Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: The Cold Professor’s Visit
The moment Snape stepped inside, the air in the orphanage grew heavier.
Jack’s first thought was that the man looked like a vampire—pale skin stretched tight over sharp features, a hooked nose, and dark eyes that gleamed with something between disdain and boredom. His black robes billowed slightly as he moved, as if even the fabric was too dramatic for ordinary movement.
Matron Grace stiffened, her grip tightening on her clipboard. “Can I help you, sir?”
Snape’s gaze flicked to her, then back to Jack. “I am here for the boy.”
His voice was smooth, cold, each word deliberate.
Jack didn’t move.
The other children had gone silent, staring. One of the younger girls—Lily, Jack remembered—hid behind the matron’s skirt.
Snape’s lip curled slightly. “Jack Fletcher. You received a letter this morning, did you not?”
Jack swallowed. Play it cool. “I am Jack.”
Matron Grace frowned. “What’s this about?”
Snape didn’t answer her. Instead, he reached into his robes and withdrew a slender wooden wand.
The children gasped.
With a lazy flick—
Obliviate.
A soft blue light washed over the room.
For a moment, no one moved. Then—
Matron Grace blinked, her expression shifting from confusion to polite professionalism. “Ah, Mr.…?”
“Severus Snape,” he said smoothly. “I am here to discuss Jack’s… special education.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. Memory charm.
Matron Grace nodded as if this made perfect sense. “Of course. Jack, why don’t you and Mr. Snape speak in the office?”
Snape didn’t wait for Jack’s response. He turned on his heel and strode down the hall, robes swirling behind him.
Jack hesitated only a second before following.
—
The office was small, cramped, with a single window overlooking the orphanage’s dreary courtyard. Snape shut the door behind them with another wave of his wand—Muffliato, Jack guessed—then fixed him with an unreadable stare.
“You are… unexpectedly composed for a child who just learned magic exists.”
Jack met his gaze. “I’ve always felt different. This… makes sense.”
Snape’s eyes darkened. “Most children scream. Cry. Demand proof.”
Jack shrugged. “It also mean some of them act just like me.”
A beat of silence. Then—
Snape’s wand twitched.
Legilimens.
A sudden pressure against Jack’s mind—sharp, invasive—like fingers prying at his thoughts.
Shit.
Instinctively, he slammed up mental walls—not perfect, not trained, but enough to make Snape’s intrusion stumble.
The professor’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
Jack forced his breathing steady. Don’t panic. He can’t know.
Snape lowered his wand. “Interesting.”
Jack stayed silent.
“You will come with me to Diagon Alley,” Snape said at last. “You require a wand. Books. Supplies.”
Jack nodded. “How does it work? The magic.”
Snape’s smirk was faint. “You cast spells with a wand. You study at Hogwarts. You obey the rules. Or you suffer the consequences.”
Jack almost smiled. Typical Snape.
“And the… other people like me?”
“Muggle-borns,” Snape said, the word dripping with something between disdain and resignation. “You are not the first. You will not be the last.”
Jack leaned forward slightly. “Prove it.”
Snape’s eyes flashed. Then—
With a flick of his wand, the chair beside them transformed into a coiled serpent, hissing softly.
Jack didn’t flinch.
Snape vanished the snake with another flick. “Satisfied?”
“Very.”
Snape studied him for another long moment before turning toward the door. “We leave in five minutes. Bring nothing. The matron will believe you’ve been placed in a private school.”
Jack stood. “What about the other kids?”
Snape paused. “They will remember nothing of this.”
Jack’s fingers twitched. Memory charms. Of course.
Snape’s voice dropped lower. “Unless you’d prefer to stay?”
Jack smirked. “Not a chance.”
—
The streets of London were crowded, noisy, but Snape moved through them like a shadow—people instinctively stepping aside without realizing why. Jack kept pace, his mind racing.
Hisoka’s template is merging. 0.1% a day. What does that even mean?
He flexed his fingers. No difference yet.
Snape stopped abruptly in front of a dingy pub—The Leaky Cauldron.
Jack blinked. “It’s… invisible to ordinary people, isn’t it?”
Snape didn’t answer. He strode inside.
The pub was dim, smoky, filled with witches and wizards in mismatched robes. A few glanced up, but most ignored them.
Snape led Jack to the back courtyard, where a brick wall stood unremarkably in the sunlight.
With a precise tap of his wand—
The bricks shifted, folding back to reveal a bustling alley lined with shops, owls soaring overhead, cauldrons stacked in pyramids.
Jack’s breath caught.
Diagon Alley.
Snape’s voice was dry. “Try not to gawk. It’s undignified.”
Jack grinned. “No promises.”