Got Hisoka template in Harry Potter World - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The Hogwarts Express

Jack slid the compartment door open to find two students already seated—a girl with ice-blonde hair poring over a thick tome, and a dark-skinned boy lounging opposite her, his sharp eyes flicking up immediately.

“This one’s taken,” the boy said, voice smooth but edged with dismissal.

Jack didn’t move. “Train’s full. Only seats left are here.”

The girl—Daphne Greengrass, Jack realized—barely glanced up from her book. “Muggle-born, I assume?”

The way she said it—like muggle-born was a stain on her tongue—made Jack’s fingers twitch. But he kept his voice neutral as he lifted his trunk onto the rack. “What gave it away?”

“Your shoes,” Daphne said coolly. “No wizarding family would let their child wear something so… practical.”

Jack glanced down at his scuffed trainers. He’d chosen them precisely because they were practical—good grip, broken in. But to these two, they might as well have been a neon sign screaming outsider.

The boy—Blaise Zabini—leaned back, studying Jack with the detached interest of a cat watching a mouse. “You do realize magic education is for wizards, don’t you?”

Jack sat. “Funny. The letter I got said Hogwarts was for witches and wizards. Didn’t specify blood status.”

A beat of silence. Then—

Daphne snapped her book shut. “Tell me, do Muggles even understand what they’re meddling with? Magic isn’t some toy for your kind to stumble into.”

Jack met her gaze. “My kind?”

Blaise smirked. “She means the ones who’d burn us at the stake if they could.”

—

Daphne’s fingers traced the spine of her book—The Rise and Fall of the Medieval Witch Hunts. “Centuries of persecution,” she said softly. “Muggles hunted us down, drowned us, burned us alive for the crime of being born with magic. And now you expect us to welcome you?”

Jack exhaled. He’d read about the witch trials, of course. But hearing it thrown at him like an accusation—

They’re not wrong.

Humans had done terrible things. But—

“Grindelwald,” Jack said quietly.

Daphne blinked. “What?”

“You mentioned Muggles burning wizards. Grindelwald and Voldemort—” Blaise flinched at the name, “—both wizards. Both killed plenty of their own kind.” Jack leaned forward. “Good and bad people exist in every community. Muggle or wizard, it doesn’t matter. You just have to find the right ones.”

Daphne’s lips thinned. “A naive outlook.”

“Or a realistic one.”

Blaise’s chuckle was dark. “You’ve got nerve, I’ll give you that.”

The compartment door slid open again.

“There you are!” A freckled boy—Matthew Finch from the platform—beamed at Jack. “Saved you a seat up front, but—” His smile faltered as he took in Daphne and Blaise’s glares. “Er. Maybe later?”

Jack stood. “Actually, I’ll join you now.”

He didn’t look back as he followed Matthew out.

—

Night had fallen by the time the train reached Hogsmeade. Jack followed the crowd to the lake’s edge, where dozens of tiny boats waited.

“Firs’ years! Over here!”

A giant of a man—Hagrid—waved them forward. Jack clambered into a boat with Matthew and two other wide-eyed students.

Then—

“You.”

Jack turned. Daphne stood on the dock, her silver-blonde hair gleaming in the torchlight. “Don’t think this conversation is over.”

Jack smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

The boats glided across the lake. And then—

There it was.

Hogwarts.

Towers pierced the starry sky, windows glowing like fireflies. The castle loomed, ancient and alive, its reflection shimmering on the black water.

Matthew gasped. “Blimey…”

Jack’s chest tightened.

No turning back now.