[Volume 1: "A Magical Professor."] [Chapter IV (4): "Professors, Letter, And New York."] [0004]
"Fuck me." ๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง๐ค๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ heard by the whole Great Hall, instead, I was only heard by my colleagues. My reputation is already ruined in the eyes of the children, thankfully I wasn't able to ruin it any further...
"E-ehem." I heard right beside me, I looked to my side and it was revealed that it was, Professor McGonagall who just coughed in her hand, she is currently just beside my seat, and her cough is loud enough to make me realize that the other Professors are looking at me, weirdly. Even including Professor Flitwick, who is currently leaning forward just to see what is going on.
I of course instinctively covered the letter using the letter's envelope and smiled at them. I, of course, checked my other side and realized no one cared about the letter, and Professor Flitwick was just curious why I cursed out loud.
"Sorry." I then smiled at them and pointed at the letter I am currently holding and continued, "R-rude parents." I said with a straight smile stuttering a little bit. That's the best reason I could come up with, and apparently, it works as the Professors continued what they were originally doing.
I took this time by scanning what they are currently doing, I mean more filler for my autobiography that I'd write in the future, starting from my left.
Professor Sprout the Professor of Herbology is currently busy tending to her plant, and by plant, I mean a fucking Giant Venus Flytrap, the thing isn't magical. If that isn't magical, then I fear a magical version of that thing, but there is no such thing so thank god.
Professor Binns, the transparent Ghost Professor of the subject of History of Magic on the other hand is currently sleeping, head resting on the table snoring loudly as all hell, hoping that his head passes through the table.
Hagrid the Half-Giant Professor of The Care of Magical Creatures on the other hand is currently playing with a Small Black Colored Puppy, that is currently resting on his knees, the Puppy making cute noises while slurping up Hagrid's soup.
Professor Sinistra, the ebony-skinned Professor of the Astronomy class on the other hand is the most 'normal' compared to the other three Professors, even if you include the four other Professors on my right she is still the sanest Professor here at Hogwarts.
The only thing weird about her is that she's ebony-skinned, a witch, and a total nerd about Astronomy, other than that she's normal, plain even, compare to everyone else sitting at this table, then she is kinda weird.
While I'm in the middle of this monologue about the Professors I might as well describe what the other four Professors on my right are doing, I'll make it quick.
Professor Snape sitting at the farthest chair and could be seen eating a Blancmange, while reading a book that I believe is either about Potions, Dark Magic, or "how-to-take-away-points-from-Gryffindor." type of book, I believe it's the first one though because of his profession, or the last one.
Professor Hooch the Flying Instructor of Hogwarts could, of course, be seen sitting right beside Professor Snape and is just well. Eating... Yeah, that's it, she is rocking those spiky white hair and yellow eyes though.
Professor Flitwick is of course the next one on the list. A Dueling Champion, a Half Goblin, and the House Head of Ravenclaw. He is of course a very intelligent and respected wizard in the Harry Potter Universe, but here he acts like a kid with an obsession with new things, like the Pokemon Card he is currently examining right now.
And finally, the woman right beside me is Professor McGonagall, House Head of Gryffindor, and Transfiguration Professor, she looks and is the oldest in all of us, well Professor Binns is the oldest, but Professor McGonagall still looks old. She is the Angel on my shoulder, and the one that guides me, sometimes.
All of them doesn't look like their Movies counterpart. I mean I didn't watch the Movies or either read the Books about it, but what the fuck man? They are clearly different people from the movies.
Some of them did retain similarities with their movie counterparts, but that's about it, everyone is different. Still find it weird seeing a younger Alan Rickman that is much grumpier though.
I mean the movie Snape is that moody grumpy Professor that wants you to be better, occasionally racist, but this one is just a new breed of disgusting man, what the fuck?
Just based on my description of them you could probably guess that these folks aren't three-dimensional people, but more like two-dimensional one. What I mean is that they aren't complex characters, more like joke characters with no depth, they act more like tools than people, in all honesty, damn I do sound evil. But I'm not.
Anyways that's another topic entirely, and because I'm getting bored I'm not gonna continue this monologue, so I'll just finally finish reading this letter.
So I got myself into a comfy position slightly facing Professor McGonagall, why? Well so that she wouldn't be able to read the letter.
And besides Sinatra is currently busy reading about... Astronomy, yeah, no I can't read the title of that book, but knowing her it's probably Astronomy... Anyways I then pulled out the letter about to read it and confirm its sender while being nervous. Fuck me I'm not nervous you are.
[KAMAR-TAJ]
[Earth]
[Asia]
[Kathmandu, Nepal]
[27th June 2006]
[Dear Mr. Harp]
[We wholeheartedly accept your proposition. And that we would be awaiting your visit.]
[Yours sincerely,]
[Ancient One, The Sorceror Supreme.]
I then closed the letter and looked at the ground, being left speechless mouth closing and opening like a fish, 'It was that easy?' I thought to myself, so I reread the letter multiple times, and yes, it was that easy.
How did I confirm that it is theirs? Well, the letter they sent to me isn't normal. It is magical, that is how I confirmed that it was from Kamar-Taj. So basically the KAMAR-TAJ part of the letter is magical and could be seen shifting here and there. And of course the signature under the, Yours sincerely no doubt the letter is legit.
Fuck, now I need to visit them much earlier than the others. But I guess this is a good thing after all, how many times have people rejected the letter I've sent them, for now, I guess I need a shower. I smell like shit.
But not after I finished eating this fried rice though, I mean it is still hot, can you really blame me? Damn, that's some good shit right there.
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[Volume 1: "A Magical Professor."] [Chapter IV (4): "Professors, Letter, And Visit."] [0005]
๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐'๐ฏ๐ eaten Brunch. But for now, I am currently holding my new Ballpen, my Journal, and my Pocket Watch. I am currently keeping records of my escapades for backup, in case I ever lose my memory, The Marvel Universe is a weird place.
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And done, to be fair my writing is indeed crude, worse than crude actually, and a tad bit of a doctor-like cursive, but fuck it, better than nothing I guess.
I then placed my Ballpen between Pages 4 and 5 using it as a bookmark, after that I then closed my Journal, pocketing it on the right side of my Vest. The Pocket Watch on the other hand which I hid on the other side.
After that I then messed around with my system, I clicked one of the options that says, [Marvel Universe], And then, [New York] A couple of seconds later, a Blue Portal rift slowly started to form in front of me. The Portal seemingly rips through time, space, and realities just for me, it is a very beautiful sight, to be honest.
The Portal clearly shows a rainy back alley, actually, it was so rainy that water seeped into my room. Fuck man, so I just jumped into the Portal blindly, this of course caused my clothes to get wet in the process.
"Shit, fuck." I instinctively cursed out loud, as the Rift Portal I went through slowly disappeared behind me, the opposite of how it appeared.
'Man, what the fuck? I just changed.' I annoyingly thought to myself while pulling out my Wand from my Vest's Pocket, I then cast a waterproofing spell. The Impervius Spell, the way it works is that it repels water rather than preventing it, quite a useful spell to be honest.
I didn't lie, I just recently changed from my knockoff Grindelwald get-up into a Dark Blue themed Three Piece Suit, with a Black Necktie, I, of course, kept my Dark Blue Vest, and Pocket Watch. And yes if you were wondering, my Vest's Pocket is indeed filled with random shit.
Enough about that, my fucking Suit, it's fucking drenched. And it smells like shit here, so I wisely decided to quickly get out of this dumpster hole that they call a back alley.
I actually think this place resembles the back alley where Bruce Wayne's Parents got killed. But I am in Marvel, not DC so that would be highly unlikely, I think... I don't know how the rules work here.
I got out of the back alley and the first thing that I notice is that it is fucking bright here compare to Gotham. I mean where the fuck even am I? It's raining yet there are billboard signs here and there, billboard signs of... Oh, shit is that Bruno Mars?
Damn, I'm actually kinda liking this place, I then explored the place more and more, ignoring the weird glances that I'm getting from occasional passerbys, which are holding umbrellas they are obviously confused why I'm not holding an umbrella, it is raining after all. Bitch, that's what we call Wizard privilege.
Anyways I then explored this new area that I got myself into and stretched my legs and so. I mean I'm not American, this is the first time I visited New York so I'll at the very least enjoy it.
A couple of minutes later I got tired, and apparently hungry again, luckily I spotted a Hotdog Stand near a Bus Stop, so Hotdog being my favorite I instinctively approached the said Stand, pulling out my Wallet with malicious intent along the way, ignoring the weird looks I'm getting.
"Yo boss give me two." I said while pulling a $100, "Ketchup? Mustard?" The Vendor asked with a thick Mexican Accent, while I just nodded in response watching the process with anticipation, my mouth is probably salivating.
A couple of minutes later the two Hotdogs were finally finished, I was about to grab them but I was stopped by the Vendor, "Cheese?" The Vendor asked this time noticing that I'm not getting wet by the rain. "Sure," I responded with a smile as my tummy grumbles a little bit.
The Vendor nodded and added a generous amount, and just because of that he earned my respect, "Thanks, man." I responded with a smile while handing the man the $100 I got while grabbing the two Hotdogs in exchange.
"Aye, no problemo amigo." The Vendor responded with a smile as he cleaned his hands using a nearby towel, I then smiled at him once again before walking away.
The Vendor finally finished cleaning his hands and realized that I had overpaid, "Aye amigo!" He looked around realizing that I'm not there anymore, so he just scratched his head and accepted the money.
I, of course, didn't completely disappear, I'm at the Bus Stop sitting while eating my Hotdog right beside a Shades wearing Old Man, the Bus Stop shielding me from the rain.
This is life.
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["GSZG RH WVURMRGVOB HGZM OVV."]
[๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฑ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฉ: [๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ] [๐๐ข๐ณ๐๐ซ๐] [๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฆ] [๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ฌ๐ญ] [๐๐จ๐ญ๐๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ] "Hotdog... Yeah couldn't think of a quote."]
[๐๐จ๐ญ๐๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ซ: [๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐จ] "Not all heroes wear capes, some is a Mexican Dude selling Hotdogs with a thick accent."]
["George RR Martin asked Stephen King how he write Novels quickly, King answered, with "I write 6 pages of a book every day." I then googled that and realized that 6 pages are roughly 3000 words, I only do 2000+ words (all rough no furnishing and shit.) in a week, Jesus."]
["The writing is shit, nothing is interesting here only filler. Yeah I'm not a great writer, just doing this for fun."]
["The reason why I added the Hot Dog Vendor part is because I was hungry in real time, the part when I wrote the tummy grumbling, mine did. And because I wanted the Vendor's Son to be a Student... Probably gonna be an Easter Egg in the future."]
[Words: "2188 Words."]
[Characters: "13005 Characters."]
[Writen: "November 28 2022."]
[Posted: "November 28 2022."]