HP: What, You've Never Seen a Symbiote at Hogwarts?

"Platform Nine and Three-Quarters..."

As an adult, Dr. Granger confidently led the two children in searching for the platform entrance.

However, like a headless fly, he wandered back and forth between Platform Nine and Platform Ten.

Tiger carried his case, equally bewildered, while Hermione remained immersed in the blissful pleasure of cat-petting.

Gunpowder, who originally despised human contact, now found itself somewhat addicted to this professional technique.

"Honey, listen to me..."

Mrs. Granger couldn't walk another step. She helplessly pulled her husband to a halt.

"We know King's Cross Station like the back of our hands—there's absolutely no Platform Nine and Three-Quarters here."

"We're not familiar with the magical world. The entrance here might be like The Leaky Cauldron."

"Ordinary people simply can't see it."

"Let Tiger and Hermione search for it. We can only bring them this far, can't we?"

Her gentle tone carried subtle implications.

This double entendre brought the somewhat overexcited Dr. Granger back to his senses.

He turned toward his daughter, his eyes brimming with indulgence and reluctance.

When had this little one who'd barely learned to walk reached the age where she must leave him and embark on her own journey?

Everything came too quickly—far faster than he'd anticipated. He wasn't remotely prepared.

Dr. Granger said hesitantly, "Darling, you really don't need to push yourself so hard..."

"Don't worry, Dad."

"I'll take proper care of myself."

"Mum taught me loads."

Noticing both parents watching her, Hermione quickly lifted her head with a radiant smile, maintaining her characteristic proud demeanor.

The Grangers shook their heads with helpless smiles.

They'd once felt gratified by their daughter's excellence far beyond her peers, but as time passed, this gratification gradually transformed into worry...

The Shelby Family always honored contracts.

The instant Hermione spoke, Tiger snatched Gunpowder from her grasp and stuffed it into his arms, leaving only a terrified feline shriek lingering in the air.

"Oh! Gunpowder!"

"Bloody hell! You're so rough!"

"He's still tiny—you'll hurt him!"

Hermione's eyes blazed with indignation, wanting nothing more than to pounce on Tiger and reclaim Gunpowder, whose head was poking out.

Unfortunately, the psychological shadow Tiger cast over her was enormous—large enough to eclipse her prideful, self-important attitude.

"You breached the contract."

Tiger glanced at her with cool indifference.

"You—"

Hermione's small face flushed crimson with fury. After stamping her feet in frustration, she pushed her luggage alone and began searching for Platform Nine and Three-Quarters without a backward glance.

"Tiger, I'm terribly sorry."

"Hermione, she..."

Dr. Granger attempted to speak on his daughter's behalf, but Tiger impatiently raised his hand in interruption.

Regardless, Hermione remained a child in his eyes. Her arrogance was an inevitable manifestation of her exceptional talent.

Tiger found nothing objectionable in this.

Quite the contrary—he respected Hermione's brilliance. He simply preferred quiet.

If their positions were reversed, he'd dare take a shit on Mother Polly's head.

After all, Mother Polly's greatest aspiration for him was academic excellence—donning those bloody golden spectacles and becoming a solicitor or some such nonsense.

Unfortunately, The Shelby Family overflowed with rebellious spirit—fists throughout their bodies, but precious little brain matter.

Even Tommy, their patriarch, merely possessed an additional fist growing inside his skull...

"Don't fret, Dr. Granger."

"You're Shelby family—that's Tommy's promise. With me present, your daughter won't die."

"..."

The Grangers appeared somewhat stunned by these words.

Die?

Hold on—their daughter was attending school, wasn't she?

Uncertain. Better double-check!

Mrs. Granger glanced at the Hogwarts acceptance letter in her handbag with mounting terror.

"I didn't... mean that..."

"I merely wanted to say... please become... friends with Hermione... or something similar..."

Dr. Granger's voice carried awkward undertones, but Tiger's figure had already departed, leaving only paternal anxiety hanging in the air.

"Excuse me, conductor—could you tell me where Platform Nine and Three-Quarters is?"

"Piss off!"

"Bloody hell, I've repeated this countless times—there's no Platform Nine and Three-Quarters here!"

"Are you kids completely barmy!"

The conductor, desperate to board his train, appeared increasingly irritable. His steps never faltered as he attempted shoving Tiger aside.

Amber eyes instantly froze.

"Now, tell me!"

"Where the hell is Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, or I'll rip your guts out and string you up on this sodding platform!"

The bruised and bloodied conductor collapsed groundward, shaking his head frantically, face contorted with terror. Scattered teeth and crimson droplets made speech impossible.

However, as The Shelby Family's little tiger, Tiger's temper exceeded anyone's volatility.

The enraged cub seized the helpless conductor, shaking him savagely while his other hand drew the "triangular military spike" wand from his waist...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop right there!"

"Merlin's beard..."

An Auror rushed forward, halting Tiger's continued assault.

Witnessing the wand employed as a bludgeon, the Auror grimaced with visceral discomfort.

Merlin's bloody beard!

If wizards universally wielded wands thus, Auror investigations would become exponentially more challenging.

"Sir..."

"Please accompany me..."

"For... Merlin's sake..."

"He's innocent..."

Hearing the Auror's words, Tiger slowly raised his head. After all, he'd heard "Merlin" invoked countless times throughout Diagon Alley.

"Troy, lend a hand."

"Take this gentleman for medical attention."

The Auror sighed with mounting frustration as a young man approached.

"Bloody hell, what happened here..."

Observing the conductor's pitiful state, trainee Auror Troy spread his hands dramatically.

The Auror briefly explained events. Troy immediately regarded Tiger with excited fascination.

"Mate, you did this?"

Tiger retrieved his case, ignoring him entirely. Instead, he focused on the restraining Auror, his indifferent gaze carrying subtle urgency.

"Right then, Troy."

"This isn't chatting time. Get this gentleman treated quickly, and also..."

The Auror helplessly indicated his temple, offering Troy a knowing expression.

"Got it, got it, old Rico. What a hot-tempered first-year—I bloody love him."

Troy assisted the conductor while winking at Tiger, speaking with cheerful enthusiasm:

"Mate, you're prime Auror material. You'll definitely land in Gryffindor!"

"Gryffindor welcomes you with open arms."

"You absolutely must choose Gryffindor—it's Hogwarts' finest house..."

"The train's departing momentarily."

"Come along quickly, first-year."

Before Troy could finish, Auror Rico led Tiger toward a nearby platform pillar.

"Oi! First-year! Promise me—you'll kick those Slytherin tossers' arses properly flat!"

Behind them, Troy's shouting persisted.

"Simply pass through this barrier."

"Don't hesitate."

Auror Rico thoughtfully demonstrated for Tiger. Tiger's indifferent eyes instantly brightened, while only Gunpowder covered its face.

Just as Tiger prepared penetrating the barrier, Auror Rico called out seriously:

"Sir, considering you're a first-year, I can manage this assault incident."

"But please remember—the magical world maintains laws. Violence cannot resolve problems."

"I expect you to apologize for this behavior."

Tiger glanced at Rico with cool detachment, then extracted a protective charm from his pocket and tossed it over.

"Shelbys can apologize."

"But you'll bloody well kneel to hear it."

With that declaration, he stepped through the barrier, leaving the somewhat stunned Auror Rico behind.

"Shelby?!"

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