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

The sun set in the west.

The train traveled along its predetermined tracks, passing a lake where golden reflections sparkled brilliantly and dazzlingly.

Hermione gazed out the window in fascination, thinking about the beautiful scenery before her and her future magical life.

Gunpowder purred contentedly in Tiger's arms, both man and cat sleeping soundly.

"My aunt makes the most amazing chocolate cream puffs, wrapped in rose sugar coating with champagne truffles inside. You absolutely must come try them during the holidays."

"I can't wait!"

"Me neither..."

Neville and Venom were chatting enthusiastically in hushed tones, especially about desserts—they had quite a lot in common.

Venom's hideous fangs dripped with saliva, but there was no longer any trace of fear in Neville's eyes...

Just then, the train's intercom crackled with static, followed by an announcement that they would arrive at Hogwarts in fifteen minutes.

Hermione snapped out of her reverie, shaking the still-drowsy Tiger while taking Gunpowder into her own arms to prevent Tiger from forgetting the cat when disembarking.

She adored cats so much.

"Chubby, I've got to head back now."

"Let's chat next time."

Venom horrifyingly licked Neville's cheek before retreating back into Tiger's body.

Neville didn't mind at all—instead, he touched his cheek and giggled foolishly.

He'd made another friend. How wonderful.

"Tiger, hurry up!"

"Everyone's already out!"

"Good God, for heaven's sake..."

Outside the compartment door, Hermione was practically bouncing with anxiety while Tiger was still leisurely changing into his wizard robes.

Students in the corridor were streaming toward the exit, their bustling, noisy voices rising and falling.

Neville had also been swept away somewhere by the crowd.

"This place belongs to Merlin, The Shelbys belong to the devil—screw God."

Tiger tugged at his tight collar and pushed open the compartment door, looking rather irritated.

Hermione glared accusingly:

"Hey, you can't say that!"

Mrs. Granger was a devout Christian, and both father and daughter Granger carried some faith as well.

"Stop nagging, Joan of Arc."

"Watch out or I'll take Gunpowder away."

Tiger picked his ear indifferently and headed toward the exit.

"Bastard..."

Hermione gritted her teeth and followed Tiger, her bushy hair seeming to bristle with indignation.

The train whistle sounded again.

Dense white fog mixed with a hint of chill almost enveloped the entire platform. Students followed the crowd, looking bewildered as they walked toward the light at the front of the train.

"Tiger! Hermione!"

"Thank Merlin, I finally found you!"

Neville clumsily squeezed out of the crowd and approached them, followed by Harry and Ron.

"Good thing you didn't get lost. Venom was just asking about you. Hermione said when she turned around, you'd vanished."

Tiger reached out and steadied the chubby boy. Neville smiled sheepishly.

"Nearly did. I bumped into Harry Potter and Ron Weasley—they helped me out."

The chubby boy's eyes sparkled as if he'd won the lottery, especially when looking at Harry.

"Harry, Ron."

"This is Tiger Shelby and Hermione Granger, my good friends..."

"H-hello..."

Looking at Tiger's fierce eyes, Harry and Ron inexplicably became nervous, stammering their greetings.

"Hello."

Tiger frowned slightly.

A scene flashed through his mind—that envelope falling like snow, the bespectacled boy cheering loudly inside, and his own figure leaving the lounge.

So it's him...

"Harry Potter?!"

"Good heavens, you're Harry Potter!"

As if witnessing a historical figure step out of a textbook, Hermione approached with curiosity and excitement.

"I've read about you in books..."

Seeing the chatterbox about to launch into another episode, Tiger grabbed Gunpowder and continued walking forward without looking back.

"Oh! Gunpowder!"

"Give Gunpowder back!"

With her cat snatched away, Hermione couldn't care less about asking questions from books and hurriedly followed, fuming.

"First years! First years, gather here..."

"Come to me!"

The fog gradually dispersed, and with a sound like a subwoofer, everyone looked ahead.

A giant was holding a massive lantern like a searchlight, drawing circles to guide the students.

Messy black hair and beard covered most of his face, and his robust, bulky frame radiated wildness from head to toe.

Involuntary exclamations arose, especially from students from Muggle families.

"Good gracious, he's so strong!" Hermione instinctively covered her mouth and whispered. "Is that a giant?"

Tiger also looked admiringly.

He liked strong beasts.

Such a fellow would definitely make a more ferocious enforcer than Arthur if he joined The Shelbys.

"Just wonder how many bullets he could take..."

Hearing Tiger's unconscious muttering, Harry standing behind them couldn't help but look horrified.

At the same time, he remembered the surname Shelby and what it meant—living in Surrey, he knew all too well...

"Harry!"

"Ha! I can see you!"

"Come here quickly!"

Hagrid laughed heartily and pulled Harry to his side, as if afraid of losing him.

"First years! Follow me!"

Everyone left the station and came to a somewhat rough path. The slippery, steep cobblestone road caused many new students to slip, and complaints could be heard faintly.

The night breeze was cool.

Many young faces had turned pale from the cold.

Seeing Gunpowder had already burrowed into Tiger's arms and was comfortably squinting, Hermione silently cursed the heartless creature but couldn't help glancing at Gunpowder.

Turning the corner, a lake blocked their path.

It was like entering another world.

The distant castle suddenly materialized before everyone, its candlelight shining brilliantly.

Excited chatter erupted.

Hagrid also arranged for the new students to board small boats.

Under Hermione's accusatory gaze, Tiger jumped alone onto a boat. Under his cold stare, no one dared sit with him...

In the hazy night, the lake surface was gently wrapped in a layer of soft mist, like a thin veil lightly caressing the water.

Tiger lay back in the boat, gazing at the starlit night sky, listening to the rhythm of lake water lapping against the boat's hull, and sighed contentedly.

"Bloody beautiful..."

He loved this journey.

It was like entering a fairy tale world.

After some unknown time, Hagrid's subwoofer-like shout awakened Tiger from his light doze.

"Right then, children, we've arrived."

"Watch your step!"

"Form a line and follow me."

Tiger disembarked and stretched luxuriously.

Looking up, steep cliffs towered before them, with a magnificent castle perched majestically on the clifftop.

The moon seemed particularly large tonight...

Watching the group of new students in the distance, Professor McGonagall standing at the entrance breathed a quiet sigh of relief, her stern expression relaxing by a few imperceptible degrees.

It wasn't until Hagrid led the group directly to her that the little wizards, who had been marveling at finally reaching their destination, suddenly fell silent under Professor McGonagall's penetrating gaze.

"Welcome to Hogwarts..."

"Bloody hell, we're late!"

Tiger's irritated voice stood out particularly in the crowd, and Professor McGonagall immediately fixed her gaze upon him.

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