Chapter 5: Pigs can fly Supersonic(Edited)

It took about an hour for the commotion to settle down. Ela sat wide-eyed on the couch, holding a glass of water to her trembling mouth with shaky hands. She looked at McGonagall as if she was an alien sitting right in front of her. Chris, on the other hand, was too thrilled to notice the shock in the room.

"This happens every year, I tell you. Once again, sorry for startling you, dear," sighed McGonagall, looking down with slumped shoulders.

"Um, can you please explain what you just did and why you're here?" Elena managed to stammer, still in disbelief.

McGonagall smiled gently and began to explain, "What I did there was Transfiguration, the art of changing the form and appearance of an object or a person. It's a branch of magic. And as for why I'm here, it's about you," she pointed at Chris.

"Me?" Chris pointed at himself, clearly confused.

"Yes, you!" McGonagall continued smiling and said, "You, Christopher, are a wizard! And I'm from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where young children like you go to learn magic."

"Hold on, you're saying that magic not only exists but Chris here can do it? Why didn't I know any of this?" Ela was perplexed.

Ela turned to Chris, her eyes narrowed, and asked, "Tell me, can you do magic?"

"Well, something strange always happens to me. Like things, I break miraculously get fixed or that one time I fell but didn't get hurt," Chris admitted, feeling embarrassed and avoiding eye contact.

McGonagall's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Those were magic outbursts. Young witches and wizards experience them when they awaken their magic. And as for your earlier question, dear, the wizarding community has been following the Statute of Secrecy for centuries, so we keep ourselves hidden from the non-magical world."

[Rohan POV]

All three of them were engrossed in conversation, but I wasn't paying attention. I sat with my arms crossed on a chair, staring at them. As soon as McGonagall mentioned that Chris was a wizard, my vision blurred, and the holographic screen reappeared.

{"It is finally time to start your adventure. This is a world of witchcraft and magic, known as the Harry Potter world. I hope you will achieve greatness in this life. From now on, your system will be fully activated."}

{"Error... Error... System authentication. Error code ᥅᥅᥅."}

{"ꫀ᥅᥅ꪮ ꫀ᥅᥅ꪮꫀ᥅ ᥅ꪮꫀ᥅ ᥅ꪮꫀ ᥅᥅ꪮ."}

The screen in front of me kept flashing red for a few minutes until it finally turned gray. It seemed frozen. I read its last message and was shocked. I had sensed that something was off since the last time, but it didn't bother me much. I was living a good life with everything I could ever want. Whether or not I possessed powerful skills didn't really matter. I would continue living my life just as I always had. But had I been in the Harry Potter world all along? Was this real?

When I transmigrated to this world, my sense of logic and reason shattered. I finally accepted that pigs could fly. But now, realizing that I wasn't just in any world but in THE Harry Potter world, a fictional world straight out of a book, it felt like not only accepting that pigs could fly, but that they could fly supersonic. I wasn't ready to accept it. I told myself to get over it, that I was now like those protagonists from fanfics, but it didn't help. My heart raced, my face felt numb, and dizziness overwhelmed me with ringing in my ears. I needed to calm down as soon as possible. Just as I struggled, Ela called out to me, snapping me back to reality.

"Rohan, what do you think of all this? Should we send our Chris to this... school?" Ela asked, worry evident on her face.

I looked at her. She wore a forced smile and tapped her feet anxiously. Then I glanced at McGonagall, calmly sipping her tea. Upon closer inspection, she did resemble the actress who played her in the movies. Finally, I looked at Chris. He could barely contain his excitement, yet managed to stay composed. So, was I the one who had the final say? Fine then.

Taking a deep breath, I sighed and looked at Ela. "The decision should be made by Chris alone since it's his life. The choice is his to make." Ela seemed disappointed, while Chris was delighted. I couldn't prevent Chris from pursuing what he wanted. Even if I said no, the Statute of Secrecy meant he would always have to be cautious around others due to his magic outbursts. The worst outcome would be if he were forcibly taken from us and our memories wiped clean. This visit was merely a show, a way to make us feel safe and maintain the illusion of freedom by showcasing the brightness of the magical world.

"Alright then, Mr. Christopher, what is your choice?" McGonagall clapped her hands and asked eagerly.

"Yes, I will enroll!" Chris nodded with enthusiasm, practically on the verge of jumping up and down.

"Then we need to go and get your supplies for your first year!" McGonagall laughed.

Chris

nodded in agreement.

"Shall we leave then?" McGonagall stood up and looked at Chris, awaiting his response.

Before he could say anything, I interjected, "I will be going with both of you." I wasn't going to miss out on such an opportunity.

McGonagall simply nodded in acknowledgment. I bid farewell to Elena and set off for Diagon Alley with Chris and McGonagall.

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We were now standing on Charing Cross Road, the entrance to Diagon Alley from Muggle London. The Leaky Cauldron, a shop nestled between a bookshop and a record shop, provided access to this magical shopping district. Although I had reached the location, I had subconsciously ignored it, but Chris and McGonagall seemed unfazed. I followed them closely as they led me behind the Leaky Cauldron into a small courtyard with a dustbin. McGonagall stepped forward and tapped five bricks around a gap, and to my surprise, the bricks began to move, forming an entrance. I watched all of this with wide eyes—it was exactly like in the movies. Chris was left speechless.

Once inside Diagon Alley, we were greeted by a bustling scene of restaurants, shops, and various sites. Some establishments had tables outside with colorful umbrellas, and the place was filled with witches and wizards going about their day. McGonagall guided us through the lively streets, taking the time to explain things to us.

"Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron have been around long before Charing Cross Road was even planned in the nineteenth century," McGonagall began, "It is believed that Gringotts Wizarding Bank is the second oldest building in Diagon Alley, with Ollivanders being the oldest. Over time, other shops sprang up around them. Our first stop will be Gringotts to open an account for Christopher and exchange money for his supplies."

Chris interrupted, "Wait, do we need a different currency?"

McGonagall happily replied, "Yes, in the Wizarding World, we use our own currency. Anyone can conjure money with magic, so it's important to have a unique currency system. Galleons hold the highest value, with one Galleon equaling 5.78 Euros. And one Galleon is worth 17 Sickles or 493 Knuts. In Magical Britain, Gringotts Wizarding Bank is the only authorized banking institution, operated by Goblins."

Chris was astonished and asked, "Wait, goblins are real?"

McGonagall continued, "Not just goblins, but many other magical creatures exist."

We entered the bank, where numerous goblins were attending to the needs of wizards. McGonagall led us to a particular Goblin.

"This is Christopher, and he will be enrolling in Hogwarts soon. He needs to open an account," she introduced.

Before McGonagall could say anything else, the Goblin turned to me. I spoke up, "Um, I also want to open an account." This surprised both McGonagall and Chris, who questioned my decision.

"Well, you cannot freely leave Hogwarts, so if you need anything, you can just ask me, and I can send it to you. Having my own account will also help me navigate the magical world if necessary," I explained.

Each account holder was limited to converting approximately 1000 Galleons per year. I converted all of my money, ensuring that we had plenty to spend. After leaving the bank, we ventured further into the market, where many people were purchasing school supplies like us. There were shops selling robes, telescopes, peculiar silver instruments, barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes displayed in windows, piles of spell books, quills, rolls of parchment, and various potion bottles that I couldn't identify.

McGonagall guided us to different shops, helping us purchase books and other necessary supplies. Our last stop was at Ollivanders, where we met the renowned wandmaker, Garrick Ollivander.

"Welcome! You must be a new student at Hogwarts? Oll

ivanders has been crafting the finest wands since 382 B.C.," Ollivander greeted us. Chris proceeded to try out several wands until he settled on a 12-inch-long Applewood wand with a Dragon heartstring core.

"Fascinating! Applewood wands are powerful and best suited for those with high aims and ideals, as this wood doesn't align well with Dark magic. Dragon heartstrings produce wands with tremendous power. Dragon wands tend to learn and adapt quickly, although they can be more inclined toward the Dark Arts. Truly fascinating," Ollivander remarked.

Chris inquired, "So, in a way, does the core compensate for the wood's limitations?"

Ollivander responded, "Yes, in a way. I can assure you that with this wand, you will achieve great things in life."

The wand cost us 10 Galleons. With our shopping complete, we made our way back to the Leaky Cauldron to leave. Chris walked ahead, observing his surroundings, while I stayed with McGonagall, engaged in conversation.

McGonagall expressed her surprise, "You know, I was amazed at how calm you were throughout the day. Usually, when Muggles accompany me, they exhibit surprise or fear, but you remained composed."

I chuckled softly and replied, "You're mistaken. I am just better at controlling my emotions. You see, Chris can confidently navigate this world because he knows I am okay. If he sees me worried, he would also be concerned and unable to enjoy his first experience with magic." I was also exhausted, and the gray screen kept appearing intermittently, indicating my need to rest, but I put up a facade for Chris's sake.

While talking to McGonagall, Chris rushed over to me and said, "Brother, look! There's a Healer shop. They might be able to cure you."

I pondered for a moment, glancing at McGonagall, who agreed to accompany me. The Healer in the shop instructed me to sit nearby and conducted spells to examine my arms.

"It seems that the accident you experienced was quite severe, causing nerve and muscle damage. Since it has been many years and you were still growing, the damages have become deeply rooted in your body. Treating you now would require breaking down almost your entire body and regrowing it. It would be a painful process lasting several months, and I don't recommend it," the Healer explained.

My last flicker of hope shattered upon hearing this news. I paid the Healer and left. Chris appeared saddened by the outcome, and I reassured him, "Don't worry, brother. There might be other solutions."

After bidding farewell to McGonagall, we finally returned home. Elena bombarded us with questions, and Chris enthusiastically answered them all. I left them to their conversation and retreated to my room. I took a refreshing shower and collapsed onto my bed, contemplating the events of the day. Lying on my back, I raised my hands and willed the screen to appear—it obeyed. I then willed it to vanish, and it did. I repeated this a few times, realizing that I could control it now. The screen appeared as a dark gray surface with no text. I left it off and closed my eyes.

I never imagined being transported into a world from a movie, let alone the Harry Potter universe. If I had known earlier, I would have been more prepared. Observing my surroundings, I now knew for certain that this world resembled the movies, with the original cast living as their characters. The main challenge ahead was that I hadn't watched all the Harry Potter movies, only the first three. However, I had

some understanding of the threats this world posed, particularly Voldemort. Being Muggle-born, both Chris and I faced significant risks.

Another major issue was that my supposed powers had malfunctioned, leaving me powerless with no signs of recovery. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place—I was a powerless Muggle in the world of Harry Potter, with my brother attending Hogwarts alongside Harry himself during the impending third wizarding war. Additionally, I was overweight and physically weak. Running to safety seemed to be my only option, but persuading Chris without revealing the truth would be impossible.

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Auther's Note- I always wanted to write the interactions McGonagall has with a normal families, but most FanFics skip it or summarize it. What do you think?