MagicInkWell

Struck by a bus, offered a second chance — I asked Death for one thing: the power to buy any knowledge, for the right price. Reborn as a half blood orphan in 1993 Britain, I open a quiet enchanted-item shop in Diagon Alley, mastering Enchanting instead of chasing glory. No prophecies. No dueling Dark Lords. Just careful craftsmanship, an anonymous truth-telling paper the Ministry will learn to fear, and a friendship with a boy named Harry Potter who wanders in looking for a new pair glasses. Slice-of-life, slow-burn romance, and a war I intend to survive by never standing in its way. Use of AI due to English being not my first language. Thank you for reading.