The feast

A gracious boy walked up the hat, some of the girls around him already whistling, causing Mylo to roll his eyes.

The hat was placed on his head, and it immediately said

"Gryffindor!"

he was handsome, to say the least, more so than the sickly-looking Mylo, who had deep eye bags and pale skin.

his shaggy dark brown hair and his mother's ocean-like eyes, made him look even more handsome than Draco Malfoy, who seemed to notice this too under his constant curses under his breath.

Rolf jumped straight to the seat next to harry, as Luna, who was beside him, said

"Do you know him?"

"Never heard of him."

"But you have the same hai-" A glance at Luna quickly shut her up.

nobody knows where his golden eyes come from. they don't know if it was just the genetic lottery, or something else. his grandfather says it's a good omen, as his eyes represented the colour of galleons.

riches were the least of his concerns right now.

the sorting ceremony went on for another 15 minutes, which was considered short as the sorting hat didn't take his time on this one. most of the time, it didn't even touch the first year's head!

the claps started to get less and less energetic as the last person was called up

"Slytherin!"

half-hearted claps filled the Slytherin table as the person hurried to the table with haste under the impatient eyes of those who were hungry.

"Can I have your attention please?" Professor McGonagall interrupted the murmuring and chattering around the tables

Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up, before saying with a dramatic pause

"'Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

What the fuck did he just say-

rows of gorgeous food appeared in front of the eyes of the students as each one of them were salivating. chicken breasts, pork pie's, pumpkin juice, housin duck. everything was there, glistening with juices. each spiced to perfection with salt, pepper, sriracha.

even his grandfather's cooking paled to th-

no, he would never say that.

"Luna, how are we meant to get the food across the table?"

"You ask for it, of course."

"What-?"

"Hey, can you get me some sausage rolls?" Luna handed over her plate to the person next to her

"Uh..." The man was put on the spot "Sure..." He quickly grabbed some sausage rolls and handed them to her.

"See, simple as that?"

Mylo nearly cried seeing that she was shameless and her social skills were that frightening.

however, there seemed to be a second option which a large portion on the table was doing.

"Accio uh... Yorkshire pudding." A person said as a Yorkshire pudding came flying directly at their faces.

"Accio Yorkshire pudding," Mylo said, as he waved his wand.

a whole plate full of Yorkshire puddings came his way, causing a momentary panic before he put it back in its position

"Sorry," Mylo said, before hiding his embarrassment by eating.

his magical control wasn't fine enough, and that accio he chanted in the past seemed to be a lucky shot in the dark.

"Hey luna, can you tell someone to get me some meat?" Mylo asked Luna, who gave a nod

"Sure."

she asked the same boy as before, who happily passed her some beef

"What's your name?" The boy asked Mylo and Luna

"Luna Lovegood"

"And you?" His eyes turned towards me

"Mylo Scamander."

"Scamander huh? as in the fantastic beast guy?"

"Yes."

"Well then, hello cousin."

"Huh?"

"My name is Anthony Goldstein, you know, Goldstein? your grandmother's surname?"

Oh, her name was Goldstein before she got married and changed it according to what his grandfather told him long ago.

"I see."

the boy was energetic, and he had golden hair with murky green eyes.

he didn't stop talking as Mylo opened his suitcase and started to throw big lumps of meat in there for nagi to snack on.

several hungry vibrations showed how angry nagi was.

Luna was in her world, as Mylo looked around for an escape option for the boy who never stopped talking.

"Hey, that girl over there..." his eyes locked onto a figure on the far side of the table "She sure is cute huh.."

his eyes locked onto a pretty girl across the table, who was absorbed by all the food.

she was Asian, as she had Jet black hair and black eyes.

the boy kept ranting and ranting about oh how her eyes shined like the midnight moon~ as Mylo injected some of his mana into his magic circle.

it seemed to be in a cooldown state, as even when he injected his mana it would simply not move or even shine, not even a single sparkle of light.

the deathly hallows must have something to do with this, right? but why would a children's story with no mention of a magic circle be related to this.... thing? whatever it was, he needed to find out if it would be a liability in the future. if it was dark magic that would slowly corrupt him, he needed it gone. he doesn't trust his mother, and whatever legacy she left behind. the first sign of harmful magic and it was gone.

but if it didnt show signs of that, forcibly mutating Nagi or even himself... could be a possibility that would greatly help his chances of curing this disease he was born with.

the possibilities of genetically modifying himself were insane...

but he must not get lost on the path of that.

the feast was coming to a close.