Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

"Oh, oh~"

Dumbledore opened his eyes wide and waved his hand, dispelling the smoke and dust in front of him.

Once the dust settled, Thor was already standing inside the car.

Thor intended to run away—cough, no, to say goodbye—but as he turned his head, he spotted Mr. Ollivander, the stick-wielding man, who appeared quite small and thin in the crowd.

Oh dear, this is a rare opportunity! Let him tell Mr. Ollivander this good news!

Thor smirked, took out the Rose Thorn Wand, and waved it at the wand maker, pleased to see the other's eyes widen in shock!

"—Please, please wait a moment, Mr. Green!"

Ollivander couldn't help but run out, his eyes gleaming with intense thirst for knowledge!

He had never seen such an unusual wand before! How could it be made to be used by a descendant of the Grimm family?!

"What exactly is that magic wand of yours—"

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

"Time waits for no one, Mr. Ollivander. See you again sometime!"

Thor said regretfully, leisurely putting away his wand, taking off his top hat, waving to the stunned crowd around him, and winking as he said:

"See you at the start of the semester, Professor Dumbledore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of her hand and fell backward.

"Meow~!"

A rough and loud meow was heard.

The Catbus leaped up with a whoosh, its six legs nimbly hopping onto the shop roof and running past the stone carving of the fire-breathing white dragon in Gringotts!

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from people's sight.

"...Merlin's beard, that's so cool!"

The wizards craned their necks, staring in shock and admiration at the direction Thor had disappeared!

I'm so envious!

—That's just talk in the owl world. In reality, who wouldn't want to take a frantic ride on the Catbus?!

In the crowd, a boy with platinum blonde hair pointed to the air and said eagerly, "I want one of those magical cats too, Dad!"

"Patience, Draco, we'll have it."

Mr. Malfoy patted his son's shoulder reassuringly, looked up into the sky with a deep gaze, and murmured:

"That must be a child from the Green family, huh? Indeed, as the rumors say, they're arrogant... and as the rumors say, they possess incredible treasures!"

Such a magical "cat cart" was something that not only he had never seen, but the entire wizarding world had never seen before.

They seem like magical creatures from another world.

"Draco, that kid's bound to be a Slytherin," Mr. Malfoy said with a smug smirk. "Go and befriend him; the Malfoys don't mind taking in a helpless orphan."

"Yes, Father!"

Draco grinned, revealing a smile identical to Mr. Malfoy's.

In short, "stinky fart".

......

As the unrest subsided, on the other side...

Dumbledore looked away, shook his head helplessly, but felt a little better: "Sigh, there's just no way to deal with Thor."

We'll teach them slowly once they get to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore glanced lightly at the pale-faced Snape, then looked at Harry and said gently:

"Harry, I'm Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. Would you like to come with me to Florin's Ice Cream Parlor and tell me about your adventures?"

Harry nodded nervously.

She then looked at Professor Snape and asked cautiously, "What about Professor Snape? I'm perfectly fine! But Professor Snape is seriously injured!"

Snape paused, a complex expression appearing on his face—he looked like he was constipated.

"Haha," Dumbledore's smile softened even more, "Professor Snape will be escorted to St. Mungo's by the Aurors, if he so chooses, you need not worry."

"I see."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know what "Saint-Mongko" is, it sounds like a hospital in the magical world.

Hagrid rushed over, saw Harry, let out a loud shout, opened his thick arms, and gave Harry a big hug.

It almost broke Harry's ribs.

This resulted in Harry's first injury of the day.

Meanwhile, a letter was being carried by a phoenix-shaped Patronus to Harry's uncle's family.

Harry had no idea that when he got home, he would find his treatment had changed drastically.

......

Hampstead Gardens, northwest London, England.

Thor leisurely stepped off the Catbus, his gray eyes gazing at the Muggle community bathed in the sunset.

This is a quiet and upscale residential area. Because it was dinner time, there wasn't a single person to be seen on the streets for half the day.

"What did you send to those two donuts and that skinny guy?" the Fire Demon poked his head out and asked curiously.

"Donuts and skinny sticks" refers to the Dursleys.

Apart from Thor, Lord Calcifer, who considers himself a noble demon, disdains to remember the names of other humans.

"Nothing much," Thor said casually. "I just reminded Dumbledore to slip a few Galleons in when he sent the letter."

"As for myself... in the spirit of treating people with kindness, I simply enclosed a copy of the Duke of Green's investiture document with this letter."

Thor smiled, his straw-colored hair fluttering freely in the evening breeze, and said lightly:

"It's nothing serious, isn't it? Just a piece of scrap paper found in the garbage dump of the house."

It might be especially effective for someone like Dursley, who wouldn't do anything without a reason.

Fire Demon: "..."

Although it doesn't understand human rules, it knows that whenever Thor says "It's no big deal," it means...

You'd better believe it's "really big".

Thor walked indifferently toward the sunset, a gentle breeze caressing his face.

—Sal is all too familiar with how a mere sliver of favor can draw countless people to him.

A long shadow was cast behind Thor, and upon closer inspection, it appeared to be wriggling slightly.

After walking for a while, on the edge of this suburban residential area, a chilling aura seeped in.

Saul looked up, his gaze passing over the last house.

With a "whoosh" sound, a gloomy and dark mansion was torn apart from the air!

A dark red, rusted iron fence with sharp spikes, a lawn overgrown with weeds and nettles, and red-eyed crows perched on withered branches.

And after that came a huge, dark gray mansion that could terrify a child.

He stood straight and upright, like a most rigid and inflexible old nobleman.

This is the Green family mansion.

The Green family doesn't have any special feelings towards Muggles because they have already "isolated" everyone else.

This is one of the family's properties, mainly intended to allow Green to experience normal energy, thereby preventing him from being seduced by power and repeating the Green family's old mistakes.

It has some effect, but not much.

Thor stepped forward, feeling as if he were passing through layers of magical barriers, like walking through layers of plastic wrap.

"I wonder if there are any clues about 'Alice' in the house."

Thor pondered, wanting to find information about this senior.

Even if he doesn't find it, he plans to spend the rest of the time in this house before the start of the semester.

Located in London, it offers convenient transportation.

He liked the simple and honest folk customs very much.

Suddenly, Thor stopped in his tracks.

He saw a figure pacing anxiously and confusedly in circles, as if the empty streets in Saul's eyes were shrouded in mist for her.

That's a girl.

She had messy brown curly hair, a fair face, and a pair of slightly protruding front teeth.

It looks like a clever and lively chipmunk.

Thor squinted, and then his eyes gradually brightened!

...A wild "fantasy entity"?