Hogwarts' Explosive Guest

Nobody can forget last night.

The Fourth Name of the missing Girl-Who-Lived Claudia Potter showed up, and she appeared with her desk...working on an arm with a plethora of tools!

At first, she was into great concentration working on a limb, until she noticed that she's no longer wherever she is.

Her first words were, 'What the fuck?!'

Three words NOT expected to come from a famous celebrity's mouth...that, and she was wearing an interesting set of clothes. An orange dress shirt that's form-fitting one can see her rather ample bosom, black tie, black miniskirt, white lab coat, black sheer stockings and ankle-strap heels. Her long wavy hair is tied in a high ponytail-braid and wearing square, thin-framed glasses.

When Bagman told her she was chosen for the Tri-Wizard Tournament cheerfully...she wasn't too happy because one, she was kidnapped from her laboratory. Two, she has no idea of all this as she lives in Shanghai, China. Three, Tri is THREE, not four so why is she pulled as the fourth one and last she checked, she never signed up for anything and four, the reason she was most angry about, is that she's on her 'finals exams' from her teacher into making a high-class magical prosthetic so she can graduate and operate her own prosthetic shop!

So yes, she beat up Bagman real good who was too happy about her kidnapping the faculty had to pull her away before she breaks anymore of his bones with just her fists.

'But Ms. Potter, aren't you a little TOO young to operate a shop?' Mr. Crouch asked her.

'That's what everyone says, but they saw how high quality my work is for my age so they were deciding on making an exception for me for my license.' Claudia sighed wistfully. 'It helps that most morons blew themselves up in various magical experiments I'm in no shortage of customers either.' she snorted. 'My final exam consists of making a limb that can fit well with the patient both magically and physically without experiencing rejection and phantom pain caused by amputation because most prosthesis have a problem or two but I'm the closest to have no problems at all. Anyway, is there a way out for me from this competition of yours? My finals mean the world to me than some stupid pissing contest!' she fumed angrily.

A lot of people sputtered in protest because if to her it has no significance, it HAS to THEM!

'This is a prestigious competition between all three schools of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang!' Crouch sputtered, red-faced.

'And I'm an apprentice under a medical magical prosthesian so I've never been in a magic school so legally, I should be out, not illegally in!' Claudia retorted back irritably.

'Er, its a magically-binding contract and someone put your name in if you're all the way in China.' said Percy Weasley wryly. 'But first, we need you to swear a magical oath that everything you said is true.' he said. 'Did your teacher teach you about Oaths yet?'

'Eh no. I was taught the trade first so that includes healing spells and potions and some stuff for self-defense.' said Claudia. 'Serious stuff like oaths will come after I graduate since that's adult stuff and I'll be taught techniques for adults only like magical oaths and shit.'

Percy twitched her teacher sure didn't curb her swearing...

'OK, repeat after me...'

So when Claudia swore her oath, she really was saying the truth.

So yes, she wasn't too happy about it and the consequences it'd bring if she leaves she was close to blowing up the goblet of fire.

And so, she was given a Guest Room during her stay in the now...Quad-Wizard Tournament.

Unhappily, she blew up the arm she was working on, for 'the sake of technique secrecy' and the fact that she can't finish it anyway, as her tools and ingredients are in her lab, what was the point of keeping an unfinished product?

The thing is, she did magic without a wand when she blew up her working table and everything on it.

So that made Daily Prophet Headlines.

So now, she was staying at the castle in a bad mood because her exams, will have to be delayed, and she'll have to inform her teacher what happened, and she intends on killing her kidnapper who forced her in a tournament she didn't sign up for and it 'will not be an easy death'. She just wished she could kill Bagman because he 'seems to enjoy kidnapping and forcing people to do things they don't like' and one less criminal in the world the better because for her, a good criminal is six feet under after being wrung dry of juicy information and anything of value because cells are too good for them.

People once thought she was joking...

But when Bagman came again, she effortlessly killed him by impaling his chest with her hand and casually wiped the blood off her arm to many horrors. She got details from the Daily Prophet about him already, so...

'What? I never lie.' she chuckled darkly. 'I always keep my promises. People would trust them more than people who break promises, right?'

The adults had to rush Bagman out before he dies and needless to say, if he ever lives, he'll learn to keep his mouth shut and opinions to himself from now on, and to forever avoid her. And she's on the hunt for any others responsible to happily kill them and the adults, particularly the Headmaster are trying to convince her otherwise.

So now everyone is nervous about, and around her.

She also doesn't trust food and drink given to her, and has means to detect food being spiked since she performs spells on her food, drink, even the diningware and her goblet of pumpkin juice. Even the table, and the chair she sat on at the Staff Table wasn't spared. However, six days later she no longer does it.

xxx

Staff Room...

'It has been a week since Miss Potter arrived in Hogwarts after fourteen long years.' said Albus. 'What is everyone's observations of her?'

'Well, after that horrific first two days here, everyone's scooting away as far as I know.' said Professor Vector. 'Really, stabbing Bagman in the chest with just her bare hand?' she shuddered. 'I know nobody takes well to being kidnapped and forced into something in a foreign magical environment so I guess this is normal reaction...I think.'

'I'm more interested in her profession actually.' said Madam Pomfrey. 'Magical Prosthetics indeed! Many people have lost body parts from Spell-Crafting and Potions Explosions. We got Skele-Gro, but can't restore other parts...' she said glumly.

'Well that's why I still walk on this stupid peg-leg.' Moody scowled, tapping his wooden leg on the floor. 'I could use that. On another note, she's mostly exploring Hogwarts with meticulous effort, and discovered many places. Soon she'll know this place like Filch does.'

'She's also seen around the Greenhouses, intrigued by the plants.' said Professor Sprout. 'She's even asking what they are and what they do, and collects seeds. She doesn't know much Herbology since she's a specialist focusing on her medical studies so I recommended a book she'd look at in the library.'

'I've had chills down my spine since she came here.' Professor McGonagall griped. 'And then I see her giving the twins tips on improving their Ton-Tongue Toffees! Merlin help us for improving those pranksters!' she cried in exasperation, raising her hands in utter resignation. 'Hagrid also said he sees her around his Blast-Ended Skrewt Pens, wanting to study a pair...and then some Seventh Years came to my office last night saying they saw her in an abandoned classroom dissecting them while taking down notes!' she exclaimed.

'Dissecting those things?!' everyone yelped, eyes wide.

'Those things explode!' Professor Flitwick freaked out.

'Well, she safely did it since nothing blew up yet.' said Professor Snape. 'But checking on her is prudent.'

xxx

Unused Classroom...

'Miss Potter, we heard you're dissecting a pair of those Skrewts?' Dumbledore asked nervously. Stings, suckers and bites aside, they explode.

'Yes! Fascinating creatures, these Skrewts!' Claudia lit up before looking at them wryly. 'Though Hagrid their cross-breeder could use a better naming sense for these creatures. They got terrible names for one with big potential hence they'll be underestimated and some unsuspecting passerby will pay for it.' she snorted. 'But really, Manticore genes are clearly weak against Fire Crab genes because really, what's the only Manticore thing about this creature is the tail on the male Skrewts and the fact that magic doesn't work on it, so only physical means can hurt or kill it. This creature is practically 20% Manticore, 80% Fire Crab. For now I studied their anatomy, I'll test their intelligence and behavior next and see if more Manticore properties are in their intellect at least to somehow defy that percentage I estimated since that only applies to their physical make-up...'

'Erm, that's very interesting...' said Professor Septima, looking green at the gory mess on the table.

'Well, one has to write a book about unknown species. I hear cross-breeding is illegal but since the result is not-quite lethal if handled right, I suppose that's why Hagrid hasn't gotten the government on his ass yet, but these Skrewts have the genetics to grow to ten feet big and develop a really good armor that can resist strong spells so I recommend you lot study swordsmanship or know how to use a blunt melee weapon like a mace...but the healthier the bigger as ten feet is an estimated size for a teenager equivalent, so pray to any deities you know Hagrid won't find out their ideal diet to develop that deadly puberty...' Claudia stated with a dark smile to their horror. '...so they'll stay tiny-stunted and reasonable. Because if a teenage Skrewt blasted you at such a healthy state, you'll be a chunk of meat if you're at the wrong end. When I analyzed the body fluids that cause the explosions. Like wine, the fluids mature as the thing gets older so it has that nasty potential.'

'WHAT?!'

'Well, we'll soon know so I'm on the lookout for their growth for more dissecting ventures...' Claudia beamed. 'The good news is that their lifespan is two years only since the genetics of a beast and crustacean creature didn't mix well causing a rather horrific genetic degeneration which means you age fast. I personally don't want these things to live long either. Deadly weapons and anti-magic defense as well as the running speed of a human athlete at its teenage stage? I'm sane, thank you!' she laughed. 'While my community can deal with it just fine, you'll clearly have trouble with it! I hear you never even used a physical weapon in your lives!'

'That's one thing we can agree with, at least.' said Moody wryly.

'Well, after that I wanna know if a dead adult Skrewt is useful at least, particularly their body parts. I found two uses so far if allowed to breed and grow but to do that, you need hardcore breeders and tamers who are too stubborn to die and they'll be willing to do the job if they have a high paycheck and medical insurance.' Claudia huffed. 'But I can't stay here for long since I got life to deal with, called graduation.' she stated, crossing her arms. 'Ooh I'm also interested in the spiders in the forest and the Unicorns and Centaurs! My teacher will go crazy over them!' she stated excitedly.

'Those spiders are extremely venomous! Absolutely not and there's no known cure to date since its impossible to milk an adult one for study!' McGonagall cried in aghast. 'And don't dissect the Unicorns and Centaurs either! That will spark a war between wizards and centaurs, a war we can't afford since they live in the forest next to Hogwarts!'

'Oh, what are the spiders called?' said Claudia casually, not caring for her outburst. 'War huh? So they're like a tribe eh? Fine, a chat will do.' she said with an eye roll.

'They're Acromantulas, a Class-5 creature!'

'Ohhh! I'll be hitting the books then!' and she ran off with her notes.

'...so let's leave that mess on that table to the elves?' asked Professor Flitwick as they glanced at the hideous bloody mess on the desk.

'We should...I don't want to touch that thing even with a flagpole.' said Madam Pince in disgust with a scowl. 'She did say they're explosive body fluids...'

'Well, we'll have to tell Hagrid about his creatures at any rate.' said Dumbledore, looking slightly pale. 'They have potential to be a Class-5 Creature if allowed to grow to adulthood that their short lifespan is a rather poor reassurance in contrast to the horrors it has. Those two years feel like eternity already.'

'Didn't he breed those things for the Tournament? Merlin...' Professor Sprout shivered. 'I'm worrying for the kids already. Let's just hope Hagrid hasn't figured out their wonder diet yet...what if she does just to see what happens?' she asked, looking creeped out and the other professors shared utter discomfort.

A certain beetle outside hanging on the door flew away.

xxx

That next morning was the Daily Prophet, titled, 'BLAST-ENDED SKREWTS: ALLOWED TO LIVE OR NOT?' by Rita Skeeter.

'OK? How on earth did she find this out?' Claudia asked, baffled at the headlines. 'Who's this lady and how'd she overhear us in my makeshift lab?'

'That's one of Wizarding Britain's mysteries ever since she got employed in the Daily Prophet.' said Percy Weasley. 'She finds dirt on anybody without us knowing somehow!' he swore irritably. 'And if something happens, she tends to exaggerate and sensationalize her articles we sometimes have to control public outbursts. And she can somehow sneak around now?' he frowned. 'That's worrying, especially as the Headmaster banned her here and he only wanted legit reporters here.'

'That means loads of scandals every other day then. You guys have an interesting social media here. Ever heard of censorship?' Claudia raised an eyebrow in amusement.

'We do but that wasn't in her dictionary.' Percy grumbled with a scowl.