AUTHORS NOTE.

HOLLY **** I DID UPDATE THE WRONG CHAPTER, SO SORRY FOR THAT

C1 Dragons and Wagons

Discovering the existence of a new world where people wield magical power while resting hidden from the rest of the Earth was a mix of feelings for Harry Potter. At first, it was cool, followed by: "Why didn't I know about this?!"

After discovering the vault full of gold inherited from his parents and after crying in front of Hagrid (who tried to console him about his parents' death without knowing that Harry was actually crying because he could finally fund his dreams), Harry's feeling settles down in a comforted excitement at being in a: "A completely different world!"

A world where extravagance was mundane, and normality was rare, where magic was everyday life. All in secret of the rest of the world!

It was like a dream come true... going to a secret magic school. It's something unique, befitting of an Eminence in shadows!

Going back and forth through Diagon Alley, he encountered his first mob situation! Or something like that.

He was in a shop to buy his robes for Hogwarts. While lost in his own thoughts about different ways to make a new outfit, carefully studying the clothes and fashion around him, a blonde boy spoke to him.

"Do you play Quidditch?"

"…Excuse me?"

"I do! I'm an incredible Seeker, and my father gets me all kinds of brooms. I'm the best on a broom. Once, I escaped a helicopter shooting lights and arrows while rescuing a Kneazle from a tree."

Harry's eyes opened wide as he thought: "Is this my chance to be a mob?!"

"That's amazing," Harry said, his face showing a well-crafted look of astonishment.

The blonde boy smiled pompously.

"Hmm, I just did what I had to do. Besides, a helicopter is no match for my broom. It's a pity first years can't have their own broom."

Harry nodded.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, heir to the honorable and most ancient house of Malfoy. Do you know which house you'll be once in Hogwarts?"

"Wow, a pompous noble," thought Harry. "This is my first experience whit this kind of character, I'd started to think they were just fiction but here he is! this must be like Santa! No matter how much people say they don't exist, these kinds of people will made themselves now someday!"

Without giving Harry a chance to speak, Draco continued.

"I'm sure I'll be in Slytherin. It's the best house after all, not like those useless Hufflepuffs. Can you imagine being in Hufflepuff? That house is full of Squibs and Mudbloods. I'd be surprised if even the slightest spark of magic comes from a Hufflepuff. I'd rather die than be in Hufflepuff."

Harry didn't understand half of the terms Draco used. He didn't know what Slytherin and Hufflepuff were; Slytherin was apparently the best 'house,' while Hufflepuff was a non-magical house full of Squibs and Mudbloods.

Harry needed to study magic—it was a NECESSITY. If Hufflepuffs only studied mundane things like economics or how to pay taxes, Harry could sympathize with Draco's resolution to die before being a Hufflepuff. On the other hand, Mudbloods and Squibs... were these terms like Muggles? Maybe they were a category of people who couldn't do magic... But the term Mudblood confused Harry. He needed more information, were they really people which blood was mud?

"Maybe listening to the words of a pompous noble isn't a good idea," Harry thought for an instance, but this thought was soon buried under plans to subtly gather the information he needed while avoiding being placed in Hufflepuff.

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After Harry was kicked out of Vernon Dursley's car with all his school supplies on a trolley, he found himself between Platforms 9 and 10 at King's Cross Station.

A dilemma lay before him.

How to reach Platform 9 ?

Was this a magical test?

Something to separate those who belonged in Hufflepuff from those who didn't?

Harry caressed the phoenix wand in his back pocket and thought.

Did he have to literally split the station in ? Or cut it exactly of the way between Platforms 9 and 10?

It would be difficult to calculate the exact distance, but it was feasible. However, it would also be very noticeable. Maybe there was something in the wall separating Platforms 9 and 10? Maybe that was what needed to be cut open to make way! But no, that would also be too noticeable... Maybe doing it while not being notice was part of the test that separated Hufflepuffs form not Hufflepuffs.

Harry approached said wall only for him to see something that made his jaw drop.

They simply ran toward the wall and disappeared! One after another, a family of redheads passed through the wall under Harry's attentive and analytical gaze.

Once the person Harry assumed was the mother of the children who crossed the wall was distracted, Harry took the opportunity to quickly run toward the wall, pushing his trolley with the trunk full of his school supplies.

Thanks only to his incredible reflexes, the result of tireless and secret training, Harry didn't crash face-first into a witch on the other side.

"Such an incredible barrier—I didn't know you could do such magnificent things with magic. This is sooooo perfect for building a secret base!"

The black-haired boy, Harry Potter, walked through the crowd. His hair was a wild mess that never managed to hide his face, the very definition of normality. The magical scar was hidden under a layer of makeup, and his once flawed eyes had long since been fixed by him through an intensive usage of mana in an early age.

With little hesitation and without much confidence but full of an unrestingly excitement that may well flood an abyss, the boy boarded the Hogwarts Express. He searched through the aisles until he found a compartment, looking for another mob character to sit with.

On the train, there were quite a few strange children, along with a good variety of semi-normal kids and another group of normal and nervous ones, which made finding someone suitable so much harder.

Harry finally decided on a compartment with a brown-haired girl buried in a book.

"Good, a bookworm. I can work with this."

Harry sat in front of her, expecting a peaceful trip without the slightest conversation...

"-right? It would be really strange if they made us do- Do you know what house- I tried some of the spells from the bookstore and they worked well, but-…"

The words went in one ear and out the other without paying a toll. However, the boy snapped out of his stupor when he noticed the girl's gaze fixed on him, accompanied by a notable silence.

"Well?"

"Huh?"

The girl's expression showed a bit of exasperation before turning into the face of someone holding back a sigh with great effort as she smiled nervously, she repeated herself slower with an anxious tone.

"My name is Hermione Granger. And yours?"

"Oh... Harry Potter."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"YOU'RE HARRY POTTER?!" The girl's eyes were as large as entire galaxies.

"Am I Harry Potter?" Harry swallowed as he looked more closely at Hermione. "Do we know each other?"

The girl's galactic eyes suddenly exploded into a gigantic supernova, and her mouth didn't lag behind as it bombarded Harry Potter with an explosion of words in less than five seconds.

"Oh my God, no, no, no! I mean, I wish we knew each other before, but I didn't expect to meet Harry Potter on the Hogwarts Express! I read everything about you: the scar, You-Know-Who, the Killing Curse, and I knew you would probably come to Hogwarts! I did the math and figured we'd be in the same year, but still, I never expected to meet you, and I'm probably talking too much, but..."

Harry Potter stood up and placed his hands on Hermione's shoulders.

"Calm down. Breathe slowly. Inhale... And exhale. Inhale... And exhale."—The girl followed his instructions, her expression showing excitement on the verge of exploding again.

"Good, good. Now." The boy's neutral expression suddenly became sharp. "Can you repeat the part about there being a book about my life that I don't know about?"