Bring a fairy tale to Hogwarts!

"Hogwarts?"

Harry muttered the name in confusion.

So far, he'd received far too much information today. First, he realized he was in a wizard's house, then he was startled by a strange doll, and finally, he heard he was going to a new magic school—if Uncle Vernon heard all this, he'd definitely say something like:

"Nonsense!"

But here he is now, sitting next to a wizard who can make things float.

"What is Hogwarts? Will the acceptance letter be sent to my house?" he asked eagerly.

"Probably, but I'm not sure," Victor said ambiguously. "I'm a new foreign wizard myself, so don't put me in a difficult position. Just wait a little longer, and a professor from the magic school will come to explain these things to you later."

The oatmeal in front of him had been emptied. After finishing, he simply picked up the handkerchief next to him, wiped his mouth, and then threw it into the clean sink next to him.

But as Victor threw the cloth over, the ceramic teapot on the washstand suddenly twisted, and the cup holder underneath bulged out from the middle, like two little feet, and jumped to the left, avoiding the handkerchief.

The handkerchief then slid down the wall to the bottom of the pool.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the teapot tapped its two 'toes' a little and sat back down in its original position, as if nothing had occurred.

"……what?"

Harry couldn't help but stare intently at the ceramic teapot.

The teapot was decorated with an exquisite gold star pattern, but when he looked at it, the teapot remained motionless as before.

Beside him, Victor stood up after finishing his meal and began preparing to leave.

He first put on a black cloak over his shirt, then donned his top hat, letting the brim cover most of his face. He then placed an antique pocket watch and a silver necklace into his pocket, before turning to Baba Yaga and saying:

"Grandma Yaga, please eat slowly. I'll bring some fresh ones back tonight."

"Okay." Grandma Yaga then let out a hoarse laugh, as unpleasant as if her trachea had been torn open. She was still putting that strange red solid into her mouth.

But Victor was already used to it, and he waved to Harry.

"Let's go."

"But that teapot..."

"Oh, don't worry about it, it just likes to keep clean. And don't go near it—touching it with your hands after you've eaten will only get you a beating."

Harry resisted the urge to reach out and nodded obediently, trying to accept the fact that the teapot was clean and would move around on its own.

Nothing is strange in a wizard's house.

"Where are we going?" Harry looked at Victor expectantly.

Victor said, "Tumble Lane."

"The most well-informed wizards are all there; they definitely know how to get to Muggle areas."

"But you British are really strange, you don't even allow wizards to cast spells in front of ordinary people. Where I used to be, some countries would have started posting notices everywhere saying which forests belong to witches and fairies, and that ordinary people should avoid them—"

As he spoke, he adjusted his hat. Once he was sure it covered most of his face, Victor lowered his hand.

"Alright, let's go."

"Oh, okay."

Harry said, stunned.

He had actually wanted to find an opportunity to wander around the house again to satisfy his curiosity about wizards—Harry, on the contrary, accepted the existence of wizards very quickly, and before long, he wanted to learn more about them.

Unfortunately, Victor didn't give him that chance.

Come here.

He beckoned to Harry. After Harry came closer, Victor put a hand on his shoulder and led him to a full-length mirror in the living room.

The full-length mirror was placed near the window, reflecting the gloomy, misty scenery outside and the winding, leafless branches.

After Harry stood up, their reflections appeared in the mirror. Compared to the thin and small Harry, Victor seemed more imposing. He was at least six feet tall, and with his black cloak and hat, he looked like a dark wizard from medieval legends who could spread plague and bring death.

Do I need to check my appearance before going out?

Harry looked in the mirror, somewhat puzzled.

But that's clearly not the case.

Once Victor had stopped, he spoke to his reflection in the mirror in a low, hoarse voice that Harry had never heard before, a voice that made him uneasy:

"Magic mirror, magic mirror..."

"Please make way for me on my way to 'Flip-Over Alley'."

As he spoke, Harry suddenly noticed that the white roses on the table beside him had changed color. Starting from the center, one rose after another turned a deep blood red—until finally they became clusters of red roses.

Then, at the four corners of the mirror, in the gaps of the vintage frame, it seemed as if blood was flowing...

Before Harry could figure anything out, Victor suddenly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him a step toward the mirror.

Harry saw the once smooth mirror ripple like water, and like a cold liquid, it instantly swallowed his entire body with an indistinct darkness, making him shiver from the cold.

……

But when he opened his eyes again, he found that his surroundings had changed drastically.

A cacophony of sounds filled my ears.

"Ding-ling-ling—"

This is a bell.

Then came an elderly man with a hunched back and a greasy voice: "Welcome, Mr. Vanderbom. Your appearances are always so unpredictable."

He walked over slowly, smoothing his greasy hair that was plastered to his scalp.

"Bokin." Victor nodded to him, as if to say hello.

Harry looked around.

This is a small, unfamiliar shop.

A small shop with the smell of damp wood.

The shop was surrounded by various wooden display cases, along with a series of items befitting the image of a wizard in horror stories. On a cushion inside a glass box lay a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained playing cards, and motionless eyeballs. The walls were covered with grotesque masks—the kind from Dracula's stories that Harry had read.

When Harry looked over, a withered human hand seemed to sense something; its long, grayish, shriveled fingers twitched slightly, making Harry's heart skip a beat.

This perfectly fits the image of a dark and terrifying wizard's shop.

But given the eccentricities of the Victoire family, Harry was able to accept everything around him. He was more curious than afraid.

To be honest, if he wasn't curious, he wouldn't have let Victor, this wizard, take him around like that.

His obedient following of him was partly due to Victor being an adult, but more so because he couldn't resist wanting to learn about these new things.

A place full of magic!

Even now, Harry is still confused about the state of the "wizarding world." He only knows that he is still in England, that there is a London, but also that there are Ministry of Magic and wizarding villages hidden in some unknown corner.

But while he was still looking around the shop, Victor had already walked up to Bokin naturally, glanced around casually, and then turned away uninterestedly, saying:

"Bokin, I'm here to sell something."