Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)

"On the Way to Hogwarts Again"

It was cloudy and dark as if it were nighttime, even though it was only midday. Today, the Flamel family had gathered at the Muggle courthouse. The reason? The trial of the Dursleys, who had been brought into the wizarding world for judgment. Harry felt a twinge of guilt at the thought that they might be sent to Azkaban, the worst magical prison in existence.

After all, the Dursleys—begrudgingly, but still—had fed him and given him a roof over his head. So, he had asked his grandparents to have them judged in the Muggle world instead.

"So, Petunia Dursley, as an accomplice, will have to do community service under probation. At least she'll be able to stay with her son," Nicolas said, speaking to his family as they exited the courthouse.

"Luckily, that bastard Vernon Dursley will be in prison for three years, along with his sister. They were the worst. Are you sure about this, Harry? If we had judged them in the wizarding world, their sentence would have been much harsher," Perenelle said.

"Yes, Grandma. I wouldn't want my cousin to lose his parents too, like I did," Harry replied as he watched his aunt from a distance, hugging her beloved son.

"You have us now, Harry," Nicolas said with a smile, patting his back while Perenelle embraced him.

"Let's go back. In a few days, we have to return to Hogwarts," Stephen said, tired of being the center of attention for the Muggle women nearby.

After all, today he was dressed elegantly in Muggle fashion, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the looks he was receiving.

As the family was about to leave, Harry heard someone calling his name.

"Harry!"

The one who had shouted was Dudley Dursley, running toward him.

Harry was surprised but gestured to his family to give him a moment.

"Harry… I… I'm sorry," Dudley said awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes. After all, he had spent some time living with his aunt and had perhaps experienced a glimpse of what Harry had felt in his own home.

Harry was stunned for a few seconds at seeing his cousin apologize.

"It's okay, Dudley. Take care," he said, extending his hand. Dudley, overjoyed at being forgiven, shook his hand before quickly returning to his mother.

Petunia could only look at Harry with guilt, giving him a small bow before leaving with her son.

Harry stood there for a few seconds, watching as his old family drove away, unsure of what to feel, until they disappeared from sight.

"Are you okay, dear?" Perenelle asked gently as she approached him.

"Yes. Much better," Harry replied, looking at his family, who were watching him with slight concern.

For a brief moment, though, he felt an intense gaze from afar. He turned around, scanning the area, only to lock eyes with a black dog hiding in the bushes.

However, just as a bus passed by, the dog disappeared from sight. Confused, he turned back to his family and noticed Stephen, who briefly glanced in that direction before whispering something to Misty, who then vanished.

"Where did Misty go, Stephen?" he asked.

"I'm your brother now, and that's a secret," Stephen said, playfully hitting Harry on the head with a Muggle newspaper.

"Stephen, stop hitting your brother!" Perenelle scolded upon seeing this.

"Don't worry, Grandma, he can't get any dumber from my hits," Stephen replied with a grin, earning a furious glare from his grandmother. He wisely chose to shut his mouth after that.

"Hurry up, it's about to rain, and we still have to buy your school supplies for tomorrow. Who leaves everything to the last minute? By Merlin!" Perenelle began lecturing them as they walked toward the car.

Yes, the Flamel family owned cars, boats, and even private planes. After all, they were one of the richest families in France—even in the Muggle world. They hadn't needed those vehicles before, but Stephen found them interesting for traveling in the Muggle world, so they bought them. Normally, Harry acted as their guide since he understood Muggle culture better than they did, and they had a lot of fun over the past few months. That's why they had delayed buying school supplies until now.

When they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and were about to head into Diagon Alley, they ran into none other than Fudge. The moment he saw the Flamel couple, he remembered them from Harry's house during the recent incident. Despite their now youthful appearance, thanks to Stephen's alchemical tools, he recognized them and quickly approached with a foolish smile.

"Mr. and Mrs. Flamel! It's been so long, what a pleasure to see you again," Fudge said.

"Hello, Minister Fudge. How are you? I'm sorry, but we're in a bit of a hurry," Nicolas replied, well accustomed to dealing with greedy individuals constantly trying to get close to them.

"Oh, of course. I hope you have a wonderful day," Fudge said with a smile, which quickly turned into a frown the moment they were out of sight.

Though Stephen and Harry noticed.

"Interesting guy, huh?"

"Sure."

"Alright, kids, your grandfather and I will head home. You know how he is with crowds."

"Being famous and rich is tough," Nicolas said, pretending to be exhausted.

"Especially rich. You don't even have to be handsome," Stephen commented, making both him and Harry laugh.

"Alright, boys, don't make fun of your ugly, rich grandfather," Perenelle teased. "Stephen, please take care of all the shopping and don't lose Harry," she added quickly before following her husband, who was grumbling about being called ugly twice in a row.

"Well, Harry, let's have some fun. If I'm not mistaken, the Weasleys should be arriving later, and maybe tomorrow we can all head to the station together."

"Sure," Harry replied, following Stephen into Diagon Alley.

After an hour of shopping, Stephen had found everything and carried it all in a bag with an Undetectable Extension Charm.

"I have to say, you were quiet the whole time, Harry. I was surpris—Harry?" Stephen looked around, realizing Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"Makes sense. I lost him from the start..." he sighed, about to activate a tracking spell. But he didn't need to—he spotted Harry standing by a window not far away.

"Good thing you stayed exactly where I told you to," Stephen said, pretending as he stepped beside Harry.

"What?" Harry asked, confused as he turned around.

"Shut up, I don't know if Grandma sent Misty to make sure I do my job as an older brother," Stephen murmured.

"Oh, right. I stayed… here."

"You're terrible at acting and lying," Stephen said seriously. "What are you looking at?"

"The Firebolt. They say it's the best broom of all time—it can reach up to 150 miles per hour."

"You know the cars we have in the Muggle world are faster, right?"

"Yeah, but those don't fly," Harry replied without taking his eyes off the broom.

"Touché. You know I still owe you a birthday and welcome gift. Why don't I buy you one?" Stephen said with a grin.

"Really? But it's really expensive," Harry said, a bit embarrassed.

"You're weird. You were rich before joining the Flamel family, and now that you're part of it, you're probably one of the richest young wizards in Europe. Grandpa already opened another vault for you because there wasn't enough room in your old one," Stephen said as he walked into the shop, leaving a stunned Harry behind.

"Grandpa opened a vault for me? Why?" Harry asked, baffled.

"Because goblins have a size limit on vaults, so you have to pay for another if you have too much money. They're so greedy," Stephen explained while talking to the shop assistant. "Red or black?"

"Black. No… wait, why did he fill my vault with money?"

"I don't know, it's his weird way of showing affection. He invents something, puts it in our name, and all the royalties go into our vaults."

"But I… I don't care about money," Harry said, feeling guilty.

"Sigh. Don't worry. That's just how Grandpa is, and he'd feel guilty if he didn't give you the same as me. You can spend it however you want. Otherwise, you'll have to listen to him say he already has and had everything—wealth, love, health, immortality, and now youth," Stephen said with a reassuring smile.

"Well…"

"Well, your Firebolt is ordered. Too bad we'll have to wait until Christmas," Stephen said.

"It's okay, I can wait," Harry replied, happy.

"Let's head back."

"Okay."

When they returned to the Leaky Cauldron, they ran into the Weasleys and the Grangers, who had just arrived.

"Harry, Stephen, how are you, dears! Harry, I heard that Stephen's grandparents adopted you. I'm so glad you no longer have to go back to that house full of Muggles..." Molly spoke enthusiastically, but Arthur interrupted her.

"Dear, I think Harry gets it," Arthur said, half-apologizing to Harry.

"And do you already feel like a big brother?" the twins asked as they approached Stephen with mischievous grins. "Have you played any pranks worthy of the Dark Prince yet?"

The twins barely finished speaking before receiving a smack from their mother.

"Alright, let's sit down to eat. Stephen, Harry, please join us," Molly said, making sure everyone found a seat at the tables the Leaky Cauldron staff had prepared for the group.

Before sitting down, Arthur pulled Harry aside and spoke in a low voice.

"Harry, I'm happy you're in a better place now. If you ever need anything, you can count on us."

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley."

As they ate, everyone talked and laughed, filling the atmosphere with warmth and joy.

The next day, everyone stood at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, ready to leave with their luggage.

"Ugh, too many trunks! Hand them over!" Stephen said, storing all the trunks and bags in his magically expanded bag. "There, now we can travel more comfortably."

"Awesome!" the twins said in admiration. "We need one of those."

"Alright, everyone. The Ministry will be sending escort cars to take us to the station," Arthur announced.

"Ministry cars! What an honor," Percy said enthusiastically.

The twins, on the other hand, looked far less impressed since they occasionally managed to sneak into the Flamel family's outings.

After a smooth ride, they arrived at the station carrying only their pets. Ron grumbled about Hermione's cat as they walked.

"Hermione, keep that beast away from me," Ron said, glaring at Crookshanks.

"Crookshanks hasn't done anything; you should leave him alone."

"Enough, you two. Get on the train," Molly intervened.

Stephen and the twins quickly said their goodbyes and took off.

"So, boss, did you finish the final touch on… you know what?" Fred asked cryptically.

"Yeah, I brought one to test after class," Stephen replied, making the twins beam with excitement.

"Hey, guys! How were your holidays? Did you go to the new amusement park?" Lee Jordan joined them along the way, excitedly talking about how much fun he had at the theme park.

"Well, I'll leave you guys here. I've got prefect duties to handle," Stephen said, pinning the prefect badge onto his robes.

"Boss, you're a prefect this year? That's amazing!"

"Awesome, boss! You better remember our brotherhood."

"No promises. See you later," Stephen said, leaving his friends behind as he headed toward the prefects' carriage.

Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Hermione searched for an empty compartment, greeting their classmates along the way. In the nearby carriages, they spotted Neville and Seamus, and Ginny ran into Luna in the hallway. Luna had a strange creature on her shoulder—a skeletal parrot, clearly inspired by a pirate movie Stephen had shown her.

Finally, they found a compartment with only a sleeping man inside and decided to enter.

"Who do you think he is?" Ron asked.

"He's Professor Remus John Lupin," Hermione answered.

"How do you know?"

"It's written on his suitcase," Hermione pointed out simply.

"Oh..."

"Well, Harry, tell us—what's it like being part of the Flamel family? They must have loads of ancient books," Hermione asked curiously.

"I heard they're the richest wizards in the world," Ron added.

Harry started telling them about his summer with the Flamels and what it was like to have a different kind of family. As they talked, the rain began to fall softly, streaking the train window with gentle droplets.

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