Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 5
Chapter 5: The Journey to King’s Cross
The morning of September 1st dawned gray and damp, London’s skyline smudged with rain. Jack stood by the orphanage’s front door, trunk at his feet, watching the water streak down the windows.
Matron Grace hovered nearby, her usual stern expression softened by something almost like concern. “You’ve changed these past months,” she said abruptly.
Jack didn’t turn. “I suppose I have.”
“Not just your height.” Her voice dropped. “You don’t startle anymore. Not even when Tommy slammed that door last week.”
A faint smirk tugged at Jack’s lips. His senses had sharpened alongside the Hisoka template’s growth—6% now, like a second heartbeat under his skin. Sounds were crisper, movements easier to track. Yesterday, he’d caught a fly mid-air just to see if he could.
“I’ve been practicing,” he said simply.
Matron Grace studied him, then sighed. “Well. Don’t forget to write. The others will miss you.”
Jack doubted that. But he nodded anyway.
A honk outside. The orphanage’s rusted van, ready to take him to King’s Cross.
Time to go.
—
The train station was chaos—businessmen in suits, families dragging suitcases, the shrill whistle of departing trains. Jack wove through the crowd, trunk rattling behind him.
Platform Nine. Platform Ten.
And between them—
Four solid brick pillars.
Jack used Gyo, and soon sense the magic covering the pillar. Its almost like portal.
Jack’s pulse quickened. Run straight at it. Right.
He gripped his trunk’s handle, took a breath—
“You can’t be serious.”
A drawling voice cut through the noise. Jack turned.
A boy stood a few feet away, pale-haired and pointy-faced, his tailored robes already marking him as not a Muggle-born. Behind him loomed a broad-shouldered man—father or bodyguard, Jack guessed.
The boy’s nose wrinkled as he eyed Jack’s second-hand clothes. “You’re not actually trying to get to the platform, are you?”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Got a better idea?”
The boy smirked. “Draco Malfoy. And clearly, you’ve no idea how this works.”
Ah. Jack almost laughed. Of course it’s him.
Draco leaned in, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “You run at the barrier. But—” His eyes flicked to Jack’s patched sleeves. “—maybe someone like you should be left behind.”
Jack smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. “Watch closely, Malfoy.”
Then he moved.
Not a run—a burst, faster than any eleven-year-old should be. The world blurred. The barrier rushed at him—
—and then he was through.
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### Platform 9¾
The first thing Jack noticed was the steam, great billowing clouds of it, curling around the crimson engine of the Hogwarts Express. Wizards and witches crowded the platform, owls hooting, cats weaving between legs, parents fussing over robes and last-minute advice.
Jack exhaled. No turning back now.
A hand suddenly clapped his shoulder.
“Blimey! You shot through that barrier like a Snitch!”
Jack turned to find a round-faced boy beaming at him, freckles standing out against his flushed skin.
“Er—thanks?”
The boy stuck out his hand. “I’m Matthew. Matthew Finch. First year too. Saw you leave Malfoy gaping like a flobberworm—brilliant!”
Jack shook his hand, hiding a smirk. So Draco’s reputation precedes him.
Before he could reply, a shrill voice cut through the crowd.
“Finch! Stop dawdling!” A severe-looking witch—Matthew’s mother, presumably—marched over, dragging a sullen girl (sister?) behind her.
Matthew winced. “Gotta go. Save me a seat, yeah?”
And just like that, Jack was alone again.
He boarded the train, trunk in tow, and claimed an empty compartment. Outside the window, families hugged, children waved. Jack watched, silent.
No one to miss me.
The thought should’ve stung. But as the train whistle blew, all Jack felt was the thrum of his template—6% merged, and growing—and the promise of a world where freak wasn’t an insult.
Jack opened his panel.
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[Hisoka Marrow (6%)
…
Aura: Lv4
Power: 4.8 (2.4 Tons)
Affinity: Transmutation
…
Nen Type: None
Nen Ability: None
Nen Skill: Ten (Lv1), Zetsu (Lv1), Ren (Lv1), Gyo (Lv1)
Ability: None
Skill: None
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Time to play.