In Rita Skeeter's story, Goku was transformed into a "pitiful little wizard" who had accidentally wandered into Knockturn Alley and encountered the evil Dark Wizard Alek. Just as he was about to be murdered, the valiant Aurors arrived to save him.
When Nymphadora saw what Rita had written, she nearly drew her wand to blast the woman with a Blasting Curse right then and there. But she restrained herself.
This was exactly what Minister Cornelius Fudge wanted—inflating the Aurors' achievements to boost the Ministry's waning prestige. Not even Rufus Scrimgeour could change this narrative.
The only upside was that thanks to Rufus's lobbying, Fudge agreed to provide Goku with extra financial compensation as part of his reward.
After the interview, Nymphadora explained the truth to Goku and apologized on behalf of the Aurors. Goku, however, didn't care at all. He didn't understand the concept of "fame" or "prestige"; he just wanted to get to the strong people.
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September 1st, 10:00 AM. King's Cross Station.
Nymphadora drove a Ministry car to drop Goku off. He had bought so many things that she couldn't Apparate with both him and all his gear. Luckily, Ministry vehicles were magically modified and incredibly fast.
Standing before the solid brick wall between Platforms 9 and 10, Nymphadora pointed.
"See that wall? Push your trolley and run straight at it. Don't be afraid. If you're nervous, just speed up."
"Run at the wall?" Goku's brow furrowed. He wasn't afraid of running into a wall—he was just worried he might knock the wall down.
"Exactly. Run!" Nymphadora didn't wait to explain. She broke into a light jog and, the moment she touched the brickwork, she seemed to dissolve into it like water.
"Whoa!" Goku's eyes widened. He had seen a lot, but "wall-melting" was a first. He didn't hesitate for long, though. He gripped his trolley and charged at the wall at full speed.
In the blink of an eye, he passed through the solid surface and emerged into a wrought-iron archway. Nymphadora was waiting on the other side.
"Come on, let's get you on the train."
They stepped out onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. A deep crimson steam engine sat idling on the tracks, a sign on the front reading: Hogwarts Express, 11:00.
"I put the rest of your reward money in your trunk, along with four roasted chickens for when you get hungry at lunch. After that... good luck!" Nymphadora said, waving goodbye at the entrance to the first-year carriage.
She had paid for the chickens out of her own pocket. She knew the snacks sold on the train wouldn't even be a light appetizer for Goku.
She knew four wasn't enough either, but it was all she could cram into the trunk. 'He'll be fine once he gets to Hogwarts,' she thought. 'The opening feast has enough food to satisfy even him.'
"Once I'm done with my duel with Dumbledore, I'll come back and help you catch more bad guys," Goku called out, lifting his massive trunk—which was larger than he was—as if it weighed nothing.
Nymphadora froze for a second as Goku disappeared into the train. "Did I hear that right? Did he say he's going to duel Dumbledore? Nah... I definitely misheard."
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Inside the train, Goku found an empty compartment. Since he was early, most of them were still vacant.
"Nymphadora said it'll take until tonight to reach Hogwarts. Better keep training."
He tossed his heavy trunk onto the overhead luggage rack like it was a bag of feathers and began a high-intensity workout. He did pull-ups using the rack with a single finger, inverted one-fingered push-ups, and practiced rapid-fire punches and kicks.
Because of the sounds of grunting and the rhythmic *thump-thump* of his training, the other first-years who passed by were too intimidated to enter his compartment.
Until, finally, a boy with glasses appeared, struggling to drag a heavy trunk.
"It's you! You're... Son Goku!"
"And you're Potter!" Goku recognized the boy from the wand shop the day before.
"It's Harry. Harry Potter," the boy corrected politely.
Hagrid had left early for school business, so Harry had spent quite some time lost until a kind family of wizards showed him how to get onto the platform.
He was nervous about his first trip to a magic school and wanted to find a quiet place to sit. Since he was late, most compartments were full, but he was relieved to find a somewhat familiar face.
"Harry, your name is so weird. Let me help you with that." Seeing the skinny boy struggling, Goku stepped forward, grabbed Harry's trunk with one hand, and effortlessly swung it onto the rack.
Harry stared, stammering, "You're... you're so strong!"
He knew how heavy that trunk was—dragging it down the hallway had nearly exhausted him. Goku handled it like it was made of balsa wood.
"It's because I work hard at my training. If you train like me, you can do it too," Goku said matter-of-factly.
"Training? You mean... learning magic?" Harry asked, eyes wide. He assumed Goku had been studying magic in advance to gain such strength. He was amazed—he never realized magic could make your body that strong and increase your physical power. He realized he might have had some misconceptions about what he'd be learning at school.
"How do you usually train?" Harry asked curiously, sitting down. He was worried about falling behind classmates who seemed so advanced.
"Like this."
Goku resumed his workout, leaving Harry Potter completely dumbfounded. Harry began to feel a deep sense of dread regarding his future academic life if *this* was the standard.
Just then, the compartment door slid open slightly, and a red-haired boy poked his head through the gap. "Excuse me, is there room? Everywhere else is full."
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