The Bricks of Silence

They entered and were greeted by an astonishing sight. A grand hall stretched before them, bathed in golden light despite the lack of windows. Intricate marble pedestals, each holding a different model of a city, lined the walls. The models themselves were marvelous, with tiny, moving parts that reimagined the cities of their dreams.

"Wow," Ron breathed, eyes wide.

"Welcome," a voice echoed through the hall. They turned to see a man descending a curved staircase. He appeared to be in his late thirties, with stark white hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through them.

"I am Sylvan," he said, with a cryptic smile. "I've been expecting you three."

"How do you—" Hermione started, but Sylvan raised a hand.

"Names and purposes have a way of reaching us in the most surprising manners," he said softly. "You have found The Unseen Architects. We design the future you cannot yet see." His words lingered in the air, like a promise and a challenge.

"Design the future?" Harry asked.

"Indeed," Sylvan nodded. "But not all agree with our vision. You must decide if this is where you want to be." His eyes gleamed with both kindness and an unspoken warning.

The Usual Unusual Day

Harry squinted against the gleaming sunlight of New York City, his round glasses catching glints from towering skyscrapers.

"It's so different from Diagon Alley," Hermione remarked, her bushy hair bouncing with each step.

"Feels busier," Ron added, looking around nervously.

"Follow me," Harry said, feeling a peculiar pull. He led them into a narrow, shadowed alley away from the bustling streets.

"Harry, what are we doing here?" Hermione questioned.

"I don't know yet," Harry replied, running his fingers along an invisible outline. Suddenly, the air shimmered, and a door appeared.

"After you," Harry grinned, stepping inside.