Harry Potter with Technology System
Ch449- Stronghold

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Harry stood inside the Three Broomsticks, just ahead of the hearth, where the warmth did little to dull the mood. The room was packed. Most of the shop owners were there... Madam Rosmerta leaning against the bar, arms folded; old Mr. Dunstable from the post office clutching his scarf like it might fly off. A few younger villagers stood nearer the back, and behind Harry, his usual lot had fanned out, with Tonks leaning against the wall near the bar, arms loosely folded, hair flickering between dusky mauve

Harry pulled a badge from his pocket and held it up so it caught the light. "Right. First off, I am not here for a chat. I am here under legislation granted by the Minister of Magic herself, Madam Amelia Bones."

That turned a few heads. He let the weight of the name sit for a moment, then pocketed the badge again.

"Now, most of you have heard it already, whether from the Prophet, gossip, or someone's cousin's owl... Voldemort is back. Alive, dangerous, and building strength."

A low mutter stirred the room... soft, uneasy, but no one shouted. No one walked out. They all seen the papers, some even the footage, when Harry showed it right after the tournament.

"I've been under orders since last year," Harry continued, "to gather forces in preparation for the coming war. And yes... there will be a war. You can hope he will vanish again, but he won't. And we don't plan to sit around waiting to be picked off."

He stepped forward slightly, resting a hand on one of the smaller tables. "I started with the students. Been training them term by term, quietly, with full Ministry approval. But it is not enough. You lot live closer to the edge than any of them. When trouble comes, Hogsmeade is not going to be spared."

He looked around. "So, I've decided to turn this village into something that lasts. A fortress, if you like. Not with towers and moats, but proper protections. Wards. Safe houses. Trained locals. A proper resistance base."

Harry gave a short nod toward Rosmerta. "This place, your shops, your homes... they will be protected. But I won't pretend it is a small job. It will take months. Work. Magic. Coordination. And a bit of patience with people like me turning up to make speeches."

That earned a few scattered chuckles. He glanced over his shoulder. "I've got help. You will be seeing more of them. Professor Tonks, Ministry-certified Auror. She will be coordinating patrols."

Tonks waved lazily. "Yeah, hello. Don't worry, I only hex people who ask for it."

"Some of the others you might know already... Daphne, Tracey, Hermione, Neville... lot of familiar faces. And before anyone says it, no, they are not kids playing soldier. They know more spells than most Hit Wizards. You will see."

He turned back to the room. "Now, you've got a choice. No one is forcing you to fight. You want to pack your bags and vanish? No one is stopping you. You want to stay but keep your head down, that is fine too. But if you are staying and want this village to stand when the rest goes under... you will need to help."

Mr. Dunstable raised a hand, voice a bit croaky. "What sort of help are we talking?"

"Basic training for those willing. Setting up defensive charms around key buildings. Helping us track odd magical signatures or new arrivals. If you've got wand skill, brilliant. If not, we will find other uses. We will need potioneers, runners, eyes in the street."

A woman from the back... shopkeeper from the quill shop, Harry thought, asked, "You are saying we turn this whole place into a war camp?"

Harry shook his head. "Not a camp. A stronghold. You carry on your lives. We make sure those lives don't get wiped out when Death Eaters come knocking."

Someone from front asked, "And who is in charge of all this? You?"

Harry didn't flinch. "Me and the team. I've got authority from the Minister. If it helps, think of me as the organiser. You will all have say, especially the shop heads. But if you are asking whether I will be the one making hard calls, then yes."

There was silence for a beat.

Tonks stepped forward, hands in her pockets. "Madam Minister gave him full authority," she said, nodding toward Harry. "Even I was assigned to Hogwarts on his say-so. So, yeah. I would recommend not underestimating him."

A few murmurs ran through the room again—quieter this time. Madam Rosmerta raised her eyebrows, but didn't speak. The bloke from the apothecary, Mr. Bellamy, looked like he was reconsidering every snide thing he might've said earlier.

Harry didn't bother adding anything. He just let Tonks' words hang there, then gave a small shrug, like he wasn't going to argue if someone fancied trying their luck.

From the back, one of the younger witches—a tall girl in thick gloves from the plant shop—raised a hand. "What do you need us to do first?"

Harry glanced to Tonks, then back to the room. "First step's a proper mapping. Ward strengths, weak points, open paths. We've got the magical draft from the Hogwarts side, but the village needs its own pass."

He pointed to Tracey, who stepped forward holding a rolled-up scroll. "This is your initial survey," she said, flicking it open. "We've marked out routes for patrol, possible spell placement zones, and spots we'll be setting up watch charms."

"And before you ask," Daphne added from beside her, arms crossed, "yes, it includes The Hog's Head. Aberforth grunted once, which we've taken as approval."

That got a few chuckles, Cedric, who was leaning against the back wall watching everything closely, snorted, trying to look serious.

Harry spread out the map across the table near the hearth. It shimmered faintly, dotted with little glowing markers... names and footsteps sliding over a sketched outline of the Three Broomsticks.

The villagers leaned in. Someone let out a low whistle. Another muttered something under his breath.

Then one voice, sharp with disbelief, cut through.

"Merlin. Is this thing real?"

Harry nodded, tapping a finger at the map's surface. "Real enough. It is built off the ward network I've started placing around the inn. Every dot you see is someone currently inside."

A few of the shopkeepers shifted closer, peering over shoulders.

He let that hang for a second. "You will get a copy of the map for your shops. You will know who is walking past your windows before they knock."

There were more murmurs now.

"I will be sharing maps like this one with key folk," Harry added. "This is the test run. If it holds through the weekend, I will extend the setup across the whole village... corner shops, back alleys, broom sheds. Everywhere."

That got a wave of muttering, not all of it nervous. A few heads nodded.

"So, if anything odd pops up, strangers hanging about, magical spikes, we will catch it early."

The girl from the plant shop spoke up again. "But what about privacy?"

Harry nodded once. "Fair point. You will be able to toggle your own marker off. Temporary, not permanent. Meant to stop snooping, not enable it. I am not here to spy on whether you are off snogging in the alleyway behind Spintwitches."

That earned a few snorts. Fred coughed suspiciously. Angelina didn't look at him.

Harry continued, "But I won't sugar-coat it. If you are part of this, on patrol, training, charm-setting, you'll show up when you are active. That's the trade. You want the alerts, you give a bit of visibility."

"Fair enough," said Bellamy, arms folded. "We lose privacy either way if the Death Eaters roll in."

"Exactly," Harry said. "This way, at least we are the ones watching."

He waved a hand, and the map shrank back into a scroll, tying itself neatly. Tracey caught it as it floated toward her, tucking it into a satchel.

"Next bit... supply lines. We are sorting out potion batches from the castle, but ingredients will dry up fast. Anyone with stores, even basic ones... drop us a list. We will track what's available, what needs trade, and what is too risky to hold."

Seeing the flicker of tension still around the room, Harry gave a short grin and leaned on the back of the nearest chair. "It's not that dire yet. Voldemort's off somewhere trying to scrape together an army. He won't be back straight away. Doesn't mean we sit around twiddling our thumbs, but we are not about to be flattened by sunrise either."

A few shoulders loosened. The shopkeepers nodded, quietly. Conversations picked up in twos and threes, plans, names, shops, patrols…

"Well," Rosmerta said dryly, filling another glass, "I've had worse company than armed teenagers."

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