It was a week later when Yarrow got bored fighting criminals in both the muggle and the wizarding worlds, so he decided to go back to Hogwarts. It was morning and he only knew where the Great Hall was, so he teleported (a technique which he learned by the Supreme Kai, the one Whis uses is only for grand entrances) inside with a loud *POP*.
"Bloody hell!" a student with yellow trimmings in his robes exclaimed when Yarrow suddenly appeared in front of him. He was not the only one though, as the rest of the Hufflepuff table started when they saw the man appear so suddenly in their midst.
"Hello again!" Yarrow said, waving his hand to the people around them. Dumbledore immediately went to meet him, as he had planned for him to get some answers when that idiot Karkaroff pissed the man off and he left, before the Headmaster got a chance to offer him a place to stay.
"Good morning Mr. Yarrow." Dumbledore said to the muscular man. "I was hoping that I could speak to you. Could you meet me in my office?" he inquired calmly, hoping that the man would agree.
"I don't see why not. When do you want me to come?" Yarrow asked, preparing not to answer the questions he was sure to be asked.
"I believe 30 minutes from now will be an excellent time." Dumbledore replied.
"Ok I will see you then!" Yarrow said, before going out of the Great Hall and into the grounds.
'He hasn't even asked where it is. Oh well, I will send Minerva to go and fetch him.' Dumbledore thought, while going back to the Head Table to finish his breakfast and make a mental list of what to ask the young man.
Yarrow was taking a stroll outside, marveling about the amount of ki in the air. The place was oozing ki, especially the large forest in the side of a big lake. He was also sensing some sentient lifeforce coming from inside the lake and he went closer to examine it. Just before he reached the lake, he saw a big rock with a student lying in its base. Yarrow recognized him as the little guy who was standing with two other people when he arrived.
'He must be one of the other champions.', he thought as he approached him, but he did not seem to notice him.
"Hello! Who are you?" Yarrow asked, while the teen jumped from the sudden voice.
"Gaah! When did you get here? I didn't even hear you!" Harry exclaimed, but then he remembered the lightshow this strange man put in the Great Hall one week ago and he blanched.
"Mind if I sit?" Yarrow replied cheerfully.
"Uh, uhm, of course!" Harry said, still fearful of the man, as he scooted over so that the other man could also sit with his back against the rock.
"Thanks!" Yarrow said, ignoring his movement and sitting down cross legged.
"So, what's your name?" Yarrow asked the teen.
"Harry Potter." Harry replied while unconsciously smoothing his hair over his famous scar. "What's your name? The headmaster couldn't read it when your paper came out."
"My name is Yarrow! What paper?" Yarrow replied.
"The one that came out of the Goblet." Harry said.
"What Goblet?" he asked again.
"Uh, the Goblet of Fire? The ancient magical artifact that decides who will participate in the Tri-Wizard Tournament?" Harry asked, a little bit perplexed. 'How can't this guy know about the Goblet? How did he enter his name inside?' he thought a little bit confused.
"Uhh, it doesn't ring any bells. Oh wait! It's the Goblet Mr. Dumbledore was talking about, wasn't it?" Yarrow said, putting a hand under his chin while thinking.
"Yes." Harry confirmed. "So, how did you enter your name in the Goblet?" Harry asked, but he had a feeling that the strange man did not put his name in.
"Can you keep a secret?" Yarrow said and leant closer to Harry's ear, while Harry also leaned in, albeit unconsciously.
"I didn't." he said and leant back again.
"What?" Harry stuttered. "I thought you would tell me how!" he said looking a little bit perplexed.
"Yeah, well, I didn't even know that this place existed. Alternate reality you know? Someone would think that the big ass green vortex would make someone doubt that I put my name in the whatever." Yarrow replied, looking at the lake.
"Oh… "Harry replied, thinking that the man was correct. Suddenly, Yarrow's face lightened, and he looked excited.
"Say, you are one of the other champions." He stated.
"Yes…" Harry said, not sure where the conversation was going.
"Stop interrupting! It was not a question. And the Goblet thingy picked only the best from each school." Yarrow stated again. Instead of replying verbally, Harry just nodded.
"And it picked you, out of more or less a thousand students…" He continued, wondering when Harry would finally get it.
"Mhm…" Harry replied, squinting at the man, wondering why he was asking – sorry, stating- these things.
"Sooo, that means you are super strong! Wanna spar?" Yarrow said, a glint appearing in his eye and his mouth stretched in a smile from being excited about a possible fight.
"Spar? Like, a duel?" Harry said, somewhat dumbstruck. 'So that's why he was asking these things!' he thought.
"Nope. Like a fight!" Yarrow said, leaning in Harry's personal space, staring into his eyes with an excited expression.
"Uh, I don't think I can handle you mister." Harry replied, while trying to lean back from the slightly deranged young man. His expression was starting to scare the young boy.
"Are you sure?" Yarrow inquired, while leaning back with a frown on his face. "We would have SO much fun! Besides, it must mean something that this thing picked you from 1000 other students. So, you must be strong!" he continued, his face lighting up again. Surely, his argument was going to persuade the boy!
"I'm sorry Mr. Yarrow, I don't think I'm strong enough to fight you." Harry said and the man leaned back once more, while muttering something awfully similar to "pussy", which made Harry kinda angry.
Yarrow stared at the boy. To say the truth, his ki levels average for a human, but that meant nothing, as he could just hide his power level. While it was true that, even though you can suppress your power level, it can not go below a certain amount, it could be different here. It was a different dimension after all.
"So…" Yarrow sighed. "I don't believe that you aren't something special. Otherwise, that goblet wouldn't choose you as a champion, so…" He stated, before he was interrupted by the boy.
"I'm just Harry, sir." He said.
"For the love of- stop interrupting me!" Yarrow shouted. "It is very rude!" he chided Harry, who was taken aback from the being's tone of voice and stared at him wide-eyed. "Now, were, was I?", Yarrow thought aloud, taking in a breath through his nose and closing his eyes. "Ah, right. So, I want you, to punch me, as hard as you can." He said, while staring intently at Harry, catching him off-guard.
"Excuse me, what?" Harry burst out and Yarrow rolled his eyes at his answer.
"I said, I want you to punch me, as hard as you can." He reiterated. "Seriously, it's not that hard of a concept!" he scoffed.
"But why?" Harry inquired "Why would you want me to punch you?"
"Well, it's simple. If you punch me while not holding back, then I will be able to gauge your power level and figure out if this tournament is worth it." He retorted, like it was the simplest thing in the world. Harry looked thoughtful for a while, before sighing.
"Okay" he said. Taking some breaths to steady himself, he stood up at the same time as Yarrow and charged him, hitting him square in the jaw.
*Crunch*
Harry's knuckles were broken, and he let out a howl of pain, while Yarrow was looking at him with a disappointed expression.
"Bloody hell! This hurts!" Harry exclaimed. Yarrow rolled his eyes and grabbed the injured hand, while the teenager let out a hissing sound. Before he could take his hand away from him and curse him from grabbing his injured appendage, his hand glowed yellow, and the pain receded.
"I fixed it. Wimp." Yarrow sighed, disappointment rolling from him in waves. If this were one of the strongest the school could produce, the tournament was bound to be extremely boring for the young Saiyan. 'Pity… And I was really excited, too' he lamented in his thoughts.
"Why didn't you say that your face would be harder than rock!?" Harry shouted at the man in front of him, who was looking disappointed, for some reason.
"How the fuck was I supposed to know that you are such a weakling?" he argued back.
"Weakling? I'm a wizard, you bloody idiot! I'm not supposed to punch people! I'm supposed to throw spells at them!" Harry bellowed, angry about the insult.
"Aah, so that's why you are such a wimp." Yarrow said, his face lit with realization. "Ok, then Mr. Wizard, show me what you can do! Throw your strongest spell at me!" Yarrow exclaimed.
Before Harry could think this through, he sent the strongest blasting curse he knew at the man. When the spell was halfway through them, Harry's eyes widened with the realization of what he did and seeing that Yarrow wasn't trying to evade the spell he shouted "Dodge it you daft-". And that's when the spell collided with its specified target, and the man was thrown 10 meters into the lake.
"What have I done! The spell would be lethal!" Harry panicked, while trying to figure out how to get the man out of the lake and find some help. Before his mind settled in a plan, Yarrow rose above the lake and flew towards him.
"Well, that wasn't bad! Even though my grandmother hits harder than this, it was still a… decent effort." Yarrow said nonchalantly, flaring his aura to get himself dry, while Harry staggered back, his eyes wide and his mouth wide open.
"Wh-What are you?" he shivered, while ignoring the jab, as the man landed in front of him.
"A Saiyan…" Yarrow drawled.
"You should be dead! A blast from that distance should kill you!" Harry stated, with a tinge of fear in his voice.
"Yeah, right." Yarrow scoffed. "If that little spell of yours was capable of killing me, I would be dead a long time ago." He retorted.
"Just how strong are you?" Harry inquired.
"I get by." Was the reply, before Yarrow continued. "Oh, I'm gonna be late for my meeting with the Headmaster. I better get going!" Yarrow said with a bored expression on his face.
"Do you even know the w- " and before Harry would even finish his sentence, Yarrow disappeared.
Dumbledore sat at his office, thinking about the new enigma that graced the halls of the school. He was about to tell Minerva to go fetch him, but he could not even form a patronus before said young man teleported inside his office.
"Hello there!" Yarrow said, looking unconcerned that the Headmaster had pointed his wand directly at his chest.
While Dumbledore was taking a breath to calm down and lower his wand, Yarrow was busy looking at the office.
The office was packed with various knickknacks, which spinned and puffed smoke. There were also huge bookcases filled with ancient looking books. A big red bird was seated next to a window looking at him inquisitively. Yarrow had an odd feeling coming from this bird. Its ki was peculiar. He paid it no mind for now, looking at the magnificent view outside of the office window. He was interrupted as someone cleared his throat.
"Hello again, please take a seat." Dumbledore said as Yarrow was moving to sit in one of the empty chairs in front of the office. After the offering for a seat, he paused, not knowing where to go next. The man had apparated inside Hogwarts - twice! Only the Headmaster of the school was able to do that. He had so many questions… Thinking of where to start, he decided that the beginning was the best.
"So, Mr. Yarrow, did you put your name inside the goblet of fire?" he inquired, peering at the man behind his half-moon glasses.
"You know, you are the second one today who asked me that." Yarrow tutted. "I don't know if you noticed, but I was spitted out of a big ass green vortex. So, do you think I put my name in your goblet?" Yarrow snarked, looking the old man in the eyes.
"You are right. It was a daft question from my part, but I used it to… get the ball rolling, I think the phrase goes. So, it is quite obvious that you didn't enter your name in the goblet. Do you know why it came out?" he asked, while he leaned backwards.
"Nope, no idea. There I was, enjoying an ice cream, when I felt a noose tightening around my neck. Next thing I knew, I was flying through a green vortex, wondering if there would be strong people for me to fight in the reality I was heading to." Yarrow responded. "As to who would put my name in your cup, I haven't got a clue." He added.
"I see." Dumbledore said and then leaned forward, his arms resting in his desk, while he steepled his fingers and pinned Yarrow with a hard stare. "Are you here to start trouble, Mr. Yarrow? Your comment about finding someone strong to fight doesn't come off as peaceful." He asked calmly.
"Trouble? As if!" Yarrow scoffed. "There is literally no one in this planet that could give me a proper challenge! Everyone is too weak! I hoped that there would be someone I could go up against, to test myself, but there is literally no one, not here, not in any other planet!" he fumed. "I met your champion. If this is the best this school could offer, then even the tournament will be a disappointment!" Yarrow ranted.
"Harry Potter is one of the best people I know. It would be wise if you didn't insult him in front of me." Dumbledore let the threat hang in the air.
"I'm not saying that he isn't." Yarrow replied, rolling his eyes and ignoring the threat. "All I'm saying is that compared to me he is a weakling! That's why I'm saying that this competition will be a disappointment." he exclaimed. He was truly dismayed. At first, he thought the tournament would be awesome. Now it is shaping to be a monumental waste of time, at least in the young Saiyan's eyes.
"People have died in this tournament, Mr. Yarrow." Dumbledore informed Yarrow, eyeing the young man seriously.
"These people were not Saiyans." He retorted, staring back at him. "Is there anything else, Mr. Dumbledore?" Yarrow asked, as he turned his attention to the headmaster again.
"Two more things, actually. The first is an offer to provide you accommodations. I do not know where you lived in the past week, but feel free to stay here. The second concerns the tournament. There will be a ceremony, the weighing of the wands. A traditional ceremony where the champions get their wands checked and a meeting with the press is arranged. It is scheduled in one week from now, at 11 o' clock and your presence is mandatory." Albus stated.
"Yes, I accept your offer of accommodations, but I don't have a wand for the ceremony." Yarrow said to the wizened man.
"I don't think it will be a problem. Hagrid, our Care of Magical Creatures professor, will escort you to Mr. Ollivander in two days, where you can buy a wand." Dumbledore replied.
"I don't need a wand though." Yarrow said, confused.
"It will be mandatory for the first task. That does not mean you have to use it though. If that is all, I will ask a house elf to get your accommodations ready." Dumbledore informed the young man.
"Well, first of all thank you." Yarrow replied sincerely. While he did not have a problem sleeping in the wild, a warm bed would be much more comfortable. "Although, I do have two more questions." He continued.
"Please, feel free to ask." Dumbledore replied with a nod of his head.
"Do you have a room where I can train? It needs to be sturdy and I want to modify it a little bit." Yarrow asked.
"Well, I think it is possible to find a room where you can train in. What kind of modifications you have in mind?" Dumbledore answered.
"Hmm, I was thinking of at least modifying the gravity inside the room. Is it possible with magic?" Yarrow inquired.
"I believe that it is possible to alter the gravity using runes, but what other modifications do you have in mind?" Dumbledore probed.
"Well, I was thinking of strengthening the walls and altering the temperature, the pressure and the time inside the room." Yarrow said, adopting a thinking expression.
"You will find that most of the things you asked are possible with magic, but you will need to speak with our runes professor for that." Dumbledore explained. "If you are agreeable, a meeting in the near future with her would be ideal.
"That would be perfect! Thank you!"
"If that is all, Bixby!" the headmaster called. A *POP* sound was heard, and a weird creature appeared in the room. Yarrow was surprised. The creature did not remind him of a race he had seen already. And he had seen a lot of races, being a Time Patroller.
"Professor Headmaster asked for Bixby, sir?" The creature asked in a squeaky voice.
"Yes Bixby. Please escort Mr. Yarrow to a guest room and see to his needs, while he stays here please." Dumbledore asked from the young elf then turned his head to the muscled man.
"You are free to join us in the Great Hall for the meals. If you are not inclined to do so, however, you can ask for Bixby so she can provide you with some food in your personal quarters." Albus said genially to the young man.
"Well, thanks again. Goodbye!" Yarrow said and followed Bixby out of the room.
When the door closed behind the man, Dumbledore frowned. 'I wanted to ask more questions, but it seems that I got distracted from the comment concerning Harry and the question about the training room. Well, if he is staying here, then I'm sure that I will find a lot of opportunities to make my inquiries about his reality.' He thought.
Meanwhile, Yarrow smiled internally while he was following the small elf along the corridors. Although he was still annoyed about the tournament, he thought that the headmaster only got to ask 2 questions! His plan to be mysterious in this universe was off to a good start!