Chapter 5: I'm a genius? Ain't that a surprise

-Drust POV-

"You can do things, can't you Drust, things other children can't...", said the long bearded old man sitting on my bed in front of me. And me? What should I answer to that. Am I so stupid as to tell some random guy that I never met that I can hurt people at will like some unknown pale half-blood Dark Lord wannabe? Maybe, but first let me tell you.

How did we get here.

Well, you see, while I was expecting for today to be a different day from others, seeing as it is after all my birthday and probably the day I get a visit by a wizard/witch to get me to involved with magic stuff, I certainly wasn't expecting Mr Dumb-as-a-door to walk through my door at this moment. Now, I must admit I'm quite happy for my 'Gamer's Mind' system skill to have been changed to 'Natural Occlumens', as I'm still not sure whether this world's Dumbledore is a good Dumbles or an evil Dumbles.

Anyways, he's been sitting in front of me for a while, having a staring contest with me that I'm quite sure I'll win thanks to my massive amount of time training not to blink in Among Us, and I think he was expecting me to ask him something, at least about who he was, but I feel like it's part of my job as a chaotic element in this world to mess with other people.

What I was not expecting was for him to hit me with the same words he told Riddle when he came here to see him. Did he think I'm too similar to him? An orphan, with no friends in the orphanage (apparently, kids these days don't think it's 'cool' to learn more about the world, that's why they are just mere orphans waiting for Technoblade's sword, while I have already mastered life), who grew up in his same orphanage, and who also is capable of using magic. While I admit that we may be similar in that, I am at least a hundred times more handsome, and probably a near infinite amount of times more talented.

So, as someone who does not want to go too high profile, I just went for the basics.

"Well, I can fly"

"!!!"

And, I ruined my low profile chances.

"And I can teleport at will"

"!!!!!!"

I'm just digging my grave deeper and deeper aren't I. Welp, so be it, I may as well go full in, there's not much to be scared of anyways I guess, and anything that can scare me now won't scare me in a while.

"Hmmm, this is quite interesting, someone who can control his magic so well at your age. Drust, my boy, do you mind showing me what you're talking about?", asked the old creep.

"I can, but first show me proof that you can do magic as well. You've been acting real suspicious until now, so you should show me some magic now or imma call the cops on you."

"Well, young man, I don't know what 'cops' are, but I guess some proof to this wouldn't hurt."

And just like that, my cabinet was et on fire.

"...Old man, if that old thing burns down, you're paying for it...", I said with a blank expression.

"...You don't look so surprised, young man", said Gandal-, I mean Dumbledore.

"Bro, I can literally teleport myself from here to China and back again faster than you can let out 'sus', I think creating an illusion of a fire burning or even creating a fire with no heat is no big deal compared to literally MANIPULATING THE LAWS OF SPACE, but that's just my opinion", I answered, while at the same time disappearing from in front of him just to reappear on top of the still burning cabinet, still with a blank expression.

"*cough* *cough* ...Well, what you said makes sense. Anyways, what I'm here for, other than being here to explain to you about the existence of magic, I'm only here to give you this letter", Dumbledore said, passing me the famous admission letter.

'Acting as if you didn't come to see if my character was similar to that of Ol' Voldy, shameless old man', I thought to myself annoyedly, while also however feeling a little exited about finally receiving the letter.

"Inside you will find both an admission letter, to which you would normally have to answer within the 31st of July, which would be in 6 days, but luckily for you I came to see you so your approval is set with just a nod of your head", he told me, to which I just nodded, "and the other letter would be all the necessary things to buy for your first year."

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

"Dear Mr Wyllt,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

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I just looked at him strangely and 'unknowingly', "And where would I buy this stuff, I don't think H&M sells wizarding robes, and where would you even buy wands. A gun shop?"

"Why would you buy a wand in a gun shop, a gun is a dangerous weapon, while a wand is just a learning tool", naive Dumbles asked back.

"If you think that a wand that could potentially set people on fire with a flick like you did to my cabinet, then it's more of a weapon of learning than anything else" I said, using the common sense gifted me by the gods above.

Dumbledore looked pensive for a second, after which he just shook his head smilingly and just said, "Well, now it's not the time to think about real world problems, now it's time to go buy your yearly supplies. Mind grabbing my arm?"

"Why would I need to grab your arm?"

"It's a wizard method of transportation, it helps with short and medium range movement"

"And why can't I go there myself? I can teleport, remember?"

"Do you know where we are going?"

'Yes, I know' I thought in my heart, rolling my eyes internally.

"No I don't"

"Then grab onto my arm"

I did as he told, even if reluctantly, and we were off with a 'POP'.