Late into the night, Harry sat alone at a narrow desk in the Gryffindor common room, the original Marauder's Map spread before him. Candles flickered, casting dancing shadows over the parchment, revealing the scrawled footprints and hidden passages he'd come to know so well.
But tonight, the map would change.
Drawing on the Ri enchantment techniques he'd studied in both the Arcane Library and Flamel's texts, Harry set to work.
He began by tracing new runes along the map's edges—ancient sigils for Reputation Visibility. Now, any mention of "Harry Potter" in the wizarding world would shimmer on the map in pale gold, alerting him to gathering crowds or whispers in the halls. A subtle pulse would notify him when his name spread beyond Hogwarts.
Next, Harry embedded a concealment batch: a counter-spell that hid his own footprint. With a final flourish, his glowing dot vanished until he spoke the correct pass-phrase.
He then wove in more detailed blueprints of service passages and long-forgotten corridors after connecting with wards of castle. To prevent abuse, he encrypted them behind a two-word seal:
"ARISE" to reveal every hidden path on the paper.
"Work is done" to make them vanish.
Harry tested the commands carefully. "ARISE!" he whispered, watching secret staircases and trapdoors emerge like ghostly lines. Satisfied, he spoke softly, "Work is done," and the pathways faded back into blank spacee paused, glancing at his spectacles resting beside him. In a moment of inspiration, he imagined integrating the map's display into smart-glasses—small frames with enchanted lenses, projecting a minimap at a word. For now, it was a dream; the work ahead was immense.
Harry then created a perfect copy on fresh parchment. Carefully, he folded it and presented it to Fred and George.
"Take this, I made copy of original and added some upgrades" he smirked and told them, handing over the copy. "The password to unlock everything is ARISE, and to hide it, say Work is done. Keep it safe—and no pranks that endanger lives."
The twins' eyes sparkled. "Brilliant!" Fred exclaimed. "We'll guard it with our lives."
George added, "And maybe use it for a few harmless hijinks—strategic only, of course."
Harry nodded and slipped the original map into a hidden pocket in his pouch. It wasn't just a useful tool; it was history—his father's and his friends' creation, a relic he refused to let destroyed by any noseless dark lord.
He sat back, breathing deeply. The Map Reimagined was complete.
Even though he is powerful and wise his body is still of a 11 years old child which is tired from work so he decided to call it a day and went back to sleep.
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