Seeking out areas with high densities of homeless people was fairly easy.
In South London for instance, there was Homeless shanty town called Cardboard City or something like that.
The real problem was how much attention got paid to the Homeless population.
In England, the government was actually pretty thorough with their active understanding of their Homeless population.
Too much attention was given to them for Leon to just kidnap a thousand of them off the streets in London.
And because one thousand was the minimum population starter seed group that was safe and required the least amount of selective breeding.
Which was just a weird thing to think about with humans.
Leon needed to be a little more selective about his acquisitions.
Father’s heavy logistics company was really taking off.
With Dremora converted drivers, and an expanding network of contacts, the number of contracts were growing by the month.
And funds on the Muggle side were starting to pick up in a big way.
With muggle cash flow, Leon pondered the possibility of purchasing properties and buildings to convert into homeless shelters that he pull from.
But that would take too long.
He wanted the seed population to be ready by the time the School Year started.
Essentially, Leon needed to kidnap a thousand people in only about a month and a half’s time.
And that was significantly more difficult to accomplish than he had initially figured… at least, without getting caught or raising alarms everywhere.
“*Sigh*” Leon was exasperated as he hauled the first dozen people into The Hunting Grounds where the Mortys and Goblin Dremora mages were ready to receive them and begin the magical brainwashing procedures.
Leon had decided on a ‘grab a couple from various places’ approach for the task of kidnapping the seed population.
He had only grabbed ten people from London’s streets.
Utilizing invisibility potions that he sourced from his [Shop], he was able to quite easily scoop up a few people in the middle of the night without raising alarms.
Ten homeless people disappearing wouldn’t be noticed quickly.
And even if it was noticed, the authorities would be of the Muggle variety, and their investigations would go nowhere.
But even still, Leon felt… odd about the whole thing.
Objectively, these people were getting kidnapped into a much better life.
Free magical healthcare, free education, work, and an overall quality of life improvement.
But they were losing their freedom for all of those things.
The ordered society that the Mortys had meticulously perfected was completely foreign to Leon’s sensibilities about how people should live.
The U.K.s government was… ok, in Leon’s opinion.
The Ministry of Magic was actually quite nice and didn’t restrict the Wizarding population all that much.
But the Theocracy that Mortys enforced in the Vivarium was intense, brutal in many ways, filled with little acts of submission and domination.
Leon didn’t think that was how people should live.
But at the same time.
If the same pattern emerged with humans as had with the Goblins.
A rigidly structured society where everyone is taken care of, healthy, and given reasonable working conditions would actually result in an overall happier population than if they were free to do whatever they wanted.
Anyway, kidnapping around a hundred homeless people from throughout Britain shouldn’t raise any alarms.
But they needed to do it in just few days.
That might raise alarms if all the disappearances were noticed and investigated.
The reason Leon had to do it so quickly was because he and Mother had booked a Portkey to the Americas where they were going to do a bit of a road trip for collecting another hundred people.
After the Americas, they were going to go to Egypt, then India.
Leon would have liked to hit up China as well.
But China was very difficult to enter for witches and wizards.
The Chinese wizards called themselves Immortals and had many practices that extended their lifespans.
But their god complex was bigger than Voldemort’s had been.
They controlled their boarders with iron fists and didn’t take kindly to foreigners.
Not a target that was easily accessible.
Japan was in a similar boat, though significantly easier to get along with.
Portkey travel to the Americas was a very different experience to normal Apparition.
The whole process felt more violent, lasted longer, and left Leon feeling sick for several minutes.
Mother didn’t fare much better.
Long range portkeys were not fun.
It was no wonder why conventional travel methods were still more popular.
Arriving in New York.
Leon couldn’t help the bit of nostalgia that washed over him.
But he shook it off and focused.
Magical Customs was interesting to go through, they cast spells to assess whether or not the pair were carrying contraband, and asked questions about the reasons for their visit.
Tourism was plenty good of an excuse.
Obviously, Leon and his mother weren’t going to say that they were there to kidnap homeless muggles for a human seed population in an isolated, time accelerated world… Although it might be funny to actually tell them that.
They would probably wave it off as an elaborate joke or something.
Finally making their way into New York’s streets.
They began their search while simply going around the city seeing the sights.
Central Park was really interesting on the magical side of things.
There was actually a magical nature preserve at its center that was unplottable, spatially isolated and expanded, and muggle repelling.
Leon and Mother weren’t allowed into the preserve, but it was an interesting find.
Their walk through the city gave them a good idea of where the homeless populations seemed to congregate.
When night fell, Leon begrudgingly purchased another Invisibility potion from his [Shop] knowing that the expenses would be justified by the results didn’t help things.
He couldn’t risk using normal magic in the United States.
He didn’t know how they tracked and detected magical usage here.
But he did know that MACUSA was far more strict than Britains Ministry of Magic.
So, Tamriellic invisibility potions it was.
Leaving the hotel that they had decided to stay at, Leon downed the potion and vanished into the dark alleyways of New York City.
Fortunately, unlike in the games, the effects of the Invisibility potions did not get immediately canceled by doing things like interacting with doors, people or casting simple spells.
The potions invisibility effect lasted for 6 hours and could only be canceled by drinking the antidote, being hit with a large blast of Magicka, or channeling a large amount Magicka.
That meant that Leon had six whole hours to invisibly grab a few dozen Homeless people off the streets in the city.
In New York City, as long as he moved across its span, he could probably disappear a hundred or more Homeless people in a night without raising alarms.
But if he did any more than that, the authorities would start sniffing around.
Fortune favored Leon acquisitions that evening.
He could have easily grabbed more.
But he didn’t want to raise alarms.
So, he limited himself to just 20 from New York City.
Finding homeless women was harder.
Either they were in shelters or were just better at hiding.
Leon was concerned about that.
His seed population could have more females than males, but not the other way around.
Down that path lay genetic stagnation.
Leon couldn’t help feeling like a total creep for specifically hunting for homeless women.
He had to repeatedly move his mind back and forth between his avatars to keep his brain chemistry in check as he hunted.
Now was not the time to feel empathy and human emotions.
If anything, he was saving these people from the streets.
Society had discarded them.
Leon was giving them purpose and a fresh start in life.
Leon returned to the hotel before his invisibility wore off.
Still feeling off about everything.
Over the next three weeks they covered a large portion of North America before finally returning to New York to Portkey away to Egypt.
Leon wasn’t sure how Egypt would go.
But he knew one thing… Egypt was on his shit list.
He didn’t really care about muggle population getting freaked out by his acquisitions, the only thing that saved the scum was the fact that the Ministry would lose their minds if he did what he wanted…
After about five minutes of being in Egypt.
Leon turned them around and headed back to the Ministry Portkey office to immediately leave.
Seeing these people again had reignited a hatred so vast that he knew if he spent any time here at all, he would either need to start screaming racial slurs continuously to release his hatred or he would go on a murderous rampage.
Neither of those were good solutions.
Swapping back and forth between his avatars wasn’t helping.
He needed to leave.
And he needed to leave now.
Entering the Portkey office to go to India instead was an exercise of pure will.
Why did Leon not remember that Muslims ran this country?
Why had he thought that he could simply walk around and find homeless people, here of all places?
Sure, he could throw a stick and hit a terrorist cell on any given street corner.
These people were responsible for more than 50% of terrorist activity worldwide.
Maybe not these specific ones but that didn’t matter, they were all part of the same cult.
The wait for the Portkey to India was an agonizing couple of hours while Leon practically chanted mantras to himself and kept his mind in Coldharbour.
Only peaking out into his Earthly Avatar for a few moments before going back and wreaking havoc on abandoned dilapidated towns in Coldharbour.
Leon’s Dremora could all feel the visceral, unfathomable hatred bleeding off of him like a tidal wave.
All of his realms darkened, the ground quivered, the seas shook.
Finally, Leon grabbed hold of the Portkey and after the intensely unpleasant experience that was Portkey travel.
He found himself in a place that wasn’t infested with Muslims, and he took a deep calming breath.
It took several hours for Leon to finally calm down enough to think straight.
“Was that a hatred version of a panic attack?” He asked no one in particular as he looked at his hands that were still trembling from the aftershocks of the extreme emotions that had flooded his system.
He almost felt like he had a hangover.
The emotions had been that intense.
In Leon’s mind he could still feel the blade that had killed him in his previous life.
Hear their filthy Dirka Dirka speak being yelled in his ears.
Taste the sand on the ground.
Smell the sweat and blood pouring from the other victims.
“Vengeance will be mine to take… eventually they will all pay.” Leon muttered to himself.
With that, Leon felt like his entire trip had been ruined.
It almost didn’t even matter to him if he didn’t get enough for a stable seed population.
He had gone a little overboard in the U.S.A anyway.
He’d managed to snag about six hundred females across thirty states eighty cities.
Along with three hundred males.
Leon had also made sure to target a large variety, black, white, Asian.
And everything in between.
The more varied the better.
Now that he’d been forced to come to India prematurely, Leon decided that he had enough for the Mortys to work with anyway.
No need to get more.
It was a small population.
But with a few generations of controlled pairings, everything should work out just fine.
Exiting the Indian Ministry of Magic’s International Portkey office.
Leon found himself in one of the magical nations that he knew the least about.
Egypt had a very specific magical culture that dated back to ancient times.
When a Muggle born witch or wizard was found they were kidnapped and raised by witches and wizards due to the muggle religions in the region.
Egypt was also well known for Mummies, sphinxes, and a plethora of other magical things.
But India?
Leon knew that they had a lot of snake-oriented magic and used Magic Carpets more than they used brooms… but that was about it.
Leon wasn’t ignorant because of a lack of trying to learn about India.
It was that the wizarding world of Britian didn’t pay any attention to them at all except in international meetings and bashing their Quidditch Team.
He had never even found a reference to their magical schools or what kind of magical creatures were common here!
Leon had basically two weeks to explore India instead of his originally planned single week.
Then he was going to join the Weasleys to go to Diagon Alley for Second Year school supplies.
Gasket had already collected everything for him.
For now, Leon wanted to see what the magical side of India had to offer while distracting himself from that all encompassing rage that had just overwhelmed him.
Leon had expected Britain to be provincial.
The books had practically screamed it.
A country with a single magical shopping street, a single village worth mentioning, a single prison, a single school, and a population small enough that most pure-blood families seemed to know one another by name was never going to be the center of a global civilization.
The only people who believed otherwise were the British.
America had confirmed that multiple times over already.
And in India, the International Portkey terminal in New Delhi processed more travelers in an hour than Diagon Alley probably saw in a week.
Entire districts of the city existed beneath concealment wards, layered one atop another until magical neighborhoods occupied almost as much space as their Muggle counterparts.
Markets stretched for miles beneath enchanted awnings.
Hundreds of workshops specialized in single branches of alchemy.
There were enough wandmakers in one quarter of the city to outnumber every wand shop Leon had ever heard of in Britain… to be fair he only knew about two in Britian, and he had just seen ten of them.
This…
This felt like what a magical civilization should look like.
Magical Britian’s only real claims to fame were their overwhelming publishing capacities, Hogwarts itself, and Dumbledore.
Other than that, when compared to a Magical Nation like India.
They were basically a provincial backwater.
For instance, India’s educational institutions were thousands of years older than Hogwarts.
Some had begun as temple schools, others as alchemical monasteries, martial colleges, or hereditary gurukulas where knowledge passed from master to apprentice over generations.
A few could trace an unbroken line of instruction back to civilizations that existed before the invention of writing in much of Europe.
But it was a very recent development that all of their magical population was being educated.
For most of history, magical education across India had been highly selective.
Family traditions remained within the family.
Guilds trained only apprentices they accepted.
Scholars taught disciples they deemed worthy.
A gifted witch born into the wrong circumstances might never receive formal instruction at all.
Technically, Hogwarts was the first ‘Public’ School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It was certainly not the first magical institution in the whole of the world.
It was, however, regarded almost in the same capacity as Ivy League schools among the Muggles by the wizarding world as a whole.
Hogwarts consistently produced highly capable and world-famous individuals.
Leading to a reputation of being the number one school in the world.
Magical Britian’s conclusion of being the center of the Magical world was nothing short of delusional in Leon’s opinion.
Hogwarts produced a disproportionate number of alumni that had a knack for being at the center of magical events and significant historical breakthroughs.
But… it was laughable to think they were truly significant on a global stage.
The United States’ MACUSA for instance was the youngest of all magical nations.
Yet their wizarding population not only outnumbered Britian’s.
Ilvermorny, their famous school for witchcraft and wizardry, was taking the spotlight over the past hundred years with incredible alumni.
Take Indiana Jones, among curse-breakers and magical archaeologists, the man was practically a legend.
In barely fifteen years, he had recovered more lost magical artifacts than entire international expeditions managed in decades.
Every museum wanted his discoveries.
Every goblin bank wanted him under contract.
Outside North America, there was a name that rarely appeared in newspapers.
He lacked Dumbledore’s international fame, his speeches, and his political influence.
But among those who actually measured magical strength, Harry Dresden’s name surfaced with unsettling consistency.
Aurors, Hit Wizards, and professional duelists all spoke of him with the same mixture of admiration and apprehension.
And rumors abounded about that he was the most powerful wizard alive.
And then, there was Walter White.
Known in the Americas simply as The Alchemist.
Before going to America, Leon hadn’t heard of him at all.
Not a single reference in any of his textbooks.
No academic citations.
Nothing.
But in the brief time he’d stepped into a few magical bookstores in New York City, he’d found entire shelves dedicated to the mans work.
His books were actually mandatory reading in Ilvermorny.
The biggest claim to fame of The Alchemist?
He’d independently achieved something that Nicolas Flamel was famous for.
He’d made a Philosophers Stone of his own and donated it to the MACUSA government.
Then he’d made what he claims is better version of it which he calls the Sorcerers Stone.
Though he’d never demonstrated it or revealed it publicly.
Of course, Leon had been reading The Alchemist’s books here and there along this little journey of his.
But he hadn’t had time to fully delve into the mans work.
He was especially interested in the books on Transfiguration.
He almost couldn’t comprehend why The Alchemist’s feats were not legendary among British wizards.
The man had made a Philosophers Stone!
It was confirmed, and utilized by the MACUSA.
Even if his claim of making a superior version was false, just the creation of a Philosophers Stone should have landed him firmly on at least a chocolate frog card or something.
Comparatively, India didn’t have a lot of ‘big names’ as individuals.
But they had their own claims to fame.
Snake magic was an understatement.
Not only did they basically have an entire branch of magic dedicated to Danger Noodles.
Nearly 70% of their magical population were natural born Parselmouths.
And learning Parseltongue was mandatory in their educational institutions.
But beyond that, their healing magics, and potions were significantly more advanced.
Then there were the Nagas and Lamias.
Leon had expected isolated enclaves, heavily regulated districts, or at the very least a healthy amount of social distance.
Instead, they simply…
lived here.
They shared the streets with witches and wizards as though there had never been any distinction to begin with.
They shopped in the same markets, worked the same jobs, and stood in the same queues outside cafés and Floo stations.
The only concession the city appeared to make was one of practicality.
The wizarding districts reflected that reality.
Streets were noticeably wider than their British equivalents.
Public squares had broad, gently sloping walkways with sweeping divots instead of narrow staircases.
Even the flow of traffic was organized differently, with dedicated lanes allowing the serpentine citizens to move through the city without turning every intersection into a bottleneck.
It wasn’t segregation, it was integration.
Leon watched a Naga retrieve a wand from an intricately carved holster strapped across his chest before casually levitating several crates onto a merchant’s cart.
Nobody looked twice.
Children ran past him without fear.
Shopkeepers chatted with him while weighing produce.
The realization was almost surreal.
Back in Britain, the Ministry couldn’t decide whether magical beings should be classified as “Beings” or “Beasts.” Here…
They were taxpayers.
His attention drifted across the street.
A young wizard sat beneath the awning of a tea shop opposite a Lamia whose emerald scales shimmered in the afternoon light.
They were sharing a plate of sweets, smiling at one another with the sort of awkward enthusiasm that only existed during the first few weeks of a relationship.
Leon watched as the wizard reached across the table and took her hand.
Or rather…
One of them.
The Lamia had four.
Nobody passing by so much as glanced in their direction.
Leon blinked, “…Huh.
That explains the Parselmouths I guess…”
Whether it was centuries of coexistence, intermarriage, ancient magical bloodlines, or some combination of all three, Leon had no idea.
But that 70% statistic made a lot of sense now.
And also made Leon wonder if Salazar Slytherin was originally from India.
Maybe one of his ancestors?
Leon soon found himself wandering through the largest magical marketplace in the entire wizarding world.
If the signs were to be believed.
The Forbidden City in China might have a larger market for all anyone knew.
But no outsiders had ever stepped foot there.
The Nagalok Bazaar.
Calling it a bazaar was almost misleading.
Diagon Alley was a street.
The Grand Concourse in New York City was a bigger street.
Nagalok Bazaar was practically a whole city district.
Covered markets sprawled beneath immense domes of enchanted glass.
Narrow alleys opened into bustling courtyards before branching into yet more streets, each devoted to a different craft or trade.
Wandmakers worked beside jewel-cutters, potion brewers bargained with venom merchants, and entire avenues were given over to enchanted textiles, magical creatures, and alchemical apparatus.
Above it all, bridges linked the upper stories of buildings that had grown skyward over thousands of years, while broad avenues accommodated the steady flow of Nagas and Lamias moving through the city alongside witches and wizards.
“Now this is the heart of a Magical Civilization if I do say so myself.” Leon muttered as he mentally prepared to spend an absolute fortune.
He planned to clear out every bookstore, and acquire breeding pairs of several magical snakes, and other unique magical creatures for the Vivarium.
That would add in a natural predator species for the Acromantula.
Leon was extremely wealthy… but not in a stable way.
He had a lot of savings.
But there was no continuous income.
Everything that he spent was a permanent deduction from his hoard.
Fortunately, barter was just as acceptable in trades here in the Bazaar as hard coin.
Leon had a basically never-ending supply of rare magical components.
A vial of phoenix tears would probably allow him to buy damn near anything.
And he had hundreds of them already prepped.
Moving through the marketplaces Leon made hundreds of purchases in rapid succession.
Books, including the prevalent curriculum books for the magical schools of India for all years.
Dozens of different snake species from a Magical Creature vendor.
Including four breeding pairs of massive magical pythons that preyed on Acromantula in the wild.
Hopefully the Vivarium’s functions included genetic correction or selective breeding functions.
He was fairly certain that it did.
Otherwise, his recent acquisitions were doomed to extinction due to genetic drift.
Leon, spent his time in India traveling between different magical enclaves, towns, and cities.
Everywhere he went started producing a different image of magical Britian in his mind.
Compared to even the United States, Britian’s magical communities almost looked like refugees that had made the lopsided ramshackle architecture style into a permanent fixture of their culture.
India’s Magical side of their cities and towns did not have the look of a building that could not possibly exist without magic holding them together.
Aside from the fact that they were fond or really, really big cloth structures.
Canopies the size of city blocks floated overhead, embroidered with runes that shimmered in the sunlight.
Great halls were roofed with enchanted fabrics stretched across open courtyards instead of timber or stone.
Market districts disappeared beneath vast sheets of brilliantly colored silk that somehow remained perfectly taut despite the wind.
The Magical infrastructure that kept muggles from ever seeing or noticing the magical side of their communities was staggering.
The Indian Ministry must be running their people ragged simply refreshing the wards.
Then again, they also had Lamia and Naga working for them and educated in magic as well.
So, the population of India’s witch/wizard community should actually be expanded to include them as well.
“Britain really thinks they are the center of the Magical World?” Leon asked himself out loud as he sat in a restaurant on the outskirts of yet another Bazaar, he didn’t even know the name of this town.
It was an entirely isolated magical town/city about five hours away from New Delhi.
“The Brits started the Ministry models and unified the wizarding world in the protection of the Statute of Secrecy.
I’d say they have a right to some patriotic delusions.” A man seated at a table off to Leon’s left voiced unprompted.
Leon straightened and turned to the source of the voice and blinked.
“What is a Vampire doing in a normal restaurant?” Leon asked.
He hadn’t really encountered vampires yet, even though he knew that they existed in this world.
The Vampire looked slightly nervous at Leon calling him out, but he adjusted himself in his seat and cleared his throat, “A member of one of the Covens in Britian sent word to Vlad that he had encountered a seemingly human child that called to his blood like a great ancestor would.
That message started an investigation.
An investigation that led to you.
Your wanderings were tracked.
And you happened to visit this town where one of our Covens is located.
I was dispatched to make contact.”
Leon’s brow raised at that.
As the Father of Coldharbour, Vampires were part of his Domain.
He could even transform into a massive Vampire Sovereign form that looked like a fallen angel with blood red, feathered wings.
He hadn’t gotten to confirm how he interacted with this world’s vampires yet.
But now was as good a time as any.
“Well, you’ve made contact.” Leon started, “What do you all want?
Why keep tabs on me?”
“Because…” The vampire shuddered and shook his head, “I have stood in front of Vlad.
The first vampire, the king of all Vampires.
Every one of us shares him as an ancestor by blood.
Even being in his presence… it is not the same as just being near you while you are unaware.
Let alone speaking with you… forgive me.
Perhaps we should take this elsewhere?”
“Name first.” Leon said, “Also, I haven’t gotten my food yet.
Tell me where to go to meet you all and I’ll be there after my meal.”
The vampire immediately stood up and bowed deeply, “My name Draco Von-Willer.
Pleasure to meet you.” After the introduction, the vampire wrote out an address on a slip of paper before leaving the restaurant like a bat out of hell.
“That was interesting.” Leon muttered, Mother happened to be in the restroom while this encounter happened.
“Looks like we’ve stumbled upon something interesting.” He informed her as she sat down at the table with him, sharing the brief encounter with the Vampire.
“My Lord, Vampires are known to be very dangerous Magical Beings by the wizarding world… if they fall in line, they may offer a significant boost for your future plans for this world.” Mother said thoughtfully.
Infrastructure.
From everything that Leon had learned from the Novice Tier purchases.
He was going to need significant infrastructure built on Earth itself.
Strategically placed rituals that would summon the Dark Anchors and Great Shackle.
Each of these sites were going to need to be prepared beforehand.
And activated simultaneously for best effect.
For the entire planet, Leon was going to need a minimum of 100k of these sites.
Preferably placed on locations with a lot of magical power or Leylines close to the surface.
Leon hadn’t gotten enough knowledge as of yet to actually enact his plan to Plane Meld the Earth in the future.
But he at least had an idea of where to start.
Vampires may be a useful group to use to start such endeavors.