Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

(Disclaimer: This is the alternate account of the author "That Year's Harvest Airship Li". Because the account "That Year's Harvest Airship Li" was banned, please do not report plagiarism indiscriminately. The author thanks you in advance (❁´◡`❁)*✲ﾟ*) (The above is not included in the word count)

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Nighttime, Privet Drive. An elderly man with a long beard and silver hair stood in a corner, speaking to a tabby cat, "I never expected to see you here, Professor McGonagall."

He picked up a thing that looked like a silver lighter, flicked it gently, and a ball of light flew out of a street lamp and was sucked into the lamp extinguisher. This action was repeated twelve times until the street was plunged into darkness.

He turned to look at the tabby cat, who leaped forward and transformed into a serious-looking woman wearing square-framed glasses. She thumped her arm: "Professor Dumbledore, that... rumor, the one about Lily and James..."

Dumbledore looked at McGonagall: "I'm afraid that's not a rumor after all..."

Professor McGonagall was trembling, but she regained her composure in less than a minute and asked Dumbledore, "Hagrid sent me here. What happened?"

"Because of some ancient magic, I'm going to leave Harry with his aunt and uncle."

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened as she pointed at a house. "Them? They're the worst Muggles I've ever seen, bar none, Dumbledore, you can't..."

"I know, but they are Harry's only family, believe me."

McGonagall: "ε=(´o｀)" didn't say anything more.

A rumbling sound broke the silence as a huge sidecar motorcycle descended from the sky and stopped in front of them. A small giant, at least three meters tall, carefully stepped off the motorcycle while carrying a rolled-up blanket.

"Professor, I'm here."

"Nothing's wrong, is there, Hagrid?"

Hagrid handed the blanket to Dumbledore. "No, I borrowed this motorcycle from Sirius Black, and it's been flying the whole way."

Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at the blanket, inside which lay a sleeping baby with a lightning bolt scar on its forehead.

He touched the scar and sighed, "Let's say goodbye to him."

Hagrid leaned his unkempt head in and kissed him, then let out a wounded howl.

McGonagall glared at him. "You'll wake up the Muggles."

Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall, walked to the gate, gently placed the blanket in front of it, took a letter from his pocket, placed it on the blanket, and turned to leave.

"Alright, let's go. There's no need to stay here any longer."

McGonagall and Hagrid nodded, and then the motorcycle soared into the sky, a tabby cat disappearing around the street corner.

"Good luck, Harry." Dumbledore flicked his cloak and vanished without a trace.

Harry, who was fast asleep on the steps of the gate, slowly began to emit a white light. This light seemed to accumulate to a certain level, and then with a "whoosh," it shone brightly. When the white light disappeared, the blanket on the steps, the baby, and even the letter had vanished without a trace...

Night City, Haywood District

Sebastian Ibarra sat in the back seat of the Corvadola V4F570, watching the raindrops patter against the glass and the neon lights outside flickering. An unexpected tranquility settled over him, a peace that even the struggles of the man in the trunk couldn't disturb.

Just then, a dazzling white light flashed in his eyes. "Drive the car over there." He pointed to the spot where the white light was flashing. The driver turned around, and the car slowly came to a stop. Sebastian got out of the car, and someone held an umbrella for him. He walked over to a trash can, where Harry was wrapped in a blanket, and an envelope was placed on the blanket. It seemed that the smell of the trash was too strong, because Harry woke up and started crying loudly.

The idea of ​​adopting the child suddenly popped into Sebastian's mind, and the thought grew stronger and stronger.

He gripped the cross on his chest and sighed, "God, is this your guidance...?" He picked Harry up, and Harry stopped crying in his arms, as if he too felt a strange tranquility. His crying grew softer and softer, and his breathing became more and more even until he fell asleep. Sebastian carried him to the car, opened the envelope, and read the contents of the letter. Finally, his gaze stopped on a name.

"Harry Potter...?"

The car continued moving forward, as if nothing had happened, yet as if everything had changed.

Fifteen years later...

2075, Night City, Santo Domingo District—

A teenager casually strolled past the Sixth Street gang's small hideout. His eyes glanced upwards, spotting a gap in the wall. He leaned against the wall, leaped onto the top, then flipped down, rolled behind a shipping container, and peeked inside. Only two Sixth Street gang members chatting idly and a security camera were guarding the back door. Harry's eyes flashed red; the camera was deactivated. Then, he pulled a Lexington pistol from his waist and struck the two men twice on the head. Two sprays of blood erupted with a "poof," and with two loud thuds, the two men collapsed to the ground.

Harry crouched and moved slowly, stopping at the back door. A red light flashed in his eyes, the locked door opened, and he quietly slipped inside. He went up to the second floor, opened the door to the control room, and found a person sitting inside, seemingly monitoring all the surveillance cameras. If you ignored the Dream Ring on his head, Harry walked behind the person standing in the control room, placed his hands on the top of his head and chin, and then gave a sharp twist. With a "click," the person fell into a baby-like sleep.

Harry pulled the connecting wire from his palm, input the virus into the control panel, and tried to retrace his steps. As he turned around, he made eye contact with a man who came up to deliver a chip.

three seconds later

"Someone's in..." Before the man could finish speaking, Harry fired two shots into his chest and one into his forehead, calming the man's soul. But it was too late; the alarm had already been sounded by those who had heard it.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed under his breath and ran quickly toward the back door.

"He's there!"

A Sixth Street gang member spotted Harry, followed by a barrage of gunfire. Harry quickly rolled behind a transformer box, pulled a grenade from his pocket, and threw it at the men. "Go eat your **!"

"That son of a bitch has a hand grenade."

After a loud "boom," Harry simply poked his gun out and fired a few shots at the general location of the Sixth Street gang. Finding no response, he peeked out and saw that the guys were blown to pieces, and several of them had their organs and prosthetics plastered all over the walls.

"You idiot, you didn't even know to dodge when there was a grenade."

Harry emerged from behind the transformer.

"Phew, infiltration successful."

Harry dusted himself off, went out the back door, climbed over the wall, tucked Lexington back into his belt, and made a call to "Dad" in his contacts.

"Harry, how's the mission going?" Father Sebastian's calm voice came through.

"Dad, perfect!"

"You always manage to turn stealth into a gunfight, it's just perfect."

"Dad, Father, please stop teasing me. At least I succeed every time."

"Alright, I've transferred the money to you. Come back sometime."

"knew"

Harry hung up the phone, looked at the extra eight thousand euros in his account, and started planning where to go party that night. Suddenly, a line of blue text appeared in his prosthetic eye: "Active travel energy full, travel can proceed."

"Damn it, I've got a virus," Harry cursed under his breath, stopping his head for the bar and turning to Victor's clinic, intending to have Victor take a look at him. In all of Night City, Victor was the best prosthetic doctor, at least that's what Harry thought.

Pull open the door to Victor's clinic and call out inside:

"Old Wei, can you take a look? I think I've got a virus."

A middle-aged man with an exoskeleton on his hand paused the boxing match on TV and stood up.

"Oh, Harry, our youngest stealth prodigy has finally fallen?"