Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

"...It seems that I now know where I'm going after taking the shrinking potion."

Thor curled his lips into a smile, gazing up at the exquisite wooden door with great interest, noticing the golden keyhole.

"Looks like I need a key... Anyway, if the door's here, the key shouldn't be far off."

Thor nodded and carefully put away the shrinking potion.

Next, it's a matter of searching for the next lost fantasy entity while waiting for school to start.

"Speaking of which, the pocket watch also chimed when Hermione was nearby." Thor opened Mr. Rabbit's gold pocket watch, and the hands were now back to normal.

"It's still at a very, very mild level. Alice can't be by my side anymore, so it might not flare up on Hermione."

After all, fantasy beings feed on strong and extreme emotions, and Hermione, who is devoted to studying, at most has minor conflicts with her friends.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem intense enough to incubate a fantasy entity.

Saul felt relieved, but then sighed with some regret.

"Oh right, I also need to go to Corner Alley again. Alice's attack was too sudden, and I haven't bought my school supplies yet—"

Just then.

"Coo coo!"

A loud cry rang out from outside the window.

Thor peered out and saw a group of large, powerful owls flapping their wings, their talons clutching a large string of things, hovering in the mist.

When Thor put them in, the heavy books, brass scales, telescope, and various scattered crystal medicine bottles all clattered and crashed onto the table and the floor!

These are all essential items for the start of the school year.

Among them was a gleaming, high-quality tin crucible, and packages of precious medicinal herbs not listed on the inventory list.

This includes snake eggs, a complete specimen of the Moonbeam scarab, and the Magical Grass—a type of grass that looks like a coin and is absolutely impossible to buy through legitimate channels.

Ever since ancient wizards went mad with using their sniffers to find this plant, which is said to enhance potential, it has become extremely rare and is strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic.

"...Wow!"

Thor sighed, his eyes widening slightly.

Thorn felt a jolt in his heart, paused for a moment, and then chuckled softly a few seconds later.

He thought he knew who had given him these "gifts".

......

While Saul was happily sorting through the treasures he had received.

the other side.

As soon as Hermione emerged from the gray mist, she was immediately embraced by her parents.

"Oh! Where have you been, my darling! It's already dark!"

Her mother hugged her tightly, almost suffocating her.

When Hermione saw the person in the dark wizard's robes beside her, she felt even more suffocated and quickly blushed as she broke free from her mother's embrace.

Before Hermione could speak, the wizards asked, "You went into that mist? Did that brat let you into his manor?"

Hermione frowned; the eager looks in these people made her instinctively dislike them.

It's a bit like those silly kids in school who fight and scramble over a piece of dessert after dinner.

Hermione: "Who are you?"

The wizards paused, their expressions growing impatient. "We are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. We detected dark magic fluctuations here and came to investigate."

"Did you install surveillance cameras outside the Saul house?"

"What 'sharp opening'? Oh dear, why do you ask so many questions, kid! You called that brat 'Sol,' so you must have gone to his manor too, right?"

"Tell us quickly, what does it look like inside? What's inside?"

The Aurors stared intently into her eyes, their attitude somewhat aggressive.

Hermione pouted, suddenly feeling inexplicably unwilling to tell the truth, and whispered, "I...I don't know...I fainted as soon as I went in."

"What? Think about it again—"

"Gentlemen?"

The Grangers frowned, straightened up, shielded their daughter with their arms, and looked at the wizards with displeasure and wariness.

"..."

The Aurors exchanged glances, clicked their tongues, and forced a smile:

"Whenever you remember, write to the Ministry of Magic. If you remember anything important, the Ministry will definitely reward you!"

For example, a letter of commendation or something.

Hermione nodded sullenly, remaining silent, secretly watching the wizards with her large brown eyes, muttering to herself:

Why does this seem a bit different from the "Auror" described in the book...?

Seeing that they were about to leave, Hermione suddenly blurted out a question:

"Wait a minute! Aren't you going to deal with that black—that patch of gray fog?"

Hermione meant to say "deal with that dark wizard," but then changed her mind.

"The book says that kind of magical barrier belongs to dark magic and is not allowed!"

The Aurors exchanged glances and chuckled mockingly: "Little girl, you should know that there are some people in this world who can make 'unacceptable things' exist."

For example, "Green" or "Malfoy".

As far as they knew, this gray fog was actually created to prevent others from accidentally entering the eerie house and "mysteriously disappearing."

It's not to trap intruders, but rather to protect them!

After saying that, the Aurors looked around, and under the cover of night, they turned around and disappeared with a series of thuds.

"..."

"Come on, my little darling, you must have been terrified tonight."

Mrs. Granger gently took her daughter's hand, and seeing that she still seemed a little dazed, she couldn't help but smile:

"When you get back, you can tell me the story of that 'Sol'."

Hermione snapped back to reality and shouted angrily, "Who wants to talk about him! He's the worst wizard in the world!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought he was your friend."

"I......"

Hermione fell silent, her mind still foggy, and she couldn't help but yawn.

Tonight was so exciting and exhausting.

On her way back, Hermione couldn't help but turn her head and glance in the direction of Thor's mansion one last time.

What came into view was an ordinary street hidden in the night.

At the edge of this scene, a strange, iridescent hue faintly appeared.

Anyway, I'm going to Hogwarts soon, so we probably won't see each other again.

Hermione turned around, her eyes gleaming!

When she returns from Hogwarts, she'll definitely show that arrogant guy that she's really capable too!

Hermione couldn't help but smile at the thought of Thor's shocked and admiring expression.

She was determined to prove that she, being a Muggle, was no less capable than anyone else!

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

......

Hogwarts begins its school year at 10:30 a.m. on September 1st.

King's Cross Station, London.

Thor looked at the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10 and took a deep breath.

Feeling the magical aura wafting in the air and listening to the surrounding noise, a happy smile crept onto my face.

His encroachment—no, I mean his wonderful campus life—is about to begin.

In this place, where magic is most concentrated in all of Britain, it must attract many fantasy beings.

"Hehe, I can't wait!"

Thor smiled.

Tick, tick.

The sound of the gold pocket watch kept coming.

Thor lifted his foot and stepped into the brick wall!

Behind him, the Auror sent by the Ministry of Magic shivered, his body stiffening even more.

...As expected of the Ministry of Magic's number one dangerous individual, he's truly quite sinister.

He dutifully pushed Saul's luggage and also entered the brick wall.

A flash of light.

Thor squinted, and what came into view was a bustling passageway!

Various owls hovered overhead, and a dark red train was parked beside the passageway, whirring and puffing out plumes of white steam.

The cast iron ticket had the following words written in gold lettering:

Platform 9¾!