HOGWARTS IN DETECTIVE COMICS

[ Chapter XII (12): "EARLY HOGWARTS" ]

About to fire off a harsh hex, or perhaps a Bombarda. Minerva McGonagall a seasoned witch compared to this man can easily defeat him, the only card the latter having is his mysterious powers, and teleportation, also potions which doesn't do much against a spell to the face.

[ "Ms. McGonagall why are you raising your wand...?!" ]

Smiling at her, the infuriating man shrank back slightly as he tries to calm her down, doing nothing but the opposite as she instead raises her wand more.

This being not her original wand, but instead a black plain basic wand that doesn't have a specific wood, or specific core, this being made with unknown wood, and probably no core.

Nonetheless, in spending her months holding such weapon, she can assure to herself, and to the Headmaster that she can, yes, kill the latter with ease if she wants too.

But reason sipped in back on her mind, she isn't a killer, and she doesn't want to kill. Lowering it with a loud tch, McGonagall then prompts a glare at the man, her anger towards him hidden and only known to her.

Tightly clutching her wand, McGonagall spoke up. [ "Why is the benevolent Headmaster of Hogwarts in here, shouldn't you be off somewhere... In that No-Maj World perhaps." ]

Lately the man haven't been in the Castle, this being the first time she saw him in the castle for what felt like months. Feeling a slight envy in not being able to go to the No-Maj World, and instead be stuck in this prehistoric world, McGonagall silently cursed the man inside her head.

[ "Yeah...?" ] The man replied, his hands having been lowered as he stares dumbly at the witch, that face annoying her more and more the longer she stared at it. [ "O-oh, yes. I-I went and talked to the parents of the children." ]

[ "You what...?" ] McGonagall abruptly froze mid air from what she heard. Staring coldly at the Headmaster, she began to quietly listen on what things the "benevolent" Headmaster have been too.

Apparently for the past month he have been all-over the No-Maj World, in America from what she heard. Visiting families and not sleeping, going and talking to parents of children even if its night time.

Doesn't matter if it rains, or shines, he went and invited them. Having recruited, no, invited 125 children to Hogwarts. Out of the 200 plus families he had seem to visited, this number is a great haul, especially to Hogwarts who have just been built, and is currently needing students in it.

Tuckering her wand inside her pockets, the witch known for her hatred of the Headmaster, and coldness towards others could be seen having been shocked. Feeling guilty in not helping the said wizard in any ways she could.

Looking in closely, she could notice dark circles under the eyes of the Headmaster, the green-slithering eyes that she seems to hate looking more annoying to her, as she cursed him inside her head. Idiot, why didn't you ask for help?!

She couldn't voice that through her mouth, as she instead resorts to glaring at the man. At the man who's scratching the under side of his chin, not knowing why she is glaring at him like she wants to kill him.

Turning her heels to the side, McGonagall rushed out of the Great Hall about to leave the Headmaster alone inside the empty Great Hall. But before that she turns around, looking at the Headmaster, about to speak her mind;

[ "Next time let me handle the admission for the students." ] Declaring that, McGonagall felt proud of herself before ultimately moving away, her head held high this time.

Leaving a confused, bewildered Headmaster who's muttering something to himself, the words she was able to understand was... [ "Huh?!" ] [ "What?" ] And other than those, nothing.

Not daring to look back, McGonagall could see magical paintings on the side slowly waking up, or in the case of one, only now sleeping having drunk the night away.

Under their eyes, McGonagall who's in a steady pace suddenly rushed, heading towards the Library, wanting to study some spells. The goal for her today being ten books if she could.

But before she could reach the Library she could feel something warm on her cheeks, touching it she didn't feel anything.

As she instead ignores it. Perhaps if she we're to look at a mirror, then she would have noticed that she was without her consent blushing.

[ "Stupid man..." ] On the way to the Library, McGonagall could be heard silently muttering some things to herself. In the empty halls, none could hear her, except for the magical paintings that can discern a few words of what she was saying.

Plus the fact that she was blushing made the gossiper paintings to create a theory that she is saying those things because of one man — the Headmaster. Obviously.

Her hatred towards the man was visible to all, even to the Sorting Hat that seems to not care, or to the Bronze Guards that roams the halls who can't speak. But for the gossiper paintings, the reason for her hatred was... [ "Lover's quirrel." ]

Thankfully McGonagall wasn't able to hear such a thing, if she could, then she would have probably placed the said paintings in the farthest locations she could. Probably even outside Hogwarts where birds the size of a car roams. Abuse of power, but she wouldn't care.

Thanks to merlin, she seems to have been oblivious to such rumors. Even the Headmaster who only cares about himself seems to be oblivious to such rumors.

Other than them, everyone seems to genuinely believe the rumors, even Scamander who practically lives outside of Hogwarts knows such things.

Being a hidden shipper, and supporter of the two. But that doesn't seem to matter, as both the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts seems to be that dense.

Days was spent for Newt in taking care of his children, the creatures that he could only dream off, and take care of his animals, his friends.

Days was spent for McGonagall inside the Library, practically living inside it as she studied ways on how to enchant the ceiling of the Great Hall, and the procedures on how to be a better administrator in Hogwarts.

And for Felix days was spent sleeping, laying around, or exploring the No-Maj World that he knows as the DC Univ. slowly abusing little to no knowledge he has about the world for his benefits, of course, it is via helping the future students of his in learning magic before going to school.

And ultimately before any of them could notice it, time seems to have moved forward, and the day was September 1. 0000 for the Magical World, but for the DC Univ. it was 2005, and the first year that Hogwarts will welcome students.

125 students were welcomed that day. All equally awed at seeing a castle in the middle of a different world, and dinosaurs, existing ones. Under their bewildered gaze, they were welcomed by Felix openly.

After having been given their robes, dark ones, they we're given their wands — something which they have dreampt of having since the day they found out magic exist.

Of course they can do magic, but they could only do magic ones, like causing a feather to fly, shooting bubbles from the tip of the wand they was given to use for the time being — before ultimately being taken after the tutoring was over.

Whenever that happened some would cry, and wail, before ultimately stopping when they was given a promised to permanently owned one when they are admitted to Hogwarts.

And now they have one. Forming a line, the said witches and wizards impatiently wore them as they was lead to the empty Great Hall — thanks to McGonagall, it nows has a starry sky above, and floating candles.

Looking at the Great Hall, they quickly noticed two other individuals. Adults that can use magic as skillfully as their tutor, their Headmaster.

Being introduced to them, the kids' was able to know who the two such individuals are. Newt Scamander, the Prof. of Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, House Head of Hufflepuff.

And Minerva McGonagall, the Prof. of Transfiguration and Flying, House Head of Gryffindor, Deputy Headmistress.

The Sorting then happening right after the introduction to the school faculty, albeit lacking, the students didn't seem to be bothered by it. Less adults, less homework.

[ GRYFFINDOR! ] 30 Students. [ SLYTHERIN! ] 36 Students. [ RAVENCLAW! ] 29 Students. [ HUFFLEPUFF! ] 30 Students. All and all, 125 students was sorted.

Huh?! Looking around, all the students that have realized that there are four House in Hogwarts instead of three, immediately looked around...

All having the same said question written in their head. Where is the House Head of Ravenclaw...?! Nonetheless it wasn't answered, as dinner seems to start after the last student was sorted into their house.

With no rules being set, all the students in not knowing where to sit, all then decided to sit close to their friends. This having caused two long tables to be occupied, the other two being ignored by the students as they chatted.

About to reprimand them in what she saw as a problem, McGonagall began to stand up, about to speak but was stopped mid-way by both Felix and Newt.

The students were not the wiser about what she was about to say, as they instead feasted on food they have never tasted, smelled, and heard of before. Dinosaur fresh meat being silently included in their feast, with them not knowing.

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[ WRITTEN: 02/06/2025 ]

[ POSTED: 02/08/2025 ]