Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

The process of purchasing the necessary school supplies today was faster and easier than I expected.

It was still early, so John and his family decided to wander around a bit more on their way back.

Seeing all sorts of shops they'd never seen before greatly satisfied their curiosity.

"So ice cream exists in the magical world too? Was it invented by wizards or ordinary people?"

As they passed an ice cream shop called Florin-Focco, Mr. Merrick muttered to himself curiously.

Just then, a bespectacled boy who happened to be passing by enthusiastically replied, "Of course ice cream was invented by Muggles, sir. Mr. Fosco simply used magic to modify ice cream."

"The ice cream here is delicious and inexpensive; I highly recommend you and your family try it."

As he spoke, the bespectacled young man pushed open the door of the ice cream shop, invited the group in, and then went in first to greet Mr. Fosco.

"Oh, since the child has said so, let's go in and take a look."

Mr. Merrick, who loves sweets, became even more curious after hearing this introduction. He wondered what was different about ice cream processed by a wizard, and immediately took his family into the ice cream shop.

As soon as I entered the store, I could hear people talking inside.

"Oh Harry, I'm glad, but you don't need to advertise for my shop."

"Mr. Fosco, I was just offering a few objective comments; the ice cream you sell is indeed excellent."

At that moment, Harry and the shop owner, Fosco, noticed John's family entering the store. Harry was the first to say, "Welcome."

"Oh Harry, hurry up and do your homework, or someone will accuse me of employing child labor."

Mr. Fosco pretended to be angry and chased Harry away.

Harry just smiled mischievously and winked at John as he entered. He could tell at a glance that John was a new student at Hogwarts this year, and would be a junior in the future, so he was very friendly.

Then Harry took his homework to a table outside the shop and did it.

John, who had just entered, frowned upon hearing the way the boss addressed the bespectacled boy.

Harry... why does that name sound so familiar?

Hiss, wizard...flying broomstick...holy school...Harry...

Harry Potter!?

Isn't this a very popular IP work from a previous life?

Although he had never read Harry Potter, he had at least heard of the globally popular series.

He remembered seeing a clip that started with Harry boarding a train to begin his magical journey and ended with Harry growing up and sending his children on their own magical journey.

The Harry in that clip is actually a black-haired boy wearing glasses.

So he traveled to the world of Harry Potter?

While John was still in a daze, his parents had already ordered the ice cream they wanted and turned to ask John what he wanted to eat.

John then came to his senses and watched his father eating a strangely flavored black pepper mint ice cream with a comical expression, while his mother covered her mouth and chuckled beside him.

His mind calmed down a lot. It didn't really matter whether this was the world of Harry Potter or any other world. He was him, and I was me. I just needed to live my own life.

"Then I'll have a chocolate raspberry," John said with a smile.

After receiving the ice cream from Mr. Fosco and paying, John and his family left the shop chatting and laughing.

As they left, they nodded to Harry, who was doing his homework outside the shop.

However, they didn't notice the envy in Harry's eyes as he watched the family leave happily after they had left.

......

"John, you stayed up late reading again last night, didn't you? I've told you so many times, it's bad for your eyes."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Merrick woke John up.

Lately, he has been sleeping until almost noon because he has been staying up late reading the wizarding books he bought.

He hasn't looked at the school textbooks much yet, but the teachers will naturally cover them when he starts school. He prefers reading extracurricular books.

As for the wand, it had been sitting on the table collecting dust since I bought it. John wondered if he was a minor wizard and shouldn't be allowed to cast spells outside of school, so he refrained from trying it.

The main concern is that I might not be able to handle things and cause some trouble, so I'm holding back. Anyway, a few more days won't make a difference.

"Get up, wash up, eat, and get ready to leave. The train is leaving at 11 o'clock."

Mrs. Merrick pulled the still somewhat dazed John up and urged him to hurry up.

But since the station is right next to my house, just a short walk away, I wasn't actually in a rush.

So John still moved slowly, like an old lady.

My luggage was packed last night, and I can go out after changing my clothes.

"I've packed bread and water in your bag. Remember to eat if you get hungry on the way."

While John was eating breakfast, Mrs. Merrick, who was always concerned about his health, took care of everything he needed to prepare, even more so than John himself.

"When you go to school, you should learn to be considerate, try not to argue with classmates, and respect your teachers and elders..."

Although John was very mature and sensible in his parents' eyes, his mother couldn't help but nag because her child was about to go to a magical world they had never known before, and it was a boarding school.

John squinted and puckered his lips, agreeing to everything: "Yes, yes, I understand, don't worry."

It was 10:30 when John, accompanied by his parents, went out to King's Cross Station.

The train tickets were delivered by owl last night.

Platform 9¾, Hogwarts Express.

These were all unfamiliar names, so they probably wouldn't be easy to find. John decided to leave a little earlier than usual.

On the way, he saw many children, like him, pushing large amounts of luggage and accompanied by their parents, entering the station.

If nothing unexpected happens, these people should be students going to Hogwarts like him.

Following their footsteps, John's family soon arrived between Platform 10 and Platform 9.

In the eyes of their parents, these children seem to have simply gotten lost while walking, and no one knows where they've gone.

But in John's eyes, these children would simply push their luggage into the pillars between Platform 10 and Platform 9, then disappear through the wall.

"Dad, Mom, let's leave it here," John said, turning to his parents.

The two were taken aback, but quickly realized that John might have seen an entrance that they could not see.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

All the words they wanted to say were summed up in a simple farewell. The mother smiled gently and hugged John, while the father put his hand on John's shoulder.

After saying goodbye, John didn't hesitate any longer. He pushed his luggage and disappeared from his parents' sight.

"..."

The parents watched as their child disappeared in the blink of an eye, and looked around but couldn't find John.

"Has he left?" the father asked uncertainly.

"It should be..." the mother said uncertainly.

"...What time does our train depart?"

"11:30."

"Hurry back and get your luggage!"

After saying this, the reluctance and worry on the Merricks' faces disappeared completely, replaced by a look of smug satisfaction.

When they learned that their son was going to a boarding school, they had already planned to use all the annual leave they had saved up over the years for a spontaneous trip.

And the plan was to depart today.

Poor John was still worried that his departure would make his parents lose their appetite and sleep.

He was clearly overthinking it.