Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

December 30, 1991, late at night.

In a very, very far place, a fierce wind howled and dark clouds loomed overhead.

The rain fell like a canopy, and the sea roared furiously, its surging waves like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, swallowing all living things whole.

however.

"Meow~!"

A beam of orange-yellow light pierced through the darkness!

Several pairs of chubby, furry paws pattered across the rolling waves, gliding across the sea as if walking on flat ground!

"Meow~~!"

With its sharp teeth bared, the striped orange Catbus leaped and landed lightly on a rock, shaking its thick fur with a spiky tug.

The two mice hanging on the forehead squeaked twice, changing the sign from "Rock Hut" to "Arrived".

Saul Green stepped out of the extended car door.

He was a boy of about ten years old, wearing a thick black cashmere cloak, a mature and well-tailored black suit, and leather boots that were not dirty at all despite being in the mud.

The most striking thing was the tall top hat on his head, pressing down on his straw-like brown hair.

His face was pale, or perhaps even a little pale, and his gray eyes were like the perpetual fog that shrouded London, concealing his emotions in a hazy mist.

Born in an orphanage in his previous life, he was transported to the magical world of Harry Potter by a great fortune, becoming a distant relative of the pure-blooded Grimm family.

He was adopted by Green's direct bloodline just before he was about to starve to death by his irresponsible parents.

The Grimm family, an ancient and powerful magical family, makes the Malfoys seem like nouveau riche compared to them.

However, the Green family has declined.

In the distant past, when wishes could still be fulfilled, Ancestor Green and several other talented individuals created countless fascinating stories.

These stories, through being passed down, eventually gained self-awareness.

It should have been beautiful and pure, but the younger generation of the Green family saw hope for a rise in it.

They exploited and squeezed the immense energy of these so-called "fantasy entities" to gain endless wealth and status, and extraordinary power.

But what no one expected, or deliberately ignored, was that these fantastical entities underwent a mutation and uprising.

"The illusion turned into a monster, chaos erupted, and the entire family was almost wiped out overnight. Tsk tsk, this is what they mean by 'if you don't do stupid things, you won't die.'" Thor shook his head.

The remaining members were devastated and decided to embark on a path of atonement.

That is, to suppress, purify, and reclaim the escaped fantasy entities.

Let's put these stories back on the bookshelves where they belong.

These people are the librarians.

The most powerful of them is known as the "Librarian," who possesses the talent and ability to use the power of fantasy entities.

"And I, naturally, am the new generation's guild master." Thor curled the corners of his mouth.

Or rather, the last generation.

Because the Green family line has died out.

"Therefore, the Weasley family is the ultimate winner among purebloods."

No matter how big or powerful your business is, if you lose your person, you're still finished.

A dark blue subtitle appeared before Thor's eyes, slightly distorted in the raging storm.

[Current Librarian: Saul Green]

[Fairytale Erosion Level: 2.7% (They yearn to assimilate you)]

[Current number of librarians: Not yet available (You do not yet possess the power of a Contract Ally)]

[Fantasy Form:]

【"The Hands of a Girl Who Lost Them" - Tier 1 White Common】

【Fire Demon "Calcifer" - Tier 1 Purple Rare】

【The Little Match Girl - Tier 2 Blue Rare】

[Item: Mr. Rabbit's Golden Pocket Watch (points to extraordinary items such as secret treasures and fantasy objects)]

Fantasy entities are attracted to each other. As the librarian, you will naturally attract their attention and covetousness.

The levels of the fantasy form are divided into 1 to 9, and each level is further divided into five grades: white, blue, purple, pink, and gold.

Legend has it that there is a black 10th level, but no one has ever actually witnessed its existence.

These are the fantastical entities that Thor has recovered so far.

And the next one is in the dilapidated hut right in front of us.

"You've worked hard, Orange."

Thor patted the thick cat's head and pulled out a dried fish that was over a meter long from his pocket.

"Meow!"

The orange cat's eyes lit up instantly, and it opened its mouth wide and swallowed the "dried fish" in one gulp, then purred contentedly.

Thor smiled and turned to look at the dilapidated hut standing in front of him.

A hand wearing white gloves pulled a large, gleaming gold watch from the left breast pocket.

The pocket watch ticked away rapidly, as if constantly urging its owner, "You're late!"

All the pointers are now pointing straight ahead.

"That's right, the illusion is inside the house."

Sol snapped the watch case shut and strode forward leisurely.

In my mind, I recalled the last words I said to my grandfather as he passed away not long ago, as I held his hand:

I'm so sorry... I've made you suffer, my child... I have no choice but to send you to face those terrifying monsters... All I can leave you is the vast but tedious fortune of the Grimm family...

whee.

"Grandpa, you have no idea what it feels like to go from being a Muggle to a wizard."

Thor sighed inwardly, feeling that his innocent nature had been nurtured in this magical world.

What's more, he genuinely enjoys this job.

"The Bridge to Wonderland is collapsing...collapsing..."

Unaffected by the wind and rain, Saul hummed a tune as he leisurely stepped forward and tapped the creaking door with his fingers.

An uneasy sound came from inside, followed by silence.

It sounded as if someone was listening intently.

So Thor patiently tapped it again.

"Knock knock knock".

"what!"

A short scream followed by hurried footsteps, and the door was slowly pulled open.

A small, thin boy appeared before Thor.

His black hair stood on end in all directions, and behind his crooked round glasses, a pair of bright green eyes stared wide with surprise.

Clearly, they were not getting enough to eat or wear.

Harry Potter...the great savior of the wizarding world.

Thor thought to himself.

He only vaguely remembered some of his memories of Harry Potter from his previous life, and they were not clear.

The ticking of the pocket watch in his pocket was almost continuous, indicating that he was very close to becoming a fantasy body.

"Hello?"

Harry asked curiously, his tone revealing a hint of anticipation.

Before answering, Thor stretched out his hand, and a fireplace with a roaring fire appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"Give."

Thor smiled and tucked the heater into Harry's arms.

The moment Harry touched the heater, a surge of intense heat washed over his entire body, running down his arm.

It's like suddenly immersing yourself in a hot spring; the chill is dispelled and disappears.

"Wow--!"

Harry's eyes widened, and a blush crept onto his pale face.

He suddenly felt a lump in his throat and his eyes welled up with tears.

...The first warmth I received in ten years came not from my aunt and uncle, but from a stranger.

If this is his upcoming birthday present, then it's worth it.

"Are you alright?" Thor asked with concern.

Ha sniffed hard, a smile spreading across his face. Just as he was about to speak, a loud bang suddenly sounded behind him!

"Who are you?! Get out of my house!! I'm telling you, I have a gun!!!"

His Uncle Dursley was furious, pointing a rifle at Saul, while his cousin Dudley and Aunt Petunia cowered behind him.

Harry snapped, "He just came to get out of the rain—"

"Shut up, you brat!" Uncle Dursley spat as he spoke. "I don't know where you got these freaks from! He's here to deliver a message, isn't he? I'm telling you, I won't allow it!"

"Get out! Get out of here right now!"

"..."

Thor raised an eyebrow slightly, his gray eyes fixed on the dark muzzle of the gun, the smile on his lips unchanged.

He opened his arms, as if facing not a threat, but a talking dried carrot, and said in a friendly and gentle manner:

"Ah, please don't panic. I'm not a suspicious person; I'm just here to perform my duties."

Meeting Mr. Dursley's surprised, angry, and puzzled gaze, Saul gracefully removed his top hat and gave a slight bow:

"My name is Saul Green, the current librarian, son of the author Green, and the last descendant of the Green family."

"The reason I've come to bother you is simply to retrieve a runaway 'naughty kid'."

"W-what?"

Dursley was taken aback, clearly stunned by Saul's haughty attitude.

He steadied himself, his gaze greedily fixed on the large gold watch peeking out of Saul's pocket. He licked his lips and lowered the gun barrel slightly.

He doesn't seem to be a freak like Harry...maybe he has a rich dad and can make some money off him.

"Kid! Let me tell you, you're trespassing—"

"Oh, by the way, this is my business card."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Saul raised his top hat forward.

As if by magic, a pale and slender arm emerged from the hat.

The arm looked as if it had been chopped off from a limb, and it gleamed with a pearly sheen like that of a corpse.

Held in mid-air, a gold-embossed business card dangled between his slender, scallion-like fingers.

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