Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

The air seemed to freeze instantly.

Meeting the Dursleys's stunned gazes, Saul glanced at the pale, severed hand eerily protruding from the top hat and smiled knowingly:

"Ah~ it's 'The Hands of a Girl Who Lost Their Hands,' which I won from a demon."

"You all think it's adorable, right? A truly elegant lady."

He truly loves these adorable fantasy figures.

The magical world is the best!

Thor grinned, a genuine smile blooming on his handsome face.

Hearing his praise, the pale, severed hand curled up shyly.

It reminded Harry of the Venus flytrap, which catches insects.

"......cool."

Harry's mouth dropped open. Although he was a little horrified, he felt a surge of admiration and pleasure.

Is this the magical world? Wow, that's amazing!

Harry turned his head to look.

Uncle Dursley made a "gurgling" sound, as if he were being choked.

His eyes bulged, his cheeks were purplish-red, and he stared at his pale arm, his hands trembling so much that he could barely hold the gun.

Cousin Dudley was terrified and clung desperately to Aunt Penny's clothes, nearly strangling her.

Harry's lips slowly curled into a smile.

He suddenly realized that this would be the best birthday of his life.

......

at the same time.

On the other side, in the Scottish Highlands, at Hogwarts.

"Professor Dumbledore, you must see this!"

Professor McGonagall rushed into the headmaster's office, interrupting Snape and Dumbledore's conversation, slammed a letter on the table, and anxiously wrung her hands.

"Notice of punishment for Thor Green's repeated disregard for the Wizarding Secrecy Act and his unauthorized use of magic in front of Muggles... Hmph."

Snape curled his lips into a smirk and clapped his hands in a sarcastic tone:

"What an ignorant and arrogant person, just like a troll. There are so many idiots like this these days."

Professor McGonagall: "He's still a child!"

Snape: "..."

"If I remember correctly, the Green family has already rejected Hogwarts' acceptance letter, right?"

"They believe their child is so intelligent that he doesn't need to go to magic school... or that the child's purpose in life is to clean up their messes."

Dumbledore nodded slowly: "I think, regarding the Green family's attitude towards Hogwarts, yes. They rejected us."

"But!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but exclaim, "If this continues, this poor child will be ruined!"

"What did he do wrong? He was just born into that family and was forced to face those terrible things! He's probably trembling with fear right now!"

"We have to do something before the Ministry of Magic catches him!"

"You're right, Minerva. The refusal is the Green family's opinion; we must ask the child himself directly."

Dumbledore's tone remained calm and unhurried, as if nothing could make him anxious.

With a wave of his aged hand, a crystal ball floated over.

"I'll need you to make the trip yourself, Minerva. Please take the letter with you."

"Let's see where this child is right now, casting his unique and interesting spells..."

As Dumbledore's hand brushed across the crystal ball, a mysterious ripple emerged from within.

"Ah... a small house standing on the rocks, the weather isn't very nice, and there's an adorable cat car, excellent shapeshifting... Look, our Thor is standing in front of the house, and what's in front of him is—"

"Harry Potter???"

Their precious saviors of the magical world?!

Dumbledore's smile froze.

Professor McGonagall stared in disbelief, as if she had been punched.

After a two-second silence, Snape's drawn-out voice rang out:

"...Wonderful."

As expected of a descendant of the Green family, they're really good at causing trouble.

Professor McGonagall snapped out of her daze and let out a sharp, explosive sound!

She grabbed the letter from the table and ran out of the room like a whirlwind!

—Harry Potter, please don't let yourself be led astray!!

A magical world is perfectly normal!!

......

Inside the rock cabin.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

Uncle Dursley was panting like an overexerted old dog, pointing a trembling finger at Saul, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

At this time.

Suddenly, a sound came from the hand warmer in Harry's hand:

"Stop wasting your breath on those idiots, Thor! Don't forget you're still being chased by the Ministry of Magic. Let's finish this and get out of here!"

"Wow!"

Harry gasped and looked in surprise at the fireplace in his hands.

The flames in the stove sprouted eyes and a mouth, and were jumping impatiently.

Upon seeing Harry's gaze, Flame grinned smugly, pointed with its little hand, and said:

"Hmph, scared, huh? I am Calcifer, the Fire Demon! I'm incredibly powerful! If I hadn't lost the bet, do you think I would have obediently become a hand warmer!"

"Oh my god..."

Harry murmured, his eyes sparkling.

At this time.

It seemed that the "talking flame" had completely overwhelmed Mr. Dursley's last shred of sanity.

His fat face was flushed red with rage. Instinctively, he dared not vent his anger on Thor, so he took it all out on Harry, roaring:

"I knew it all along... I knew you were an ungrateful stray dog! I thought that by beating you up a few times and starving you, I could squeeze all those weird quirks out of you!"

"But it turns out you're just like your monstrous parents! Crazy! Mentally ill! You'll be blown to bits sooner or later!!!"

Harry's head was buzzing.

His emerald green eyes stared intently at his roaring uncle, and he felt a violent emotion tearing at his body from within.

How could he, how could he say such things about my parents...!

"Beep beep beep beep!!"

The pocket watch emitted a piercing alarm.

"Opus~" the Fire Demon clicked his tongue, "It seems we have good news and bad news."

"The good news is: we found the hidden illusion."

The bad news is: it's getting out of control.

"That's great," Thor said expectantly. "Wouldn't it be wonderful to witness the transformation of a fantasy form?"

Fire Demon: "You are inherently evil..."

Thor: "Hiss—speaking of which, the savior has been corrupted by fairy tales, he should be alright, right?"

He thought for a moment and came to a conclusion:

Oh dear, no one at Hogwarts knows he was here, how could anything have happened?

Learning to face evil early on is a beautiful fairy tale, and also a kind of growth.

Followed by.

"We've had enough! You and your parents are disgusting freaks—"

"I won't allow you to talk about my parents like that!!!"

In an instant, a piercing shriek tore through the sky, piercing the churning storm outside like a sharp sword!

The shadow on the floor widened.

Mr. Dursley fell completely silent, backing away in shock and horror, his gaze fixed upwards.

—A terrifying giant white swan emerged from Harry's back.

As if shedding its ugly and weak shell, the swan gracefully spreads its wings, and its pure white feathers flutter down.

It would be even more beautiful if it weren't covered in mouths full of sharp teeth.

"It's so beautiful..."

Thor gazed at the swan's figure with fascination, his eyes lingering on its saw-like beak.

—Fantasy story, The Ugly Duckling was born.