"Found it!"
After nearly turning the house upside down, Petunia finally dug the long-buried letter out from a pile of books.
"Quick, get them to fix this!" Vernon collapsed onto the sofa. Thirty minutes of frantic searching had likely doubled his monthly exercise quota. Sweat soaked his tight suit through.
"I need to write a letter!" Petunia scrambled for a pen.
"Make it harsh. Emphasize that he took the boy away-don't mention the lawsuit!" Vernon's mind was sharp when it mattered.
"Don't worry. I know."
Petunia wrote furiously, her expression twisted.
The act stirred old memories.
Years ago, when she learned magic existed, she had written to that headmaster herself, asking if she could attend as well.
She had been rejected.
The reply was polite. That only made it worse.
Envy. Hatred. Humiliation.
She had never let any of it go.
Those feelings had turned her against everything related to that world.
If it weren't for the threatening tone of the letter they received back then, they never would have taken Harry in.
And now.
It was time to collect interest on their years of "service."
Petunia conveniently ignored the large sum of money Dumbledore and the others had left for Harry's upbringing. In her letter, Harry was "stolen." Morin was described with vague hints of ill intent.
"Let them fight it out!"
She snarled and shoved the letter into an envelope.
...
"Magic is a kind of energy that drifts through the world. It's almost everywhere."
Morin sat on the sofa, explaining calmly.
"Some people can sense this energy and use it. That's how magic manifests, and how wizards are born. You're a descendant of wizards, so you have that ability too. You just need time to learn how to use it."
"You... you knew my mum and dad?"
"Oh. I never met them." Morin raised an eyebrow. "I do know some things, but I'm not the one who should tell you. Some answers are better discovered on your own."
He paused briefly.
"Your acceptance letter will arrive soon. You'll attend Hogwarts. You'll learn many things there. Make friends. And enemies. Naturally, those are problems you'll have to handle yourself."
"An acceptance letter? Hogwarts?"
Harry felt like he'd accumulated more questions today than in his entire life before.
A new world was opening in front of him.
And it was clearly tied to him.
"You'll know when the time comes," Morin said lightly. "A gift isn't exciting if you unwrap it early, Mr. Potter."
"Then... what should I do before the letter comes?"
"I won't demand anything from you," Morin replied. "But I can give a few suggestions, if you're willing to listen."
Harry nodded immediately.
"First, you may choose any room you like. Except the master bedroom. Until you decide to leave, I have no interest in being compared to the Dursleys next door."
"Th... thank you."
Harry had been bracing himself for rules. Years of habit made anything else hard to imagine.
This already exceeded his expectations.
"The second suggestion," Morin continued, "is that you shouldn't mention that I'm a wizard in front of non-magical people. Nor that you are one."
"You can probably guess why you've never heard much about wizards. We can't be exposed. When that happens, certain measures are taken. Wizarding law."
"For example, the Memory Charm. Do you understand?"
"Ye... yes."
Harry stiffened at the name.
"Third," Morin said with a faint smile, "Hogwarts is a school. Students study. They take exams. Wizards are human, so competition and conflict exist as well."
"Although such things are rare under the staff's supervision, once magic is involved, some fights are hard to stop once they begin."
"Mhm."
Harry sat straight, like a proper student.
"So," Morin said, pausing, "if you want to make up for what you missed in the past eleven years, a month isn't much time."
"But it's not nothing either."
"I want to learn!" Harry said at once.
"Before that," Morin said, not agreeing immediately, "there's something I should explain."
He took a sip of tea.
"You might wonder why I'm helping you."
Without waiting for an answer, he waved his hand.
"I don't intend to hide anything. Wizards have professions, just like ordinary people. I'm a wandmaker."
He produced a wand.
"This is a magic wand."
Morin handed it to Harry.
"Different woods. Different cores. Each wand suits a different person. A wand helps a wizard cast magic. Every wizard has one."
"But..." Harry accepted it carefully, tracing the patterns. "You didn't use a wand earlier."
"Did wands exist when the first wizard appeared?" Morin laughed. "Of course not."
"I told you already. Wizards can cast magic on their own. It just requires immense willpower and control. A wand makes things easier."
"Using tools isn't shameful. It's what separates humans from animals."
"As for wandless magic-that's for very powerful wizards. Before you learn to walk, don't try to run."
"I see..."
Harry nodded, still puzzled.
"But what does that have to do with helping me?"
"Your status is unusual," Morin said. "What you did-even unintentionally-was still done by you."
"It earned you unimaginable fame. The strange people you met before acted that way because they were grateful."
"What did I do?" Harry asked.
At this point, the confusion in his head wasn't shrinking.
It was growing.
And when he asked directly, Morin put on that familiar expression.
"If you know everything, there's no surprise, Mr. Potter."
He continued calmly.
"You'll be the center of attention. Which means you have something I need."
"I'm a wandmaker. My goal is to sell my wands."
"If you use one of mine and prove outstanding, then my goal is achieved."
Morin smiled.
"I'm not a purely good person. But this is a win-win arrangement."
"What do you think?"
"I... I think that's fine."
Harry considered it, then answered.
"Excellent." Morin nodded. "Mutual help is always good."
"You want to learn. I want to teach."
"In that case, we'll begin formal lessons tomorrow."
"Don't misunderstand. Learning isn't easy. Especially if you want to learn well."
"You'll be studying wizardry."
"Under my special guidance."
"C-can I ask what I'll be doing?"
Harry asked carefully.
The moment the words left his mouth, he had a bad feeling.
Reality didn't disappoint him.
"If you know everything, there's no surprise. And no scare either."
Morin narrowed his eyes, clearly satisfied.
"Wouldn't you agree?"
"Ye... yes."
Harry nodded. This was clearly Morin's quirk.
Compared to Vernon and Petunia, it was nothing.
"You've been through a lot today," Morin said. "You deserve a good dinner."
He snapped his fingers.
The table filled with steaming food.
"Eat. Then choose a room and rest. Tomorrow's lessons will require energy."
"Thank you! Mr... Mr. Morin!"
Harry spoke too fast, excitement making him stutter.
"Just Morin," he said. "I'll call you Harry."
"Eat well. Get strong."
"So you can study properly."
...
Hogwarts.
The same stone gargoyle.
This time, the password was "Honey Sparkling Water."
The gargoyle moved aside.
Professor McGonagall rushed up the spiral staircase, letter in hand.
"Albus?"
She knocked.
"Come in."
"Albus-Merlin's beard, what are you-"
She froze.
"Ah. Just experimenting with new exercise methods."
Dumbledore gently set a massive dumbbell on the floor, not even breathing hard.
"I've been wondering if wizards should strengthen their bodies as well as their magic."
"Anyway, Minerva. What brings you here?"
"You're not young anymore," McGonagall said flatly. "If you end up in the hospital wing, I will laugh at you mercilessly."
She took a breath.
"Harry's been taken."
"Taken?"
"Yes. That couple wrote to us. They claim the person who took him was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"...Morin."
"Ah. No need to worry."
Dumbledore relaxed.
"I trust Mr. Morin far more than that couple."
"Anyone who's met them would," McGonagall agreed. "There was no worse choice."
"The boy still needs the protection of the charm," Dumbledore said. "Mr. Morin can expand its range with clever magic. That's why I agreed to let him get close."
"I just didn't expect him to move so quickly."
He read the letter.
"Mhm. They didn't mention his leverage at all. Instead, they want us to deal with him."
"They're among the most loathsome Muggles I've ever met," McGonagall said sharply.
"At least this gives us a chance to vent."
Dumbledore smiled as a quill began writing on its own.
"Albus?"
"Yes?"
"You've changed," she said, studying him. "You seem... more energetic. More aggressive."
"In the past, you'd have told me not to be impulsive."
"Yes."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Mr. Morin has been very inspiring."
"And he's given me benefits that can't be measured."
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