London and Leaky Cauldron

London, the British empire's capital, the land where the sun never sets.

"Germany has completely violated the Treaty of Versailles!"

"The prime minister is expected to speak to the nation this afternoon."

"The Austrian Republic has been completely integrated into Germany."

The shouts of boys holding newspapers and running through the streets, attempting to sell them.

As many people approached them and brought the newspaper from them, the boys' voice could be heard far and wide. The newspapers were also a mix of old and new.

"One" A middle-aged man dressed in a black suit and pants with a tie. He had black hair and a beard with a hint of white hair, and he was holding a coin as payment for the newspaper.

He was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

"Of course, sir!" The boy from the newspaper responded.

"Would you like the most recent or the oldest?"

"Please give me the most recent." Dumbledore requested with a polite tone, and the newspaper boy nodded before taking the newspaper with the latest events and handing it to him.

Dumbledore paid for the newspaper and received it.

"So, professor, wizards are concerned about ordinary people's problems?" When Tom Riddle saw this, he was surprised at his actions and questioned

Before, he and Jack were walking right behind Dumbledore, who was just making his way out of their street and into London.

While Jack was looking at the streets of London, which were vastly different from those of the future. The roads in London were paved with black bricks, and there were numerous bumps on the road.

There was some old-fashioned car beeping and emitting smoke from time to time on the bumpy road.

There were several men holding banners with various messages, ranging from finding work to offering services. Some teenagers were seen in groups, wearing ripped clothes and having a decadent appearance, they were drunk and smoking' with a cigarette in their mouth.

While some slept on the streets, shivering from London's constant cold temperatures and coughing from the terrible weather.

Jack noticed a mother and child laying on the ground of corner of the street; the mother appeared to be tightly hugging the child in order to provide warmth to the child.

They lay motionless, their faces pale and cold.

They were dead, and everyone around them gave them a sympathetic look before continuing on with their lives.

The situation like this seemed to be quite common in London, which can inferred from the just these actions of the people.

These were the aftereffects of the Great Depression. And, this is only the beginning, as the entire empire will soon follow in its citizens' footsteps.

With turbulent emotions in his heart, Jack gazed at all of these familiar scenes. He is selfish, but that does not mean he is indifferent. He was, after all, just an ordinary person in his previous life.

"Some of them do." While reading the newspaper headlines, Dumbledore responded. His tone towards Tom was no longer stern and harsh, but rather flat.

Before Tom could ask any further questions, Jack interpreted.

"Professor, where are we going?" He wondered why Dumbledore didn't just apparat us away from the orphanage's entrance.

"Oh, we'll be there in a second." Dumbledore spoke as he turned to face them. "Come on." He gestured. As he finally began walking on the sidewalk with the newspaper in his hands.

Jack and Tom followed him to a more deserted alley with fewer people passing through.

"Hold my hand, the next process will most likely not be pleasant." Dumbledore spoke with a slight solemnity.

When Tom and Jack took hold of his hand, they felt a force surround them, and the space around them began twisting at an incredible rate in their vision.

They vanished from the deserted alley, with a gust of wind erupting from their original location.

In the next second, Jack's blue eyes shone with light, like the brilliance of a star in the night sky, and everything around him slowed significantly. It's as if the very threads of time have been slowed down around him.

Jack found himself in a chaotic space that resembled a tunnel, with the very fabric of space in the surroundings being stretched and contracted at the moment, connecting two different points in the space.

His perception could see the process so clearly that he could feel the fabric of space around him. For the first time in his life, he felt a special sensation, the sensation of possessing absolute transcendent power over all else. The emotions in his heart couldn't be described at the moment.

All he has to do is use his magic to fell the chaotic space around him, and the very fabric of space will obey his command.

So, he did exactly that.

He was quite reckless of himself, but his curiosity got the best of him once more.

Unpredictability, chaos, and disorder.

As he felt his magic come into contact with the surrounding space, these words came to him.

He instinctively knew that in the next second, he could restore order to the space if he wanted to, or he could cause the space around him to further disintegrate and fall into complete chaos, forming a spatial storm capable of destroying everything. Not only that, but he could manipulate space to accomplish a variety of tasks.

He did, however, sense another force within this chaotic space, a force as majestic and vast as the space around him. But, unlike space, he couldn't access or control this temporal force.

Jack put that thought of controlling this new force, which resembled time, aside and concentrated on his current situation.

Given the circumstances, he did not attempt to manipulate space recklessly.

He possessed this power and state, owing primarily to "limitless," which enabled him to manipulate space at his leisure using his six eyes.

As his blue eyes dimmed, the scenes of the chaotic space around him retuned to normal pace.

Boom!

Jack immediately landed on the steady road and heard banging around him. He turned to see Tom swaying and falling down on the road, most likely as a result of the apparition's side effects.

"Are you all right, Marvolo?" Jack approached him and inquired with concern, but his lips turned into a smile.

Tom was in too much pain to pay attention to him; he hated this and didn't want to go through it again.

"Assist him, Jack." Dumbledore was not far away, and when he saw Tom's condition, he turned and asked Jack. He also paused when he discovered Jack's was fine, despite the fact that this was his first apparition. This was a little out of the ordinary, but it has happened before.

Tom took the hand that was extended in front of his face without hesitation, and he was immediately pulled upwards with a strong force.

"How are you so strong?" Tom was perplexed and questioned him as soon as he stabilized himself psychically and mentally.

"I exercise on a regular basis." Jack replied with a shrug and Tom let go of Jack's hand when he heard his response. "I'm pretty sure that only exercise will not provide such stren——."

"We've arrived!" Dumbledore's voice cut him off, forcing us to look around.

They were standing in front of a black door in the center of a cluster of buildings on either side.

Dumbledore opened the door ahead of them and entered; they followed him in, and the door closed automatically after their entry.

People in the surrounding area walked by, oblivious to this.

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Jack was greeted by a somewhat dim and damp environment, with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke combining and assaulting his senses, making him feel slightly nauseated.

He recognized the location; it was the Leaky Cauldron bar.

The crowd at the bar was diverse, ranging from a drinking wizard to a venerable-looking man arguing about the latest world news. Dwarves and warlocks were even present in the bar.

The busy and chaotic pub, however, became quieter with their arrival, as all eyes were focused on them. It wasn't exactly them, it was mostly Dumbledore.

Many people immediately rose to greet him, their enthusiasm and respect palpable in their tone.

"He appeared to be fairly well-known." Tom riddle observed the scene and made a remark to Jack.

"Indeed." Jack replied in a lazy voice. However, something quickly drew his attention.

He took a look at the newspaper that a wizard was holding on one of the seats.

[Liu Tao or Vicência Santos]

[The election that will determine the fate of the wizarding world as a whole]

The headlines stated it boldly, with a moving picture of a Brazilian woman and a Chinese man waving their hands at the thousands of wizards in front of them.

'Interesting,' Jack thought as a smile crept across his lips.

He had the distinct felling that the world in front of him was not what he had imagined or assumed it to be.