Chapter 4 is a go!
Donalbain and Hank left the shop and continued on as the hot August sun beat down on them. Donalbain pointed out and explained things as they went on; He explained to Hank how the moving pictures worked and how broomsticks flew. Hank couldn't believe that someone would want to fly on a broomstick instead of driving a good old fashion automobile. The more things he saw, the sicker he got. Hank also kept stealing glances at the passing wizards but he wasn't the only one glancing though.
Wizards and witches looked at Hank with wonder and confusion. While everyone else around him wore robes, he wore blue jeans and a white shirt, his usual outfit. He did notice this and it made him feel a little uncomfortable and angry.
Hank lowered his voice so nobody else could hear. "Hey, Donalbain, why are all these folks giving me odd looks? It's not like I'm the one who's wearing a dress."
"Well, Mr. Hill, most, If not all, wizards wear robes and you lack them. You may think they're the weird ones but to them you're the weird one. If you just put a robe on they won't pay attention to you."
"Being weird to the weirdos is exactly what I want!" Some wizards looked his way when he heard him shout.
"You'll see in time, Mr. Hill. You'll see in time." Donalbain sighed.
People continued to stare at the pair as they made their way into various shops and picked up Hank's supplies.
"Alright, Hank, we have to go to Gringotts and get some more galleons, money. We still need to get your books.
"Gringotts is the name of the bank? What's a gringott? "
Donalbain chuckled. "He was a Goblin, Mr. Hill."
"A what?"
"Ha-ha, you'll see soon enough." They continued on until they reached a grand building with witches and wizards filing in and out. They entered through the large doors, careful to avoid others doing the same.
Hank looked around. "Goblins? Heh heh that was a good one. I don't see any gobl.." Before Hank could finish a voice interrupted him.
"Can I help you, sir?" A little man, if you could call it a man, stood before him. His shiny, large dome lacked any trace of hair. Large, pointy ears adorned the sides of his head and he had a crooked nose.
Hank took a few steps back. "BWAAHH! What are you?"
The goblin sighed. "I'm a goblin, sir."
Hank took a few steps back then sprinted out of the bank, knocking over a few wizards as he left.
Donalbain chased after him, calling out his name as he did. Hank finally slowed down and Donalbain managed to catch up.
"Alright, you, I'm not taking another god dang step. I am sick and tired of all of this and I want to go home and be normal!" The vain in Hank's forehead was pulsing strongly. "I don't want any more of this nonsense and I just want to sell propane and raise my family. I'm just a Texan, not a gosh dang wizard! Now bring me home this instant or I'll kick your ass, I tell you what.
Donalbain sighed. "I'm sorry, Hank, but I'm under strict orders that you have to go to school and I have to get you there. By any means necessary."
He raised his wand, muttered something and Hank's world went dark.
"Ugh my head…what happened?" Hank slowly opened his eyes and saw the top of what looked like a train compartment. He had no idea how he got here. "Next time I see Donalbain I'm gonna kick his ass…" Hank slowly got to his feet and exited the compartment. Looking out the window, he noticed that he was indeed on a train and that they were now passing a forest. He looked into each compartment, trying to find anyone that could tell him where he was.
After a searching a few more compartments he found two kids. One was a skinny, red head and the other, a boy with jet black hair, glasses, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. They were talking amongst themselves and eating snacks. Hank opened the door. One was Ron Weasley and the other was the famous Harry Potter.
"Hey Kids, would you mind telling me where I am?"
Harry didn't expect to see anyone older than 18 on the train and this man looked over 40.
Harry went and whispered to Ron. "Ron do you know who this is?"
"Not a clue, Harry. He might be a professor though. Probably just got cursed by Fred or George or something, but his clothing looks muggle." Ron forgot to whisper back though and Hank heard it all.
"No, I'm not a professor or a teacher; I'm just a Texan who wants to go home."
Ron answered back. "Well that's impossible right now; we're on the Hogwarts Express, heading for Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts…." It took Hank a few seconds for it to sink in. "BWAAAHHH!"
To those who are reading... do you enjoy this story at all? I mean ill still add chapters but nobody is reviewing so I don't know what anyone thinks.