A Wizard's Second Academia
AN: I don't own Harry Potter or MHA
Harry Potter thought his life couldn't get any more bizarre. That was a false statement. After his final confrontation with Voldemort, the young wizard is thrown into a world where magic and wizardry don't exist but instead, superheroes and abilities that are dubbed quirks do.
As if going through a problematic and traumatic high school once is not enough, he is forced to attend another one with a different education system. Let's just hope he has a normal school year this time! Good luck Harry!
Note: This is my first Harry Potter story and I hope you guys are patient with me on this. This is also an AU from Deathly Hallows to change things up. Please enjoy!
Prologue
A Quirky Beginning
Green eyes began to open, as a splash of water flowed down his face.
Harry woke up with a sharp pain in his forehead. His senses were starting to come back to him painfully, as he was hit by a bludger.
That wasn't new to him.
"Urgh, my… head." Harry groaned, groggily opening his eyes. Taking a look at his surroundings, even with his broken glasses, the first thing he noticed was water coming down from the drain. He was in a field next to a building. His eyes caught sight of bugs coming underneath the ground.
Raising his right arm, Harry could feel the pain returning as he continued to get up from where he was currently laying. He just needed to find his wand…
"Damn, where is it?" Harry sighed, searching in his pockets, then began looking on the ground, scanning for it.
Catching it on sight, Harry was surprised but was happy upon realizing what it was.
His Holly Phoenix Feather wand. It… was fixed.
Relieving his problems, Harry sighed and found the wand he first bought at eleven.
Thank Merlin it was in his safe hands. He was glad it was repaired upon waking up. Guess Draco's wand didn't count anymore in this trouble. Did his wand replace his original wand when he woke up just now?
Once Harry's right hand reunited with his wand, he could feel the magical sensation from the core of the wand glow in front of his green eyes, illuminating through his cracked glasses. This brought joy to his face. He was happy to be reunited with a part of himself again.
Taking one last look at his surroundings, Harry noticed a bag on the muddy field. It was a mokeskin pouch. He knew it was a gift to him on his seventeenth birthday. Hagrid was the one who gave him the pouch.
Harry walked over and picked up the pouch gently. How could he almost forget this? This was one of the last mementos he carried as a way to celebrate his final birthday with his friends and family.
Harry will never forget the friendly half-giant who saved him from being a slave to the Dursleys and who brought him to The Wizarding World.
Harry hoped to Merlin that Hagrid was okay, along with his other loved ones too.
He will never forget that day. The last time there was peace before Voldemort and his death eaters came to ruin the evening.
Taking a page from Hermione's book, Harry remembered the most useful spell in a time like this. "Oculus Reparo." Harry cast it on his glasses, fixing them into a better condition.
Once again, he had to thank Hermione for that.
Harry shook his head, knowing he couldn't dwell on the memories any longer. Grabbing the pouch and placing the wand in his pocket, the former Gryffindor walked out of the field and continued to walk until he found a place filled with civilization.
Soon after what seemed like an eternity, Harry finally arrived at a location filled with buildings with very bright signs, too bright to be honest. Wait, when did Britain get all these signs? This writing or language, Harry couldn't recognize them.
All of this appeared foreign to the young wizard. Was he back in Surrey or somewhere else?
"Where on Earth am I?" Harry questioned, looking around like a headless chicken.
This began to give Harry flashbacks to when he used the floo network for the first time back at the Weasley's Burrow, for traveling to Diagon Alley without foot.
Let's just say it didn't go well the first time.
Arriving on a street, people around him started speaking in another language. He knew some of them were looking at him weirdly as well. There was a dark-haired burly man who was wearing a business suit. Maybe he could help him in finding out his current destination.
Harry walked over to the man and began to ask a question, hoping the man could help him here.
"Hello. Excuse me, sir. Do you know where we are?" The former schoolboy asked politely.
"Wa! Anata no itte iru koto ga rikai dekimasen. Gakkō ni ikubeki janai no, gaki?!" The man shouted before leaving the former Gryffindor in confusion.
"What the… bloody hell?!" Harry exclaimed in anguish.
At least that was helpful. He knew it wasn't English for sure.
Harry noticed a gray-haired woman wearing a purple blouse and a white skirt, talking on some sort of device in her hand. A phone most likely Harry had to assume. Hopefully, he can get some answers this time.
"Hello. Huh, miss. If you can understand me, can you please tell me what area this is?" The raven-haired wizard asked again in a polite manner.
The woman turned to face the young wizard with the phone in her hand. "Jizoku suru." The woman spoke as she set her phone on the side of her right shoulder. "Watashi ga dare ka to hanashite iru no ga miemasu ka?! Naze anata wa ima gakkō no inai nodesu ka. Anata no ryōshin wa doko ni iru no?!"
Harry still couldn't believe it. This time, the tone in the woman's voice reminded him of his aunt. Harry strolled back as the woman continued to shout after him.
Harry kept going and had gotten his distance away from where the woman was. Okay, it's official. He was no longer in Kansas anymore. A long way from home for that matter.
The young wizard was confused at this point. So far, nothing was making sense. Where did Voldemort send him? Where was the sadistic loony?
The last time he saw the snake-faced bastard was when he and his friends stormed the castle in a final attempt to combat the dark lord. After the battle of Hogwarts, Harry and the rest of his army went into hiding with plans to combat the dark lord.
A final raid to end Voldemort's reign once and for all. The Aurors, the remaining students who survived the battle of Hogwarts joined together to raid Riddle Manor, battling the dark lord to the death.
Voldemort had one last attempt to create a Horcrux, using a ritual involving the Hallows such as The Elder Wand. Voldemort was in a weaker state due to six of his Horcruxes being destroyed, causing Voldemort to limit his magic capabilities.
Harry had an emergency portkey in case things do go south, bringing him and Voldemort to the ministry of Magic where the Aurors would surround the dark lord.
He and the deranged wizard had one last duel, battling for the Elder Wand, casting cutting curses and jinxes as blow to blow, countering their spells. Magic began to split the world, a ritual being interrupted and the world flashed in a light.
Next thing you know, he was teleported to a field with small buildings around him, feeling like crap and being surrounded by muggles who spoke a different language from him.
And the infamous Potter Luck strikes again. How lovely was that?
Speaking of Voldemort, could he be in the same area as him? He and the snake bastard were the only ones left in the room since the portkey went haywire against the ritual Voldemort created.
Harry suddenly gains an idea in his head. Of course, why didn't he think of this sooner?
Grabbing the mokeskin pouch, his hand began searching for any items that could help him. Looking deeper into the pouch, his fingers felt the presence of a shape in the bag.
"Got it!" Harry cheered.
Pulling out from the pouch, it was an artifact with a crack at the center of it. It was a special artifact that Harry had kept after he found it hidden in The Golden Snitch.
It was The Resurrection Stone. The object that allowed him to speak to his parents and Godfather.
Harry knew that this object was forbidden to use. He hated that it had to come to this option but what other choice did he have? He remembered he dropped it after his conversation with his loved ones. The next day, the ring appeared in his hand.
Slipping the ring on his index finger, Harry called out a name that would provide information in a time like this. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Harry surprisingly remembers the headmaster's name well.
Nothing happened. No shadow or image of the old goat in sight. Harry felt his heart rate increase and was getting a little nervous. Dumbledore, even dead, would always share words of comfort with Harry for a situation he was facing.
"Okay. Sirius Orion Black." Harry called next, hoping he could see his GodFather again.
Once again, nothing.
Harry shook his head in frustration. "Damn it. Lily Potter. James Potter." Harry attempted to summon his parents.
The same result occurred the third time in a row.
"Severus Snape!" Harry shouted the name of the former potions teacher.
Nothing again. He and Snape weren't exactly best mates but in the man's last moments, knew that he was an ally to him.
The man died, redeeming himself for a noble cause.
"Remus Lupin! Nymphadora Tonks! Come on, Tonks! That name always irritates you! Scold me for using it!" Harry pleaded to one of his friend's graves.
"Alastor Moody! Mad-Eye! Fred Weasley! Anybody!" Harry struggled to call out to the rest of his fallen comrades, anyone who could aid him at this time.
After several attempts, Harry decided to call it quits. This confirms it. Harry knew he was no longer home.
Harry begins to question himself. Was he in a different world perhaps? This was a bigger dilemma than he originally thought.
Searching in his mokeskin pouch, Harry dug his hand in hoping for a special item that would come in handy in this.
Taking his hand out, a potion appeared in Harry's hand. The potion he had to thank his former potions teacher for.
The Felix Felicis. A potion Harry remembers he brewed during his sixth year at Hogwarts. The Half-Blood prince sure came useful at a moment like this.
"Well, bottoms up."
Opening the bottle, Harry brought the potion to his lips and drank it in one go.
A confident sense appeared, bringing Harry's spirits up.
"Well then, on we go," Harry announced positively, placing the ring in his pocket and walking off in a distance to find answers.
Half an hour later, Harry checked out at the closest hotel he could find. Thanks to a hypnosis spell, Harry was able to check into a room without detecting anything suspicious.
Harry felt guilty for using the Imperius curse on a worker but knew he had to go through with it. Lingering into his thoughts, Harry sat on his hotel bed, hoping to catch some information. What better way than to watch the news?
Taking a look at the T.V., this was one version Harry didn't recollect seeing. Even when he lived with the Dursleys, whenever Harry would get a chance to watch it, that is, it didn't appear like the one Harry had in his room.
'Was this a new model?' Harry questioned himself.
Nevertheless, Harry knew there were bigger things to worry about. Searching in his mokeskin bag, Harry found a wrapped-up sandwich that Mrs. Weasley had prepared for his well-being before the raid against Voldemort began.
Not just Mrs. Weasley's food but Harry also packed a few items before his confrontation with Voldemort.
Inside his mokeskin bag, there were dragonhide gloves courtesy of Charlie Weasley, there was also dark gray-green basilisk clothing as well that came with a wizard robe. His firebolt broom was there, along with the silk-like cloth which was revealed to be his invisibility cloak. A gift from his former professor, Dumbledore.
A melancholy smile appeared on Harry's face. To think that his father was the original owner of one of the magical relics. One of the prizes of Ignotus Peverell was passed down to each generation of his lineage.
There was also a photo album he kept after his first year at Hogwarts and the golden snitch which hid the Resurrection Stone.
Two of the hallows he had while Voldemort had the third one. And he could be anywhere to wherever the snake-faced git had just sent the both of them to.
Harry sighed as he knew he couldn't let the murderer of so many people get away. For now, he needed to discover what his current location was.
Turning on the television, Harry took a bite of his sandwich and continued to skim through the channels, uncovering information about his location. While surfing the channels, the networks he spotted with his own eyes appeared to be broadcasting on Japanese networks.
Wait, Japan? Oh, bugger, he was in Japan?!
That would explain the language barrier he faced earlier when he spoke to those two muggles on the street.
Harry wasn't familiar with the language. Rarely he came in contact with someone who spoke the same language.
Looking at the T.V. guide, Harry gained an idea. Grabbing his wand from the nightstand, Harry pointed it at his temple and proceeded to cast the spell.
He had to thank Fleur for teaching him this spell. Closing his eyes as the spell begins to affect him, Harry opened his green eyes and took another look at the T.V. guide, and to his luck, he could now understand the language fluently.
God, he loved magic.
Soon after the spell worked, Harry sat on his bed and continued to watch any channels for any information that would be of use to him.
While watching, there was news of crimes happening in the city he was currently located. But that wasn't the biggest surprise that caught Harry's attention, the fact that there were actual superheroes that existed here.
Superheroes? Here in Japan? Does… that mean… wizards don't exist here?
No, there was no way… but was that a possibility? Were there superheroes back in Britain? Well, in this version of Britain, hypothetically, he meant.
But come on, there had to be an explanation for all of this. Wasn't there a Japanese Ministry of Magic around these parts?
Sighing to himself, Harry turned the television off and began to change into his pajamas. Harry wore a white shirt and black shorts as he began to get ready for a night's rest.
He wonder how everyone else was doing.
The next day, after casting a few enhancements, the hotel room was cleaned. Harry casts a powerful notice-me-not charm and successfully snuck out of the hotel without any detection.
Not without nicking some food at the dine-in part of the hotel, thanks to his invisibility cloak and a few delusional spells. Yeah, he was kind of a criminal at this point but what choice did he have? This was his only way to survive wherever Voldemort had sent him.
Plus, when was the chance he could get this quality of morning food at a hotel with high-budget breakfast again?
Harry soon left the hotel and went off to a part of the city he was currently located, Musutafu, which was the name Harry remembered correctly.
Harry apparated to the top of a tall building where he began to admire the view of the city, munching on a piece of toast.
He still couldn't believe that wizards or witches might not even exist here. Instead, superheroes and villains for that matter were the main subjects right here.
So did his magic count as one of these… quirks people have been discussing here?
Harry stopped in his train of thought as he noticed smoke coming from a few buildings in front of his eyes.
'What on Earth…' Harry thought to himself.
Before Harry could get another chance to think, a loud explosion abrupted, causing a ruckus in his current area. The smoke begins to increase after the second tremor hits. Something was wrong,
Harry begins to frown, should he get involved? They were heroes here, right? So should he just stay behind the sidelines?
He could hear Hermione's voice ringing in his head, reminding him of his saving people thing. That was a strength but weakness Harry had carried with him after attending Hogwarts for the first time.
More tremors from the explosion were being caused. The young wizard begins to sigh to himself. He knew if Hermione was here, she would reprimand him for getting his nose involved but what could he do about it? This was a common trait for him.
He didn't want to say it but he knew his friend was right. He hated it when she was right. In a loud crack, Harry disappeared from the tall building and went ahead to do what he does best, drawing attention to himself.
Once making it to the location, the first thing that Harry noticed was a fire. Bright, raging fire draws chaos around the streets. He noticed pedestrians were unfolding the madness in front of their eyes.
Why isn't anyone doing anything about this incident? Where are the heroes at a chaotic time like this? His question was answered at a bizarre sight to witness.
In front of the chaos, a monster. A sludge-like monster that appeared to have a face with rotten teeth and its form was displaying a gross shape, bending its body in twisted ways.
'Bloody hell… is that a monster?'
Harry wasn't sure what this thing was in the first place. For someone who encountered strange beings on multiple occasions, this was different from any type of mythical creature he has encountered in his Hogwarts years.
Several people wearing unordinary uniforms surrounded the creature, standing there like they were caught in headlights.
There was a man, dressed like a tree as he began to use some kind of branch enhancement ability, attempting to get a hold of the monster.
There was also a blonde-haired woman wearing a purple skin-tight suit with orange trimmings who had two fake horns on the front of her head. That wasn't what caught Harry's attention but the fact that she had the size of a giant, standing between two buildings. Was she a distinct relative to Hagrid?
The huge lady made an effort to walk towards where the sludge creature was but was prevented due to her massive size as she couldn't get anywhere near the monster.
Thanks to the language spell he cast last night, Harry can now understand the conversations in a better tone.
"There's nothing I can do about it! Our quirks are useless against this guy!"
"Stand down! Someone with a better-suited quirk will show up to help us!"
"Where's All Might?!"
Quirks. All Might. Those were the subjects Harry remembered hearing about in the hotel room from last night. Quirks were the main abilities used here.
This does confirm a sad fact for him. Magic possibly doesn't exist here. Does that mean these… quirks were a substitute for that?
A loud laugh interrupted the wizard's thoughts.
"Hahahaha! Back off! Or I'll kill the brat here!" The sludge creature proclaimed.
An intense rush fuels Harry right when he hears the green creature's words. Looking through the smoke, his eyes caught sight of a young man trapped there.
Shit. So that's why these heroes are hesitant in confronting this monster. He had a boy as his hostage.
His inner Gryffindor came calling to him. Yep, Hermione was right about him. He did begin to fall back into his old habits.
New world or not, Harry couldn't stand here anymore. He had to do something, He needed to be The Gryffindor back from The Wizarding World.
Right as Harry took hold of his phoenix wand, the green-eyed Gryffindor saw a newcomer running towards the creature. It was a boy with dark-green hair, possibly around his age, sprinting towards the creature holding the hostage.
"Kacchan!" The boy screamed for his friend.
No! What was this kid thinking?! Harry immediately took a hold of his wand, put his black hood on, and prepared to do his thing like always.
The green-haired boy continued to pull with all his strength, hoping he would achieve something.
"Deku… What the hell… are you doing?!"
"It looked like you… needed saving." The boy said with a forced smile on his face.
Right as the sludge villain moved one of its arms to whack the boy away, a loud cracking sound was heard.
"Huh?!"
Its arm was met with an invisible force, seemingly a shield protecting the green-haired from the monster's attack.
Harry apparated in front of the green-haired boy, using the shield charm as the sludge villain's eyes widened in surprise.
Grabbing the boy's right arm, Harry apparated to get the kid out of harm's way.
Teleporting far from the chaos, Harry and the curly-haired boy he just saved were back where the crowd was located.
"Huh?" The boy questioned, looking around his surroundings.
"Are you okay? You're not injured, are you?" Harry asked, very concerned.
"Ye… yeah, I am. What just happened? What quirk did you just use?!" The green-haired boy asked out of curiosity.
Quirk. There was that word that Harry heard again. What could Harry say? That he had magic instead? That would just make the situation more complicated.
Not wanting to waste more time, Harry decided to tell a fib to not draw attention to himself. "It's… a special kind I have," Harry spoke in a fluent, foreign language. He had to thank Fleur once again for that spell. "But enough about me, I need to get you out of here, and let me handle this one."
"But my friend, Kacchan, is there. I need to help him! If I don't, who else will?!" The boy spoke in a worrying tone, reminding the Gryffindor of his courageous side.
Harry shared a small smile underneath his hood, knowing this boy would have been a great selection in Gryffindor.
It reminded him of the times when Ron or Hermione was in trouble, especially during the Triwizard Tournament, he would always find an excuse to save his dearest friends now.
"Don't worry, I'll get your friend to safety. In the meantime, I need you to leave and call for help from the authorities here." Harry promised reassuringly.
The green-haired boy looked hesitant at first but then nodded his head agreeing with the hooded man.
Harry turns his head to face the roaring fire that was behind a couple of inches. Harry once again apparated in front of where the creature was and appeared shocked at the wizard's sudden entrance.
"What sort of creature are you? Is there… a name for your species?" Harry inquired curiously.
The sludge creature widened its eyes out of the offense. "Me?! Do you dare mock me with that name like that?! Like I'm some kind of animal?! I'm only the greatest villain ever born!" The sludge creature proclaimed out of the madness.
And Harry thought Voldemort was a self-ego maniac. "Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine I suppose." Harry spoke without a care in the world.
"Who are you?! Some kind of pro-hero?!" The sludge creature questions with an aggressive tone.
"No, I'm just a guy who likes to stay away from trouble. It's too bad that it comes looking for me for the most part." Harry sasses, not caring what the creature just said to him.
The sludge creature's eyes widened out intrigued. "Ohhh, a vigilante then. You're breaking the law just like me! Maybe when I'm done using this brat's body, I'll use yours instead. After all, you show a promising quirk for me to use. What is it? A teleportation quirk? A warping quirk? I guess I'll just have to find out!" The sludge monster widens its grin.
Harry cringed at the monster's words. "Yeah… No thanks. That just makes you sound like a nonce. And… I already have grown adults obsessing over me. The last thing I need is some creep trying to imitate a flubber knock-off, forcing me without consent."
"Well then, if you won't allow me, then, I'll just have to take it myself!"
With a terrifying laugh, the sludge creature lunged toward Harry, hoping to bring him down.
Harry saw this coming from a mile and cast the most powerful shield charm, stopping the villain to a complete halt as a disgusting splash sound was made once the sludge hit the shield.
Harry twirled his wand, casting a banishing spell, sending the sludge monster away from the crowd, trying to keep the civilians away from the conflict.
Harry once again apparated to where the sludge villain was located. Another tendril came directly at him. Thanking his Quidditch reflexes, Harry dodged the incoming attack by ducking under the tendril.
"Impedimenta!"
Lifting his wand, Harry casts The Impedimenta Jinx as the spell causes the sludge creature's movement to slow down, allowing Harry to make his move.
Harry quicked teleported, grabbing the young man in the chest who was currently stuck in the sludge.
With one thought, Harry and the young man vanished out of the area, freeing the boy.
Teleporting back to the safe side, Harry and the blonde-haired boy landed on the pavement, the blonde-haired kid landed a bit harshly on the ground.
Once the boy caught his breath, he turned his head to face the sludge monster.
"You… you're dead!" Before the blonde-haired boy could step a foot, an invisible force was made in front of the boy stopping his tracks.
"Sorry, but I can't let you leave. I'll handle this." Harry assures the blonde boy with a very big temper.
"What?! No Way! That bastard almost killed me and I'm not going to let him get away with it! And you can't stop me!"
"Yeah… Sorry about this, kid." Harry pointed his wand at the angry young man's face. "Petrificus Totalus." Harry nonchalantly cast as the young man's body froze up, making him incapable of moving.
"Sorry, that spell should last only a few hours. In the meantime, be careful not to get into trouble."
Teleporting away from the petfired kid, Harry turned his focus on the creature. Thankfully, no one was in sight here, now the former Hogwarts student can go all out.
Returning to the battle, Harry appeared in front of the creature, enraged with his presence further.
"You… You damn brat! That was the only way to power. Well, no matter. At least that makes it easier for me to take your body!" The sludge creature begins to lunge at the raven-haired wizard.
"Sectumsempra!"
Harry casts the deadly cutting curse, slashing one of the creature's eyes while it lunged at him. The creature screamed in agonizing pain, losing an eye in the process.
"Ahhh! You… little… That's it! No more mister nice guy!"
Its right tendril reached out, trying to grab Harry. The young wizard caught sight of its limbs as he vanished from its reach and appeared on the other side of its arm reaching for him.
The raven-haired Gryffindor kept casting jinxes, hoping to slow its movement down. The creature whipped its other arm in time as it grabbed one of Harry's legs, attempting to bring the wizard to him.
"Got ya!" The sludge monster's grin widened.
Harry quickly braced for him as he pointed his wand at the creature, finishing off the villain for good.
"Incendio!"
A blazing fire shot out of the tip of Harry's wand as it began to set the sludge creature on fire. The creature howled in pain, its green appearance darkening to black color, causing a terrible smell that almost made Harry lose his lunch.
Harry quickly cast a severing charm, cutting the creature's arm off his leg before the fire could spread on the street. Harry rolled over to the other side, getting a safe distance away from the burning creature.
The creature hit head first on the pavement, running in a raging inferno. Harry cast a powerful shield charm, preventing the fire from spreading everywhere.
Harry waved his wand, yearning to end the fight quickly as possible.
"Confringo!"
With a literal bang, the spell meets the creature causing an explosion far away from where the civilians were. The only thing left were pieces of mud that were splashed everywhere which were scorched beyond recognition.
Yep, he was going to have to take a shower once again. And he had just got this sweater too.
Thankfully, no one was hurt, and it seems he did the hero's job for them.
Before Harry could apparate out of the area, he heard a cheer scream out toward him.
"Yeah! He did it!"
"That was amazing! He took that monster down like it was nothing!"
"Is he a new hero?! What kind of quirk did he use?!"
Harry stood there in disbelief. He was surprised to see this attention brought up again. This was beginning to remind him of flashbacks to his first arrival in The Wizarding World. The cheers here were reminding Harry of his first sorting hat arrangement.
Harry will never forget the cheers of his house, finally finding a place to belong. Even if he was a so-called celebrity, he did form his first friendship after being sorted into Gryffindor.
A smile appeared underneath Harry's hood.
People began to take strange phones out of their pockets, taking pictures of the young wizard, some were crying while others began to surround him with questions.
"What's your name?! Are you a new hero in town?"
"Hero? Well, I just… couldn't let…" Harry tried to speak to one of the civilians.
"Is this the first time you stopped a crime?" Asked one of the reporters, getting close to the young wizard's personal space.
"I… uh…" Harry stuttered.
"What type of quirk do you have?! A fire-type quirk? A teleporting quirk?! Do you have more than one quirk?!"
Harry knew he was getting anywhere with this. Harry gently began to push his way out of incoming bystanders.
Right as Harry began to leave, he heard one last voice call out to him.
"Wait!"
Harry turned to where the voice came from. It was the same man from earlier who had a tree-theme suit that appeared to be made out of wood.
His appearance looks familiar like one of those muggle comics he remembers his cousin Dudley reading when he was younger.
"Who are you?! You look young to be a hero. Are you some kind of vigilante? I hope you're not a student in school." The wooded masked hero inquired of the bespectacled teenager curiously.
"Just a bloke who wants to stay out of trouble. Now, if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be." Harry announced, lifting his wand.
With one loud pop, Harry apparated out of the area, shocking the masked hero and bystanders, watching this unfold with expressions of awe.
Even in a new world, it seems The Boy Who Lived title continued to follow Harry, even when he wanted to do the right thing, fame was one thing Harry could never escape from.
Toshinori Yagi saw the whole spectacle that just occurred in front of his gaunt eyes. What a sight that was. All because he couldn't activate his quirk to save these two young men.
That vigilante. Who was that young man in the dark hood? More importantly, did he have more than just one quirk? Did this young vigilante have multiple quirks? It couldn't be. It… Could it be maybe All For… No.
That mad bastard was far past his prime like him. The last time he saw, he delivered an injury on his facial appearance, causing the villain to lose his eyesight.
Toshinori knew it couldn't have been him. A successor maybe? But then, why, why would this unknown vigilante risk his life for a bunch of kids he didn't recognize?
What caught the Symbol of Peace's interest was that the man in the dark hood didn't stick around too long between the reporters and other heroes.
Mainly because most of the motives came from vigilantes, they do it for fame and attention. Showing off their quirks in public and making a name for themselves for the whole news to see.
But this kid… This kid just did what he needed to do and that was it. This young man not only saved two innocent children but in one situation proved to be a more capable hero than most pro-heroes in this current generation.
Toshinori knew that if he found the kid and asked him questions, maybe, just maybe, he could have a worthy contender for One For All.
But then again, who's to say? Toshinori didn't even know the real identity of this vigilante. It did give him an idea, however.
He was going to make a phone call to a close friend to help him.
Before Toshinori could grab his cell, he heard a noise in the distance. It was Kamui Woods lecturing the green-haired boy he saw not too long ago.
"Young man, while brave, it was an extremely reckless action you have done." The pro-hero gently scolded the green-haired teen as he began to scratch his head out of remorse.
Toshinori remembered the words of that young man he encountered on the roof. "Can… Can someone… like me… be a hero, even without a quirk?"
Someone like him… Risking his life for another one. Toshinori's eyes widened at the sudden realization.
Has he found a successor?
Before he could have a chance to speak with the boy, he had to make a personal call first.
It was time to call an old friend.
Taking out his cell phone, Toshinori dialed the number and waited until someone responded. "Hey, Aizawa-san. Sorry to wake you up." Toshinori apologized while scratching his head.
"Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. But first, let me ask you a question. Are you home right now?" Toshinori asked.
A muffled sound was heard through Toshinori's phone. "Good. Turn on the T.V. and see what the current news is."
Sounds could be made, coming from his cell phone. Most likely to be heard as grunts.
"Okay, are you on the same channel? Okay, are you now?" Toshinori asked. "Okay, are you? Oh good, what do you see?"
A deep, exhausted voice was heard over Toshinori, causing the number one hero to sigh in relief. "Yeah, this happened just now. No, it wasn't me. It was a vigilante." Toshinori confessed the truth.
"Aizawa, have you ever heard of a person that can use multiple quirks at once?"
Suddenly, the phone on the other line became silent. This was going to be one hell of a conversation.
Later, Harry arrived in a dark alleyway, hiding from the attention he should be used to at this point.
"Bloody hell… That's the last time I go into a warzone without strategizing." Harry exasperated, took off his dark hood and placed on a more comfortable sweater to wear. Mrs. Weasley still had her ways to show the young wizard, he was a part of the family.
"Well then, better find a place for tonight I suppose. But I'd better forget sleeping at a comfortable hotel once more. Goodbye continental breakfast meals, you shall be missed." Harry meant with sincere.
Walking out of the dark alleyway, Harry kept his mokeskin bag and his wand safely tucked away in his pocket.
While walking, the sound of a television near him played, catching the raven-haired Gryffindor's attention. An anchorman was shown on a news station.
"Earlier today, an accident broke out due to an insane villain holding a young teenager hostage. A villain with a slime quirk held the boy hostage with none of the pro-heroes able to intervene due to the situation. Not only that but a boy with green hair attempted to rescue the hostage, surprising everyone in the area but to no avail. The villain with the slime quirk attempted to attack the boy for his brave actions. However, before the villain could get a chance to strike, a vigilante appeared, saving the boy with some kind of teleportation quirk."
Harry's eyes widened after seeing this on the television. Thankfully, he can understand it clearly this time.
"The vigilante in the dark hood returned to the situation, confronting the villain once again, only this time, it would appear he had more tricks on his sleeve. This time, he held up some kind of stick, shooting out some kind of flashes, seemingly harming the villain. He, fortunately, was able to rescue the hostage and teleported him out of harm's way. The vigilante returned once more to finish the job, this time, he continued to show more of his power by performing some kind of pyrokinesis quirk. The villain caught on fire, rolling around on the street. The vigilante with the dark hood shot out an explosion from his stick, blowing up the villain into smithereens. After this, the vigilante was questioned by authorities but before even could get a chance to question his motives, the vigilante disappeared from the area completely."
Harry groaned, knowing this was too good to be true. They were already talking about him. Of course, this couldn't get any worse.
"We do have a few words from a couple of witnesses as the scene unfolds."
"Oh, man! He shot out some kind of fire from his hand, lighting that thing on fire. It was like watching Endeavor but it was a vigilante that beat him to the punch… Or should I say, lighter…"
The whole crowd went silent. Harry surprisingly heard worst before. The Triwizard Tournament anyone?
"He teleported everywhere! He and the boy were there and the next thing you know, they were gone completely! He was like a magician!"
"I'm telling you, he has multiple quirks! Do you think any pros could take him down?! He could just disappear in a heartbeat and you wouldn't even notice!"
"The way he was waving that stick. It looked like he was performing tricks. Deadly tricks since he killed that villain… by blowing him into pieces. It… It was like watching a live magic show."
Pro-heroes and authorities are on the lookout for this vigilante, presumably, he's a high risk out there. A name was put out for this vigilante due to some of the commendations of his abilities. The Magician is what the authorities have been calling him. Be on the lookout for this hooded vigilante, details are forthcoming."
Harry cursed under his breath, knowing the damn Potter Luck could strike him down in other worlds. At least no one knew he was Harry Potter and… Wait… What did they call him?
Was he seriously some kind of costumed vigilante? Did that mean he was already an outlaw?
Well, that was what he needed. A warm welcome. And what better way for a warm welcome than a bunch of costumed maniacs pursuing you for doing the right thing?
In one summary, Harry described one word coming from his thoughts.
"Bollocks."
And with that, Harry Potter knew his life could indeed get more bizarre because honestly, where's the fun without it?
It's a gift… and a curse at the same, exact time.
AN: Hello Everyone! Welcome to my first Harry Potter X-Over! I hope you guys enjoyed this first installment and look forward to more.
For continuity purposes, this takes place a few days after The Battle Of Hogwarts where Voldemort somehow takes over the school and it leads to the war expanding throughout the rest of The Wizarding World.
He and Harry get sent through the MHA Universe due to a Horcrux ritual going wrong. Harry in this story will get stronger and become more used to his magic than his canon self with a skilled moveset of spells.
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