Chapter 2: Are You a Wizard, Sorcerer, or Alchemist?
"...Huh?!"
Harry was a bit confused.
Moon Jones picked up the fallen flowers from the ground, carefully examining them. The moonlight within had almost completely faded, leaving only a lifeless shell.
Fortunately, despite most Moon Spirit Flowers being heavily damaged, some lucky ones survived.
Just consider it as flower pruning...
That's the only way he could console himself.
At the same time, he shifted his gaze to the young boy in front of him—messy black hair, tattered glasses, green eyes, and a lightning scar on his forehead.
Most importantly, the boy's recent display of magic.
There was magic within him.
This was Moon Jones's second encounter with someone possessing magic in this world. The first time, those individuals couldn't communicate, claiming to be from the Ministry of Magic and attempting to apprehend him. They ended up having a showdown on the Big Ben.
Ministry of Magic... Lightning scar...
So familiar, it looked familiar in every way, but he couldn't remember.
Moon Jones then focused on the boy again, one of the only two spellcasters he had encountered in this world.
Perhaps, a breakthrough could be found here.
Thinking so, he asked, "Kid, which school of magic do you practice? Wizardry? Sorcery? Or alchemy?"
"Huh?"
Harry expressed confusion.
Moon Jones, observing the boy's reaction, was also puzzled. Did this child not know the source of his power? A spellcaster growing up in the mundane world, influenced by ordinary perspectives?
"What's your name?" Moon Jones inquired.
"I'm Harry Potter, living at Number Four, Privet Drive, right across from your house, sir."
Harry Potter?! Suddenly, a thunderous revelation echoed in Moon Jones's mind. It was indeed the world of Harry Potter.
Unfortunately, he hadn't paid much attention to the series in his previous life, only knowing the general plot from various sources. Plus, with so many years passed, he had forgotten most of it.
If not for the highly iconic name, he might not have remembered.
As memories flooded back, he recalled some details, such as the simplest one—Harry being an orphan.
With this realization, everything fell into place.
Moon Jones shook his head in resignation, then stood up and went back inside.
Harry watched the man's retreating figure, his mind still in a daze.
Is it over just like this?!
Seeing the man return home, leaving him alone outside, Harry felt torn between leaving and staying.
In contemplation, he caught sight of Dudley standing at the street corner, trying to stay far away, curious about what interesting event had transpired.
Meanwhile, Moon Jones returned to his house. The entrance was cluttered with various items, and a large stone table was piled with numerous books, forming a small mountain. The curtains were caught in the mess.
Outside the opened window, there lay a mountain meadow. The wind brushed over the lush green grass, creating ripples.
Clearly, the world outside the window and the world beyond the door were entirely different.
In the fireplace, red flames burned slowly. In front of the fireplace, there was an old red leather sofa with a slight indentation in the middle, indicating frequent use.
"What happened?" A hoarse and somewhat childish voice sounded. The flames in the fireplace began to boil, and a pair of eyes and a mouth emerged.
"Moon Spirit Flowers were damaged by some little rascal," Moon Jones said lazily, then asked, "Where are we now?"
"Let me check." The small fireball extended two hands, picked up a nearby map, and after a while, said, "Finland, northern Scandinavian Mountains."
"Someone damaged your Moon Spirit Flowers, why not kill them?" The little fireball suggested.
"Lucifer, why do you always insist on killing every day? Can't you be as peaceful as I am?" Moon Jones sighed.
"Where are you peaceful? Besides, I, Lucifer, am a devil!!" Lucifer's features suddenly turned fierce, and flames erupted from his body.
"Enough, find an uninhabited place to stop the castle, and I'll transplant the Moon Spirit Flowers." Moon Jones waved his hand, seemingly uninterested in Lucifer's performance.
Saying that, he picked up a shovel and went outside again.
"Hmm?"
Moon Jones was somewhat surprised; Harry hadn't left yet? What was he still doing here? Did he want a free meal?
Since you don't seem to want to leave...
He threw the shovel on the ground without hesitation and said bluntly, "Kid, dig out the flowers."
"Huh?!" Harry looked at the shovel on the ground, then at Moon Jones, and unconsciously picked up the shovel.
"What 'huh'? Moon Spirit Flowers are precious; they need to be transplanted. Must you destroy them all before you stop?!" Moon Jones said nonchalantly.
"Move quickly, consider it as atonement. Otherwise, I'll go tell your family." Moon Jones said with feigned seriousness.
As soon as he mentioned family, Harry immediately became energetic. He didn't want the Dursleys to know about what happened today, regardless of who was right or wrong; it would all be his fault.
"Alright... alright." Harry quickly got up, patted his clothes, and started working.
Beside him, Moon Jones took a casual glance and didn't care. Moon Spirit Flowers had robust roots, so he wasn't worried about their survival after transplantation. The precious aspect was the refined moonlight stored within the flowers.
Stretching lazily, he suddenly noticed two little guys scurrying at the street corner.
One tall and thin, like a big monkey. The other tall and fat, a perfect match with the bad cousin in Harry's memory.
Why were they laughing over there?
Moon Jones turned to Harry and pointed at the two boys, "Kid, did these two throw you into my flower garden?"
Harry looked over and saw them. Unsure of what to do, he could only nod.
"Really lively kids." Moon Jones couldn't help but comment.
Lively?!
Harry was surprised by Moon Jones's description.
Moon Jones nodded, especially that guy called Dudley; his fatty appearance reminded him of Porco Rosso.
Although he was short and fat and had a pig's nose, just like that guy.
But Dudley clearly lacked the charisma of Porco, only similar in physique.
By the way, Porco turned into a pig because of a curse from that world.
And himself... unexpectedly, he was under the same curse.
Just thinking about it made him a bit angry.
Thinking so, Moon Jones lightly tapped his fingers, attracting Harry's attention. Whether it was his illusion or not, he seemed to see a faint light on the ring on Moon Jones's hand.
Woof woof woof!
A large Doberman appeared out of nowhere, running from the street and charging toward Dudley.
"Hey! What the hell is this? Why is it chasing me?!" Dudley was startled, dodging quickly, no longer in the mood for silly laughter.
Meow meow!
On the side of the street, a spotted wild cat suddenly pounced from a tree branch and scratched Dudley's face.
"Ah, no, my face, my face!!"
Woof woof!
Another wild dog appeared from the corner of the street...
"Mom, Mom!!! No matter who it is, please come and save me!!" Dudley screamed as he ran towards home.
Harry, witnessing this, couldn't help but burst into laughter without restraint. Despite not knowing why these stray cats and dogs were chasing Dudley, he didn't care. As long as Dudley faced some trouble, he was delighted.
On the other side, things weren't looking good for Piers either. He was also being chased by a dog and two cats. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from sight.
(End of this chapter)