THE GREATEST ALCHEMIST OF HOGWARTS

　　[ Chapter I (1): "FELIX HARP" ]

　　THE AIR QUALITY IN LONDON HAVE NEVER BEEN SO GREAT, since last year that was the case; residence in the small street of Brad Fort Ave. can testify.

　　Garbage men would feel fear when taking out trash on the morning, cats and dogs would stay inside even though it's afternoon, and at night wild things kept happening over and over again.

　　In multiple instances people would be confuse on why they are out, remember something obscure and go somewhere else. People going missing, and in some case people being found bruised up, most having lost their memory — those were the luck ones.

　　Because when people don't inexplicably lose their memories they'll ramble on weird things, before ultimately getting put into asylum, and then some dying not sooner than later.

　　Cases like this have been peculiar, and weird in the eyes of the people, causing them to stay inside their homes no matter the case — unless very necessary they will never go out.

　　This mentality spread not just on the small street of Brad Fort, but also all-over London itself. Causing the streets to always be empty, unless some ruffians pass by, or cars do.

　　Nonetheless, the street is quiet just like any normal day. Felix Harp could testify as he looks out of the second floored window of the Saint. Lane's Orphanage.

　　The establishment named after a very well-known woman in the 18th century known for her generosity, and warmth — thus earning her a recognition. But that warmth was nowhere to be felt today of all days.

　　July 4th, 1991. 9:32AM, that is the time. Felix knows the exact same time and day via pure boredom, looking up at both the calendar and clock on the wall who's plastered side-by-side. The only entertainment he has other than books, and feeding strays.

　　The former being boring due to him having read this year's and future year's curriculum already dozens of times, and also in having read H.P Lovecraft, Arthur Conan Doyle, and other famous individuals work on. All of which Felix doesn't find entertaining at the moment.

　　Sure, later they might be entertaining to his always wondering mind, but for today, for this exact moment all those seemed boring to him. So he didn't bother picking one from his collection of purchased, gifted, and stolen books.

　　[ "This is boring." ] Being an extraordinary child since he was but... A month's old, he thinks, Felix Harp have always stood out from the crowd — not only due to his hazel-brown hair, and dark-green eyes, no, actually he stands out due to his Intelligence.

　　Higher IQ and EQ compared to his peers who are crying due to being shoved, no, yes, Felix cried too due to them shoving him — but very unlike them, he countered the aggravator of his via slow-burn revenge;

　　He'll push them when he saw the chance, he'll steal their favorite toys and put them on top the shelves where they can't reach it. He'll even be petty enough and steal their crayons, break them, then place it back.

　　Pettiness, and mischievousness is something Felix is notorious throughout his public school, grade, and even at his orphanage. All of those doesn't disqualify him being smart though.

　　Children could be seen learning how to count via fingers and rhyme, he have already learnt about the flowery speech of one H.P Lovecraft, or other poets.

　　His peers could be seen getting shy, and having multiple crushes, and he would, very unlike them instead try to court their homeroom teacher who's already married...

　　Sending flowers, chocolates, hand-made paper figurines, sometimes drawing of her which oftentimes comes as crude. But ever a perfectionist, he learnt how to draw, in no time he could draw realistic drawing using merely a pencil. Yes, the one which childrens bite on.

　　The young age of his, 11, have always been a hindrance to him. Due to his age, people doesn't take him seriously at all. When he asked the librarian in a foreign library about literature relating to greek philosopher — she would give him picture books, of monkeys, jumping on TRAMPOLINE slowly surely dying one-by-one.

　　Enraged Felix have never went there again, but he bought the picture book because it looked interesting. The same book is also on his shelves amongst the thick, dusty, and some no-named books of his shelves because he wants to.

　　[ "This is really boring." ] Felix's only confident have always been his brain, so he kept talking to himself, that being not a good sign according to the mental health book he read written exactly 253 years ago. But he doesn't mind.

　　Like Sherlock Holmes, he also has problems of his and the only way to soothe it isn't via ordinary means — but instead extraordinary means, the Detective does it by solving cases, he does it by creating problems, and talking to himself. Sounds perfect? Good.

　　Felix stood up, having been bored in looking at the clock, calendar, and empty street that he swear he could see a tumble weed past by. But that may have been just his mind playing tricks on him, or that it genuinely happened because it is boring... He don't know which.

　　About to open the door, Felix could feel someone trying to open it also. And in looking slightly down, he noticed the knob of his door turning right — the door opened, and now stood in front of him is the legendary Matron of the Saint. Lane's Orphanage. Madam Miranda.

　　A woman who's on her early 50s but not looking like it, Felix have tried to pursue her many times but was only met with cold, harsh, rejection. 72 tries, and she kept saying no — citing different reasons ranging from age difference, social standards, and him not being her type.

　　Bullocks, all of them sounded like stupid plain reasons to him. She could have just said she wants him to slay a dragon first for her hand in marriage, and he would have rejected her right then and there — fantasy doesn't exist, dragons especially.

　　[ "O-oh, Felix!" ] Looking shocked, the Matron smiled at him and entered the room. A weird fat-looking man standing right behind her, [ "What a great coincidence, this here is a guest that wants to meet you!" ]

　　Excitement, that have always been her personality, bubbly. But in this case Felix noticed that she is... Overly jolly than usual, what gives?

　　Felix turned his gaze suspiciously on the man right behind her, at the man who's shyly waving at him, slightly balding, in what appears to be a fatsuit hidden under a tailor-made suit that appears to glister with the light reflecting on it.

　　[ "This gentleman right here is Mr. Horace Slughorn, and he wants to talk to you." ] Sounds fictional, and looks like an aristocrat... This the new Sherlock Holmes villain? No, no, that isn't it. He is smiling, and, that doesn't look hostile.

　　[ "Hello, Mr. Slughorn... What do you want?" ] Slightly shoving down his suspicion, Felix kept looking up at both the Matron and the weird looking man, asking for an explanation — any explanation would do.

　　Hearing that, the man, Slughorn smiled gently at him, rubbing the side of his cheeks. Light-green eyes could be seen reflecting on Felix's darker-shade of eye color. The man began to pose a question instead of answering his question.

　　[ "Well... Have you ever experienced anything peculiar as of late?" ] Perculiar? Like what? [ "Like...?" ]

　　[ "Like let's per say, when in extreme stress. Do magical things happen then and there?" ] I don't quite catch what you mean, fatman, but I'll play along. [ "There was this time I lost my temper..." ]

　　Oh, he is genuinely curious. Should I continue? Fine, I'll continue. [ "I thought of my book to be boring, it didn't quite explain what I wanted to know you see." ] Felix could see the man crouching down at his level.

　　[ "Oh. That is... Go on." ] Placing a hand on his chin, as if thinking of something, Slughorn let the child continue as he did. [ "When I felt dissatisfied that book began burning... That doesn't sound normal, yeah?" ]

　　A true story that happened 3 years and 2 months back on May 23, 1988. Something that he hadn't found a solution on since researching about it, he concluded without sufficient evidences that the book might have possibly be old, or that due to circumstances with the sun shining, it possibly ignited the book...

　　That sounded stupid, but that's the most basic explanation he has on one of the most stupid experience he ever experienced on his life. And he should know many, he is a child sir, ma'am... He experienced plenty of dumb things.

　　[ "Are poorly written books usually combastible, sir?" ]

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　　[ WRITTEN: 01/19/2025 ]

　　[ POSTED: 01/19/2025 ]