Harry Potter and the Deep Freeze

The Emerald Dungeons

The morning air was crisp as Harry stepped into his office. A stack of fresh reports waited on his desk, delivered by one of Percy's aides. Harry sipped his tea as he thumbed through the documents, his expression shifting from curiosity to intrigue.

Two new dungeons had been discovered, one in Northern Ireland and the other in Southern Ireland. Both were unlike any the sanctuary had encountered before, specializing in building materials rather than food, artifacts, or magical resources.

The Reports

Harry called a meeting with his core team, spreading the reports across the long table in the strategy room. Neville, Luna, Draco, and Percy were already seated, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.

"The dungeon in Northern Ireland," Harry began, tapping the map, "is said to be filled with tiles, porcelain, and marble. From what the scouts described, it's like walking into a craftsman's dream—every type of material you could think of for flooring and backsplashes, all perfectly preserved and enchanted."

"Tiles?" Neville asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's... oddly practical for a dungeon."

"Practical or not, it's valuable," Percy pointed out. "If we can secure a steady supply, it could transform how we build and expand the sanctuary."

Harry nodded and moved to the next report. "The Southern Ireland dungeon is just as unique. It specializes in rare woods—cedar, ebony, mahogany, even bamboo. The scouts noted that the wood is magically resistant to rot and decay, making it perfect for construction."

Luna tilted her head, a thoughtful look on her face. "It's almost like the dungeons are providing for us again. First food, then artifacts, and now building materials. Do you think they're aware of what we need?"

"Or they're chaotic," Draco interjected. "Random and unthinking, but appearing just close enough to be useful. Either way, we can't ignore them."

Preparing the Teams

Harry nodded, glancing at Percy. "We'll need two teams. One for each dungeon. The Northern Ireland team will focus on extraction and cataloging materials, while the Southern Ireland team will do the same with the rare woods."

Percy scribbled furiously in his notebook. "Understood. I'll ensure both teams are equipped with containment charms, enchanted tools, and transport runes for heavy materials."

Neville leaned forward. "We'll also need to consider how to store and process everything once it's back in the sanctuary. The wood alone could take up a massive amount of space."

"I'll handle that," Harry said. "The dome's expansion has given us plenty of room, and the new warehouses can be enchanted for sorting and preservation."

Draco tapped the table. "We should expect dangers in both dungeons. The food dungeon had beasts, and the artifact dungeon was full of traps. These will be no different."

"Agreed," Harry said. "We'll include fighters and curse-breakers on both teams. No one goes in unprepared."

Later That Day

The teams for both dungeons were assembled by midday, their members carefully chosen for their expertise.

The Northern Ireland team included artisans, builders, and magical researchers, with a few combat-trained individuals for protection. They were tasked with cataloging the materials and bringing back samples of the enchanted tiles and porcelain.

The Southern Ireland team consisted of woodworkers, herbologists, and researchers, along with fighters to handle any creatures they might encounter. Their focus was on extracting samples of the rare woods while preserving the dungeon's integrity.

Harry met with both groups at the sanctuary's main gate, offering a few final words before they departed. "These dungeons are unique opportunities," he said. "But don't let that distract you from the risks. Stay focused, stay safe, and bring back whatever you can."

A Growing Mystery

As the teams left for their missions, Harry returned to his office, the map of the UK spread out before him.

With each new dungeon that appeared, the pattern became harder to ignore. Food, artifacts, crystals, shells, tiles, wood—each dungeon seemed to offer something practical, almost as if it were designed to support the sanctuaries.

Luna's earlier words echoed in his mind: Do you think they're aware of what we need?

Harry didn't know the answer, but the question lingered, heavy with possibility.

For now, all he could do was wait for the teams to return—and hope the dungeons hadn't grown more dangerous along with their mysterious rewards.