Harry Potter: To the Magical World... Without a Manual
I just wanted a quiet life: to work, study, fall in love, save money (someday)... the basics so I wouldn't end up eating rice and eggs for the rest of my life, ¿right? But the universe said, “How about I complicate your plans for fun?”
I left work on my bike, happy with my newly earned paycheck (hoping not to spend it in the next 24 hours). But of course, two thieves appeared, professional robbers with a look that said, “Give me your cell phone or I'll turn you into a statistic.”
So I pedaled as if they were giving away a college scholarship to the first place finisher. I entered a forest I didn't know existed, and believe me, I pass by there every day. After stumbling, falling, hitting myself, questioning my life decisions, and shouting things I won't repeat... I ended up in what looked like a medieval village. Wooden houses, torches, people talking strangely... and no Wi-Fi signal.
While I was trying to figure out if I had traveled through time, was dreaming, or had become a character in some cheap TV series, something happened that ruled out all my theories.
I saw a group of four people stop a crowd that wanted to burn a child “for witchcraft.” But that wasn't the crazy part... well, it was crazy, but the thing was, those four people looked like certain creators of a famous school of magic that I had seen and read about in CERTAIN movies and books.
I thought, “What the hell is all this?” and “Did I just walk into a fanfic with no budget?” The truth hit me like a brick in the face: I was in the Harry Potter universe.
But not the one we know... no. This was more like a “Middle Ages + people who don't bathe and the risk of contracting who knows what disease” version.
Now I'm stuck, trying not to die, not to be burned, and not to be seen as the village idiot... figuring out how to survive without a manual and without knowing if interfering in this world will improve it or if I'll end up as “the guy who came from another world and ruined history before it even began.”