked, Alexander noticed that the locals looked familiar. No one was surprised by their different attire. Though they clearly recognized them as outsiders, the undersea citizens acted indifferent, their glances more casual than suspicious.
The ground beneath their feet wasn't paved with tiles or cobblestones. Instead, it had a raw, natural look—like the trail on the Zombie Path. It appeared ordinary, but somehow the soil didn't cling to their shoes at all.
Above them, a massive artificial sun shone in the sky. From Alexander's professional perspective, it wasn't magical light—it was real sunlight, collected from above the sea and filtered into the city below.
Surrounding them were shops filled with fish tanks—some decorated with red coral, others topped with shark fins. Kate discovered that wearing one of the fin-topped headpieces allowed you to breathe underwater.
The clothing stores were especially unique. Ordinary wizard robes were rare. Most garments here were made from underwater creatures, woven with magic in elegant designs.
Kate flitted from shop to shop like a curious deer, chatting cheerfully with vendors and asking prices.
Through their conversations, Alexander gradually learned about the city's history, structure, and purpose.
It was home to countless wizarding families thought to be extinct. Surprisingly, blood status meant nothing here. Whether pure-blood, half-blood, or Muggle-born, every wizard was offered free education. There was no obligation to work—only a requirement to pursue a field of magical research and occasionally publish academic papers.
As for Muggles and squibs? They handled services—jobs that were intentionally reserved for those without magic. Far from being oppressed, they were treated with respect and dignity.
When Kate heard about the journals, she immediately asked if she could borrow one.
To her surprise, while the journals weren't allowed to leave the city, nearly everyone had their own copy—like the Daily Prophet. People even discussed articles openly with Muggles, sharing bits of magical theory.
Under Alexander's quiet observation, he realized that most of the local wizards were at least level 4 in Charms. Unlike Hogwarts graduates who relied on a few standout spells, these residents had a broad, solid foundation. The spells they used always matched their demonstrated proficiency.
"Alexander, come take a look!" Kate called, waving him over to a roadside bench.
She opened a journal given to her by a passerby. Its layout was neat and organized. Unlike the gossip-heavy Daily Prophet, it featured only one page on light entertainment—aircraft racing, sea beast competitions—while the rest was dedicated to serious magical research.
There were articles on refining the Confundus Charm, cultivating crops on the seafloor, breeding sea beasts, and developing protective enchantments.
Alexander was stunned.
So I'm the fool, he thought bitterly. They've already built the kind of wizarding society I used to dream about.
He realized that others—clever, visionary wizards—had also recognized the flaws of the outside world. They hadn't clung to outdated traditions or corrupt institutions. Instead, they'd created their own sanctuaries.
Maybe that's why so many real scholars never make it into history books, he thought. The ones who truly understand magic leave the chessboard behind, while the rest keep playing as Dark Lords or "heroes."
In fact, the receptionist from the "Horrible Journey" hinted that besides this underwater city, another hidden wizarding colony existed—on the moon.
So Armstrong's "alien" was a wizard?
Then... what about Mars? The other planets?
Suddenly, Alexander found Dumbledore less impressive. For all his wisdom, he had never tried to reshape society or encourage real reform.
Kate, meanwhile, had discovered a central library in the city. Any wizard could borrow books, while even Muggles and squibs were allowed to read within the premises.
The books were different from the journals—described by a bald Muggle as "outdated," since most spells weren't suitable for underwater use. Still, they held astonishing knowledge: a spell to temporarily revert a werewolf to human form during the full moon, dragon care techniques, improved Animagus methods, and more.
Kate was completely captivated. She forgot all about fish tanks and sightseeing. If Alexander hadn't pulled her away, she would've stayed there all night.
As dusk fell, the artificial sun faded into a crescent moon, casting soft, silver light across the city. Still, no guides or hosts appeared to explain anything.
And suddenly, Alexander understood—there was no need for an introduction. Everything they had experienced was the introduction.
He'd tried at first to find flaws—perhaps prejudice toward the non-magical—but discovered instead a quiet dignity. Their treatment of Muggles reminded him of how good people from his past life treated the disabled: with respect, not pity.
The city's structure left room for everyone. No oppression, no elitism—just a peaceful pursuit of knowledge, harmony, and community.
There was no dark underbelly, no hidden corruption. The magical contract that bound residents from harming one another ensured it. The only competitions here were healthy ones: scholarly articles, aerial races, sea beast tournaments, even singing contests.
It wasn't a utopia in name.
It was one in truth.
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