Silver sickle
Eren reached out to the support of the train.
Contrary to the previous haphazard choice of wardrobe, as a staff at the most prestigious school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had to dress appropriately.
He wore a two-piece dark blue suit, with splendours to compliment his white cream shirt. One of the sleeves was flapping around, while his other and only arm was supporting his body with the help of a Vinewood cane.
33-inch shiny Vinewood cane, acting as a holster and an extension of his wand.
His face was half-covered with bandages, with bangs long to reach his neck.
It had cost him 56 galleons for the whole wardrobe change.
'Ah'
He pulled himself together, finding an empty compartment in the Hogwarts Express, which ran every ten days from London to Hogsmeade.
"Anything off the trolley dear?"
"No nothing."
The trolley witch closed the compartment.
Eren watched the outside go by with the speed of the train going forward.
Planes as far as one could see, a canal or two once in a while.
He tried to remember when was the last time he had such peace in his life.
'Marley- with Falco.'
The circumstances coming to the Wizarding world were not much different. He had to infiltrate enemy territory. Just this time there was no Mikasa to cover for him.
No Armin to punch him when it was needed.
No Rumbling he could use to kill them all.
Nothing.
'No'
He had himself. With those lonely thoughts, he drifted into sleep. Not to wake up until the train had reached Hogsmeade.
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On the High Table, Eren sits with Snape, Minerva, Dumbledore, Quirinus and others. Filch, Hogwarts' caretaker, stands grimly to the side as red-eyed Mrs Norris switches her tail at his feet. As the choir's song concludes, Dumbledore rises, beaming over the sea of black hats.
"Before dinner, it is my honour to announce the new addition to Hogwarts staff, Eren Yeager will be taking the place of the Late Miss Irma Pince as the Librarian of Hogwarts Library, hence today's special feast. Good luck to you, Eren."
"Thank you for introducing me, Albus."
Students murmur and whisper about Eren, some about the conspiracy of Pince's murder while some make fun of Eren's apparent condition, how would talk to their father about the falling hiring standards of Hogwarts.
"That's him."
"Who Greengrass?"
"That's the man who was found in Diagon Alley half-dead. My sister told me how he looked."
"Your sister told how he looked beneath all the blood it was said he lost?"
"No Parkinson. How he should look after the incident. Without the limbs and an eye."
The rumour mill of Hogwarts, which was infamous for spreading an incident happening in the Astronomy tower live to the Hufflepuff dungeons geared the facts surrounding Eren.
How he had fought off a dragon, how he was a dark wizard who killed Pince for her job, how the headmaster had pitted a random muggle born to take place in Hogwarts or how he was Merlin himself, one of those did hold some truth...
Students exit the Great Hall and scale the Marble Staircase. Harry, Ron and Hermione arrive at the seventh-floor landing and approach the Fat Lady in the portrait.
The Gryffindors trail through the common room, the girls heading one way, boys the other.
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The library was an easy place to be for Eren.
Quite Ravenclaws entered and left, with one or two Puffs joining their discussions occasionally.
None of the Slytherin students bothered to come to the library, the privileged ones mailing their required books from outside, while the less privileged just sent a list of books they required.
Also, there was a whole race of enslaved elves as they called them. House-elves.
However, it did not bother Eren to use them for minor requests. Eren was working on expanding his horizon.
For now, he had only his titan-shifting powers, with information specific to gaining NEWT Os in his hands, thanks to #### or #######.
He spent most of his time going through the first-year syllabus. Potion, herbiology and arithmacy aside. Charms, Transfiguration and Defense were necessary for his plans.
While the history of magic from the beginning was worthless for him, the history of the nineteen century was most important for him.
"Grindelwald- 1945 duel with Dumbledore- presumed dead"
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Eren walked outside for some fresh air after another session with the books. The Dark forest looked beautiful from up above the astronomy tower, he had been there once. From the front it was... Dark.
Hagrid's hut was there on the way to the forest, but that was just an excuse to meet Hagrid.
"Hagrid."
"Eren! Come inside, I have hot chocolate with me."
"At this time of the year?"
"There is no time imperfect of Hot choco. How did you settle here?" Hagrid was sent to fetch Eren on his first day at Hogwarts and accompanied Eren to the important bits of the castle. The black lake and the thestrals and much more.
"I will take a cup then." Hagrid's hut was not a place one would associate with the word hygiene, but it did not bother Eren, he had been places much worse before, making memories which he was, just maybe, fond of.
"Here you go." He felt a tug from the inside of his suit- there was a rodent hanging to the golden key on his neck.
"Oh, that blimey thing. Let me catch it. This small thing has been eating my cookies for the past month." Eren's eyes remained on the small bluish Niffler, still hanging, doing everything in his might to get the key free from the neck of hooman.
"It's a niffler- they are thieves- anything shiny they get it. Almost like a goblin, just goblin has some morals."
"I figured- their love for shiny, Let it be, just for a moment." Eren pulled a single knut from his pocket, and got an immediate reaction from the Niffler, of disdain, with face plastered with the expression 'I am not that cheap'.
"Not every shiny thing perhaps." And a silver sickle made the niffler leave the key to fall down from Eren's lap, first on its face, following the path of the silver sickle.