Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

Author: Buried in Hard Work

Summary:

Grindelwald did it, Dumbledore did it, so why am I the only one called the Demon King?

I have a nose, okay!

The Prophet and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 1 Platinum blonde hair, heterochromatic eyes, prophet.

On a street in Barnet, North London, where there weren't many pedestrians, passersby glanced at a boy's stall on the side of the street.

The boy looked to be eleven or twelve years old, with platinum blonde hair, and was dressed very smartly.

He looks like a young gentleman.

His dignified and gentlemanly demeanor was not the main reason why passersby turned their attention; the real reason was the stall in front of the boy.

Section 20 of the UK's Children and Young People Act states that, in principle, children are prohibited from engaging in street trading.

The Juvenile Act of 1963 raised the minimum age for independent street trading from 16 to 17.

Meanwhile, the Employment Act specifically stipulates that teenagers aged 14–16 may only engage in very limited auxiliary transactions at a limited time and place, accompanied by their parents, with special permission from the local government and holding a license.

This means that selling lemonade at your doorstep is not a big problem, but setting up a stall on the street is absolutely not allowed.

Although that's what the law says, I'm bringing my own country's circumstances to England.

In other neighborhoods, there might be children setting up stalls to make a living, but what kind of place is this?

This is Barnet, a genuine wealthy neighborhood.

The wealthy gentlemen living in Barnet are kind-hearted and cannot bear to see poor people and homeless people in their neighborhood.

Therefore, in such situations, the young people setting up stalls are usually driven away, or even arrested on the spot.

If you've never seen it before, you'll naturally find it strange; if you happen to pass by, you'll definitely take a second look.

As they watched, Scotland Yard patrolmen arrived.

"What are you doing?" The patrolman approached the boy, and perhaps because he was dressed respectably, he did not speak to him in a very rude manner.

“Street performance, sir.” To the patrol officers’ surprise, the boy showed no signs of unease or fear, but instead readily handed them a permit.

"This is a performance permit approved by the Barnet District Council, which specifically allows me to perform 'fortune telling and prophecy experiences' on the streets of Barnet."

Would you two officers like to give it a try?

The two patrol officers who checked the boy's performance permit did not patronize the boy's business.

There's no other reason than that I'm short of money.

In London, a typical street fortune telling session costs around £10.

At popular tourist spots, the price of a fortune reading can increase by £5.

But at the boy's stall, the price was clearly marked as 30 GBP per person per session for fortune telling and prophecy experiences.

These patrol officers only earn a little over £1000 a month before tax.

In this situation, making each of them pay £30 to "curry favor" with this rich young man experiencing life...

Let's forget about it then.

After the two patrol officers left, the boy leisurely sat back down on the small chair behind the stall, waiting for the right person to arrive.

Soon, his destined person arrived.

"May I know your name, little prophet?" The newcomer was a young lady wearing a dark blue coat, holding the hand of a girl with a thick, unruly head of brown hair.

It's worth mentioning that the girl has a pair of unusually large front teeth and brown eyes.

Isaac, the young man, lingered his gaze on the girl's head for a moment, concealing the slight envy in his eyes, before speaking seriously to the young lady.

"Of course, madam. Isaac Waldore pays his respects, and perhaps you would like to make a pleasant prophecy?"

It was only then that Granger, who was with his daughter, realized that the boy named Isaac had platinum blonde hair.

It even has rare heterochromia.

This unusual behavior made Mrs. Granger instinctively tighten her grip.

Hermione Granger felt the pressure of her mother's hand, but didn't say anything, only nervously pursing her lips.

"So...can it really be predicted? I mean, can you foresee the future or something, for just 30 pounds?"

Mrs. Granger's words sounded somewhat incoherent, and even Hermione could sense her mother's loss of composure.

Hermione understands her mother very well.

Receiving an acceptance letter from a magic school is such a bizarre thing that it can happen to you. People are always excited and apprehensive when they open the door to a new world.

As the person involved, Hermione appeared to be more composed.

She picked up where her mother left off and asked Isaac, who was still smiling, "Does my mother mean that you can predict the future for just 30 pounds?"

"No need for a greater price?"

In Mrs. Granger and Hermione's simple belief, cheap things are never good.

For those two patrol officers, £30 was an expense that required careful budgeting.

For the Grangers, a couple who run a private dental practice together, £30 is nothing.

After listening to the mother and daughter, Isaac expressed his understanding: "No, it's not necessary. What I showed you was only a possibility, not an unchangeable future."

"Any factor can change the future. For example, the fact that you two are standing at my stall right now might change the future."

I can only reveal to you the future that has a higher probability of success.

Eleven-year-old Hermione was a little confused by Isaac's words, but Mrs. Granger understood them perfectly.

Isn't this just the most standard "disclaimer"?

I cannot guarantee that what I say is correct. If I am wrong, it means that the future has been changed by some factor.

Mrs. Granger thought she had encountered a real little wizard/prophet, but she was clearly overthinking things.

Although the boy named Isaac was not the "real deal," Mrs. Granger did not intend to expose him.

The fact that the patrol officers didn't drive the boy away proves that he belongs to this social class.

People who live in Barnet don't care about £30.

What's a 30-pound fee to hear such a young gentleman speak auspicious words?

Consider it a tip for the boy.

Mrs. Granger immediately decided to ask Isaac to "divine" her daughter's future.

Before he could finish speaking, Isaac said, "Your daughter will likely achieve great things in a niche field in the future."

As for recently... I think you should perhaps be more patient.

After all, haven't you already responded?

Hermione pouted when she heard Isaac's first words. Then she abruptly turned to look at Mrs. Granger.

Mrs. Granger's eyes widened slightly at the end. Were Isaac's words unintentional, or had he truly figured something out?

Not long ago, my daughter received a letter delivered by an owl; it was an admission notice to a magic school.

At first, the Grangers thought it was just a prank, but after trying to find out, they realized it didn't seem like a prank at all.

They wrote back as requested in the letter, and now they were filled with anxiety!

Chapter 2 Grindelwald, the Owl Messenger

Isaac collected the three £10 notes Mrs. Granger had paid him not long ago, and also packed up his little stall.

The stall was nothing special, just two small chairs, a folding coffee table, and a stall sign.

Mrs. Granger instinctively reached out to help, only to find that Isaac picked up the things as if it were effortless.

Is it that he handles heavy tasks with ease, or is this child just simple-minded and energetic?

"Mrs. Granger, don't worry. Your concerns will be answered tomorrow."

Granger only came to his senses after Isaac's figure disappeared completely.

“Hermione…” Mrs. Granger looked at her daughter, wondering if the boy was indeed one of her kind.

Did he receive an acceptance letter from Hogwarts?

Hermione was no longer as quick-witted as usual; after all, she was just an 11-year-old girl.

When faced with a situation that challenges one's worldview, the brain will inevitably shut down.

Fortunately, the new brain worked well, and young Hermione suddenly discovered the blind spot.