Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

"..."

Thor opened his eyes slightly, feeling a strange warmth spreading through his chest.

It was as if sunlight was streaming in from the gloom and darkness I had grown accustomed to.

"Oh dear, it's so funny, I want to cover my ears!"

The fire demon chuckled and nudged Thor's arm from behind.

Thor snapped out of his daze and pursed his lips.

Then, he suddenly flashed a bright smile, raised his hand to remove his top hat, and gave an elegant and standard gentleman's bow—deeper than the one given to the Dursleys.

A pale, severed hand extended from a top hat, offering a gold-embossed business card.

Thor looked up at the frozen cat professor and smiled:

"It is an honor to receive your guidance, Professor McGonagall."

Hogwarts, huh? I'm actually kind of looking forward to it.

Outside, the storm had stopped sometime earlier.

The Catbus meowed, arched its round body, and with a jolt, shook off the rain.

—In that far, far away place, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

......

Since Thor doesn't have a wand yet, using a follower phantom isn't very safe.

In addition, Professor McGonagall was also very curious about the cat bus, and her hands hanging at her sides were constantly itching to stroke its thick fur.

So Thor prepared to travel to Hogwarts with Professor McGonagall on the Catbus.

"See you later, Harry. I'll make up for it with your birthday present next time."

Thor waved goodbye to the reluctant Harry and was about to step onto the long carriage door when...

Suddenly, a flash of light on the clothes caught Thor's attention.

"Um?"

Saul stopped, carefully picked it up from his clothes, and held it up in front of his eyes.

—It was a white hair.

It wasn't swan feathers, but the fur of another animal, slightly stiff and with an unnatural pearly sheen.

It's as if... it's man-made.

Thor squinted, as if recalling something.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock!"

In his pocket, the gold pocket watch emitted a sharp, rapid ticking sound, vibrating slightly as if urging Saul to take it out.

"What's wrong, Mr. Green?"

When Professor McGonagall saw that Saul had suddenly stopped moving, she couldn't help but ask him a question.

"...No, it's nothing."

Thor spoke slowly, a smile curving his lips, as he pulled out his trembling pocket watch and tucked the hair into the watch case.

The pocket watch gradually quieted down, as if it had been returned to its rightful owner.

"It's just that I discovered something very interesting."

It seems there's another group of people behind this "white swan event."

Professor McGonagall felt a jolt when Saul looked up.

A chill ran down her spine, and she instinctively reached for her wand!

In that instant, Thor's face seemed to be completely hidden in the shadows, with only his grinning mouth and misty gray eyes staring straight at her.

It looked like a human-skinned monster that would devour anyone it wanted!

But the next second, Thor regained his usual elegance and composure.

He stepped back and invited Professor McGonagall:

"Ladies first"

"..."

Professor McGonagall gave him a suspicious look, then silently stepped onto the bus and entered the soft interior of the cat bus.

...She must have misread it; she actually mistook Thor for an evil and insane dark wizard.

After all, Thor was just a little kid who didn't know anything.

As long as you live in the simple and warm Hogwarts, you can always correct your ways.

Professor McGonagall thought confidently, "Don't worry."

......

at the same time.

Overturned Alley.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Black patent leather shoes lightly trod across the sewage-filled brick path, the blue and white skirt hem seemingly depicting the sky, swaying gracefully with each movement.

Her smooth blonde hair was brighter than the sunshine, and her round blue eyes were clearer than lake water, radiating an innocent and pure light.

It was as if all the beautiful words had been piled on her; the blonde girl skipped and hopped along, as if she had stepped out of a dream.

The dim light left no shadow behind her; her figure stood out starkly against the dirty, dilapidated place.

Holding something in her hand, she let out a hoarse, painful groan as it swayed: "Ai, Alice, stop shaking me, I'm going to throw up... Ugh."

Alice stopped in her tracks, her delicate, rosy face still bearing that innocent smile.

With her big eyes blinking, she picked up the talking object in her hand and said reproachfully:

"Mr. White Rabbit, you're too fragile~"

Under the dim light of the incandescent bulb, all that could be seen in the girl's hand was a rabbit's head!

To be precise, it is a specimen of a rabbit's head.

Its white fur has a candle-like sheen, and it shows heavy signs of artificial intervention.

The stitches on his neck were crooked and twisted, clearly torn off violently. His dark, glassy eyes swam around dazedly, and tiny wood chips kept spitting out from his two buck teeth.

"Your pocket watch was stolen! If it weren't for me, Mr. White Rabbit would have been headless!"

Alice, seemingly oblivious to the rabbit's miserable state, tilted her head and smirked triumphantly.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, she raised her head, her azure eyes piercing through the darkness, as if looking through the void at a point far away.

After a long pause, he murmured:

"Oh dear, our dear 'Master' has successfully kidnapped our innocent friend."

"Your catalysis failed, Mr. Rabbit. It seems that without the pocket watch, Mr. Rabbit is truly useless."

"..."

Mr. Rabbit kept his mouth tightly shut, too afraid to utter a sound.

Fortunately, Alice didn't pursue the matter, seemingly having anticipated this outcome, and enthusiastically conjured up a shard of mirror:

"It seems Alice will have to take action herself!"

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most heartbroken person in the world?"

As Alice murmured, the mirror rippled like water, radiating a mysterious and strange light.

Then, a figure gradually appeared.

His skin was sallow, and his black curly hair hung down his cheeks—it looked oily and shiny, as if it were stained with dirt.

Above his large, hooked nose were a pair of cold, sinister eyes.

He seemed to have nothing to do with "love" and nothing could break his heart of stone.

next second.

As if sensing something, those sinister eyes suddenly swept over!

"Whoosh!"

The image shattered and disappeared.

Alice's innocent and lovely face was reflected again in the shards of the magic mirror.

"Hmm~ looks like a rather formidable human." Alice poked her cheek with her finger, feigning distress.

Then, he laughed again:

"That's even better! It can provide my friends with more nutrients!"

Mr. Rabbit: "Alice..."

It seemed to want to say something, but ultimately didn't.

"Let's go, it's time to set up our playground. I hope we can play together a little longer this time, my dear 'Master'~"

Alice put away the shards of the magic mirror, put her knees together, and jumped with all her might!

"call--"

Her blue and white skirt billowed up like a small mushroom, and the brick ground beneath her feet suddenly turned into a dark, deep pit!

Like jumping down a rabbit hole, Alice disappeared into the hole.

"belch?"

The wandering wizard, drunk on banned drugs, staggered over, his cloudy, hazy eyes staring in bewilderment at the deep pit that had appeared on the ground.

"Hiccup... What the hell is this? What kind of idiot made this...?"

The next second, he stumbled, lost his balance, and fell into the deep pit.

Accompanied by a long, horrified scream, it echoed in the deep pit for a long time, as if the fall had no end.

It wasn't until several seconds later, due to the distance, that it completely disappeared.

Knockturn Alley stood as usual in the shadows of the magical world, unknown and unnoticed by anyone, as no one cared about the disappearance of a wandering wizard.