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Chapter 74: Hogwarts New Island
May 1, 1923. Two years had passed since George last visited Germany. Life hadn't slowed down. If anything, it had only grown more complicated — more responsibilities, more silence, more people relying on him to stay several steps ahead.
He woke early, as always, long before the city stirred. The light from the rising sun filtered softly through the heavy curtains. George sat up, ran a hand through his hair, and moved straight to the bathroom.
A quick shower. Shave. Fresh suit. Then downstairs for breakfast — focused, quiet, efficient.
Now he was in New York.
Not in Manhattan proper, but on the island just off the coast — once called Rikers.
Not anymore.
Last year, George had renamed it Hogwarts Island.
Why? Because the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry — the real one — now sat on it.
When he'd first pulled Hogwarts from the magical world, it came encased in a sealed spherical object. He'd placed that sphere on what was then a mostly uninhabited piece of land, and overnight, the entire castle and its grounds had manifested right there on the island.
It happened in the dead of night. No one saw a thing.
The next morning, George summoned nearly 500 of his clones. They moved quickly, encircling the castle's perimeter and carving Muggle-Repelling Charms into the landscape, keeping the island invisible and inaccessible to anyone who didn't belong.
From the highest tower, George could now look out across the new landscape. A long sea bridge connected the island to Queens. At the base stood two towering wrought-iron gates flanked by stone pillars. Each pillar bore a winged angel statue. This was the entrance to Hogwarts Island.
Past the gates, an uphill path curved gently toward the castle.
To the left sat what used to be the Quidditch Pitch — now repurposed into a soccer field. George had even added two basketball courts nearby.
To the right, Hagrid's hut had once stood. He'd removed it entirely.
Passing between towers and over stone bridges, George eventually reached the Great Lawn. He stepped through a rear gate and into the castle.
The layout was still maze-like — towers, winding staircases, corridors, secret rooms. Opposite the rear gate lay the Black Lake, and beyond that, the Forbidden Forest. The greenhouses still stood to the right of the main castle structure.
It made no logical sense that Hogwarts could fit inside the limits of Rikers Island. But it did. George assumed the castle's boundary walls had been enchanted with some version of the Undetectable Extension Charm, expanding interior space without altering exterior perception.
Still, a few oddities remained.
After Hogwarts manifested, the moving portraits that had once lined the halls now hung lifeless. The souls or consciousnesses that once lived inside them had vanished. Only the frames remained.
The library, however, was intact — its shelves still packed with texts George had never seen elsewhere. That alone was worth the price of transport.
Though he had inherited magical knowledge from Nicolas Flamel, Flamel's strengths were in alchemy and ancient runes, not general spellcasting. The Hogwarts library gave George something he'd lacked: breadth.
But not all of Hogwarts suited him.
Over the past two years, George — with help from his clones — remodeled large portions of the castle.
Every item he found was logged, sorted, and stored. Books were re-shelved in the library. Potions and alchemy tools went to specialized rooms. Things he didn't need — old beds, quilts, student items — were reduced to toothpicks, then packed into a magically expanded bag. It was more space-efficient that way.
The perimeter walls were reinforced with defensive spells and concealed by thorny hedges, both protective and aesthetic.
He kept the Astronomy Tower and a few other iconic structures, but many lesser towers were converted into labs. Professional electricians were brought in under contract to install basic utilities. Once the work was done, George wiped their memories using a combination of Memory Charm and Obliviate. They never knew who had hired them. It didn't matter. He bought their company outright afterward. Their lives were comfortable either way.
Inside, the castle looked nothing like it used to.
There were now private living quarters, art galleries, a classic car wing, halls for firearm and timepiece collections, banquet spaces, indoor pools, and a full gym.
Underground areas became garages, wine cellars, and secure vaults.
On the eighth floor, George used the Undetectable Extension Charm again to build his pool, advanced alchemy lab, training room, and more.
Some rooms — particularly those housing rare magical herbs or unstable ingredients — were sealed behind heavy enchantments. Not because he feared betrayal. But because some plants from the wizarding world didn't exist here, or hadn't yet evolved in this timeline. They were irreplaceable.
The grounds were also brought back to life.
He rewilded the Forbidden Forest with new magical creatures. The lake teemed with aquatic life. From the towers, one could now hear birds, crickets, and wind cutting through fresh trees.
Around the Black Lake, George built one hundred two-story villas, each with its garden.
Tomorrow, the first group of residents will arrive.
Only George's closest inner circle and personal staff would stay in the main castle. The lakeside villas were for the earliest security teams — the ones who'd been with him since the beginning.
Everyone who had been implanted with an Elemental Seed had already sworn allegiance through the Fidelius Charm. From them, George selected a core team of 100.
Loyal, dependable, and — most importantly — disconnected from outside distractions. No lingering friendships. No noisy extended families. Just people who worked, lived, and breathed for the mission.
In return, George made one promise: those who gave their lives for his cause would see their families taken care of. Not just fed. Not just housed.
They would live well. As well as he did.
Hogwarts Island was his.
It was protected by the most advanced spells and defensive structures he could create. Apart from Kamar-Taj, there was no safer location on Earth.
George could have hidden it further, cast complete cloaking enchantments, and erased it from satellite detection. But he didn't.
People needed to come and go.
Even a fortress needs to breathe.