Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

[Congratulations! You have successfully captured a fantasy creature—a Tier 2 Blue Rare "Bremen Orchestra"!]

As Miss Butterfly's final note faded away.

A curtain made of bright orange-yellow blocks slowly closed high in the sky.

Sol stood on the gradually disappearing black and white piano keys, his eyes closed, one hand raised high, and his back bent deeply.

This moment.

Hermione felt as if a dazzling spotlight was shining down on Thor.

He was like a veteran artist on stage, paying the most solemn respect to the empty audience.

For a fleeting moment, Hermione was even somewhat moved.

It seemed to be the first time she realized just how much the matter of "reclaiming fantasy entities" meant to Thor.

It's worth embracing with your life.

Hermione pursed her lips, then strode forward and forcefully lifted Thor's face!

They forcefully lifted his body up!

? ?

Thor opened his eyes in surprise, his rapturous expression vanishing like bubbles at sunrise.

As if waking from a deep dream, he looked at the brown-haired girl who was so close to him.

The distance was so close that he could clearly see the anger and anxiety flashing in the girl's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"What's wrong? Don't you like the performance? I assure you, no one or no creature was harmed during the performance—"

"That's not it!"

Hermione interrupted Thor loudly, causing Thor to open his eyes wide once again.

It wasn't that he was showing off, but rather that very few people had ever interrupted him so directly before.

The Green family values ​​"etiquette and nobility".

When my grandfather was still alive, even if he wanted to refute someone, he would always wait until the other person had finished speaking before saying, "What you said is very good, but perhaps—".

This is especially true when dealing with adult wizards outside.

Not to mention interrupting him, I wish I could let him keep talking, afraid of missing a single word.

It's as if saying "slugs are half price today" could double the money in Gringotts' vault.

Thor blinked and obediently shut his mouth.

I listened politely and curiously to the speech of this elementary school prodigy who had inexplicably lost his temper again.

Hermione cupped Thor's face tightly, staring intently into his bright, clear grey eyes, and said, word by word:

"Look at me! Thor!!"

"I know the fantasy form means a lot to you, but... but you don't only have responsibilities given to you by the Grimm family! There are also many people who care about your safety!"

"I, Harry, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and even Professor Snape are all very worried about you!!"

With that, Hermione strode to the side.

What came into Thor's view were a series of figures standing at the door.

Professor McGonagall, clutching her wand tightly, her face a mixture of shock, anger, and urgency, and Professor Flitwick, the Ravenclaw Dean, jumping up and down with amazement and excitement.

And Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff was frantically pulling one fragrant pie after another from his large sack.

Professor Snape snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and a faint green light emanated from the small vial he was holding.

It seemed to be an invigorating potion that could quickly restore physical strength.

—Oh damn, so it was you who came up with the last song.

Once you put the name Thor on it, everything makes sense.

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"Sol! Are you alright?!"

Harry squeezed out of the gap and ran to his side, looking anxious but unsure of where to start.

Finally, he carefully brushed the dust off Thor's clothes.

He chuckled softly, "You elbowed Malfoy all the way from one floor away! One word: awesome!!"

Ron, standing behind, stared in disbelief at his surroundings, muttering repeatedly, "Blood Mother Hell!"

"..."

Now it was Thor's turn to be stunned.

His gray eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and he stood frozen in place, staring at the professors who had gathered around him.

Soon, Thor felt a warm sensation flow through his body, dispelling the cold that he hadn't even noticed.

Thor snapped out of his daze and realized what was happening.

With a wave of his wand, he conjured a water mirror in front of him.

The reflection of the person on it was terrifyingly pale.

As if he would turn into a ghost at any moment, his cheeks were as pale as paper and his lips were bloodless.

Only those misty gray eyes emitted an unusual light.

—It turns out that he had already exhausted himself in this battle.

They were so engrossed in their own world that they didn't even notice.

Saul understood their intentions.

A warm current, much hotter than the heat in his body, flowed from the depths of his heart, through his limbs and bones.

Saul raised his head, the fervor and ecstasy fading from his face, and bowed earnestly to the professors surrounding him:

"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

Although he originally intended to handle it alone.

But even with such a large-scale protest, it was still impossible to keep these righteous people indifferent.

Professor McGonagall hardened her face: "You need to reflect on your actions, Saul!"

Reflect carefully on when you should have sought their help.

Saul: "Okay, Professor McGonagall. I'll publish the paper in the journal *Transfiguration Today*, with your name listed as the advisor."

Professor McGonagall: "..."

That's not the case.

She was almost amused by the polite, overly-comprehensible words of a child her age.

"You, you! Really!"

Finally, Professor McGonagall could only shake her head helplessly and gently rub Thor's head.

What a... clever yet naive little devil.

Thor blinked, then turned to Hermione, his expression softening, and said gently:

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Hermione."

"......snort."

Hermione's expression softened slightly.

"However," Thor then smiled, "the final act is still quite interesting, isn't it—"

"Soar!!!"

"Hahaha~"

Saul burst into laughter as Hermione angrily punched him.

Their blissful expressions made Professor Snape roll his eyes, wishing he could turn them both into slugs.

Tsk, why not publish it in the "Practical Potions Master" journal?

Am I no longer your direct clerk?!

Professor Snape was inwardly furious.

The atmosphere relaxed.

At this time.

Saul glanced around and his eyes met those of the Bremen band, which was slowly descending from the sky.

As the curtain fell on the stage, the eerie, dark aura surrounding them gradually dissipated.

They remained fused together, silently gazing at Thor with their four pairs of empty eye sockets.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Thor's mind, and he blurted out, "Could it be that you two aren't 'fused' together...?"

"But they were hugging?"

That seemingly avant-garde design, isn't it just a tight embrace without any gaps?

The four little animals remained silent, seemingly only able to make a sound when playing music.

Yet, within those hollow, dried-out skull eye sockets, faint glimmers of light flickered and swayed.

Thor finally understood the meaning of that gaze.

It's not the look of someone eyeing prey, nor is it a thirst for the audience or the performance.

From beginning to end, she was just looking at him with envy.

With a slight effort, Thor resolutely broke free from the crowd, despite Hermione's disapproving gaze, and walked towards the quietly standing illusion.

I opened my arms and gave them a big hug.

Speak softly and slowly:

"...After returning to the library, what awaits you is not prolonged loneliness, but the peace and warmth of coming home."

"It's not just for your sake, but also for the sake of your companions, okay?"

Thor straightened up, gazing gently at the four small animals in front of him, and reached out his hand to them.

Moonlight streamed down through the gaps, casting four small, thin figures in bathrobes behind the Bremen band.

Three people wearing cat, dog, and chicken masks are holding hands.

The girl wearing the donkey mask stood at a slightly further distance, silently observing.

half an hour.

The cat-masked leader extended his hand, and the donkey-masked leader paused, then extended his hand as well, gently grasping his companion's hand.

The moment their palms clenched together, the merged Skull Band also emitted a golden glow.

The pages emerged from them and fluttered into Thor's palm—

[Gain the skill of the book page - "The Stage, Opening!"]

[Description: When this page is used, a stage will be constructed centered on the user, clearing all magical effects (not exceeding level 4), including those of friendly illusions]

"This fantasy entity only wants to play for you."

—Clear the area immediately!!