Magic London: The City of Harry Potter

A few drops of cold rain fall on your closed eyes. You breathe in one more time to take in what just happened: Aylin vanished into thin air. But she doesn’t have magical powers! You can still feel the smell of her tangerine blossom hair, and a shiver goes down your spine.

A few people are staring at you, and seeing your reflection in a muddy pond on the ground, you can’t blame them. Taller and thinner than everyone else, with unruly ginger hair and a white beard, you, Theodgar, a wizard of High Order, always draw attention to yourself, even when you’re wearing a grey cardigan and carry a black umbrella like everyone else.

Now, you must find Aylin. It is of the utmost importance. Lately, the Dark Realm has been closer to our world than ever before; you can feel the evil slipping in through the rifts scattered throughout the world. The air itself is charged with dark potential.