The Saiyan and the Sorcerer

by Ryukofan2k16

In 1981, Dr. Gero and Voldemort conduct a dark experiment—combining Goku’s Saiyan DNA, Voldemort’s dark magic-infused blood, and Veela lineage to create the ultimate warrior: Delphi Malfoy. Twelve years later, Gohan arrives at Hogwarts, meeting Harry, Ron, and Delphi, but his Saiyan instincts warn him—Delphi is more than she appears, and her true purpose remains unknown.

Dragon Ball Z x Harry Potter

The Saiyan and the Sorcerer

Japan, North City (Northern Mountain) 1981

The dead of night enveloped the dimly lit laboratory, where the faint hum of machinery filled the air. Flickering monitors cast an eerie glow over the cluttered workspace, their screens displaying cryptic equations and genetic sequences. The sharp scent of chemicals lingered, blending with the metallic tang of exposed wires and cooling metal.

Dr. Gero moved methodically, his old notebook in hand, scribbling down notes in a tight, precise script. His worn lab coat dragged slightly as he paced, deep in thought, when—

A sound.

He froze. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he turned.

A figure stood in the shadows.

At first, he thought he was alone. But then, as if the darkness itself had whispered him into existence, he emerged.

"I didn't expect you to come here," Dr. Gero murmured, adjusting his glasses, his voice betraying a hint of unease.

The man before him remained silent, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. Then, in a flicker of movement too fast to process, he was suddenly inches from Gero's face.

"Muggle," Voldemort hissed, his fingers brushing against the scientist's throat like a promise of death.

Dr. Gero remained still. He had expected danger, but not so soon.

"Where is my weapon?" Voldemort demanded, his voice laced with venom.

Dr. Gero's expression didn't waver. Instead, he took a measured breath. "Yes, your weapon…"

Without another word, he turned on his heel and led Voldemort deeper into the lab. The dim glow of the monitors barely illuminated the sterile white walls, but the air felt thick with unspoken expectations.

Then, they reached it.

A chamber, filled with cold mist, cables running to and from the machinery keeping its occupant alive. Inside, bathed in an unnatural green light, was a baby.

Voldemort's lips curled into a sneer. His wand twitched slightly before he swiped his hand outward, shattering a nearby console in an explosion of sparks and debris.

"Do you call this a weapon?" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the lab.

Dr. Gero, unflinching, gestured toward another part of the room. There, motionless on examination tables, lay two unconscious children—twins.

"I helped you kidnap these two," Voldemort stated, his tone unreadable. Then his expression darkened. "If you don't give me a reason *now, I will kill them."

Dr. Gero, ever the calculating scientist, remained composed. "You don't need to kill them," he assured. "You're curious about why I created this child, aren't you?"

Voldemort's eyes flickered back to the infant, as if daring Gero to give a satisfactory answer.

"We both share the same enemy," Dr. Gero continued. He strode toward the chamber and activated a monitor. A sequence of genetic markers flashed across the screen.

"Goku is a force that neither of us can defeat alone. He is a warrior beyond human limits—a god among mortals," Dr. Gero explained, voice steady. "But… what if we could turn his own power against him?"

The screen zoomed in on the child's genetic composition.

"This child possesses three sets of DNA. One from Goku. The second from *you*. And the third… from a Veela."

Voldemort's gaze sharpened. "A Veela?" he echoed.

Dr. Gero smirked, eyes gleaming with scientific fervor.

"The perfect combination," he declared. "The ultimate weapon to *destroy Goku.*"

Voldemort studied the child in silence. Then, after a moment, he raised his wand and leveled it at Gero.

"If this *weapon* fails, I will return," he said, his voice deathly cold. "And I will make you suffer in ways you cannot comprehend."

Dr. Gero remained unshaken. "Don't worry. She will be a useful tool for you."

"She better be," Voldemort muttered. His grip on his wand relaxed slightly.

"Bellatrix will come to collect the child soon," he added.

Then, he turned, his cloak swirling as he walked away. Just before disappearing into the darkness, he glanced back one last time.

"I have other matters to attend to," Voldemort said smoothly. "I have *Potters* to kill."

And with that, he vanished.

Dr. Gero stood motionless, his eyes gleaming with something sinister.

He turned toward the unconscious twins, a slow smile creeping across his lips.

"I can't wait to evolve you two…" he whispered, his laughter echoing through the cold, sterile lab.

Twelve years later (1991)

Japan , Mountain Paozu

Goku residence

The morning sun cast a soft glow through the window as Gohan tossed and turned in his sleep. His face contorted with distress, and suddenly, he bolted upright, a scream escaping his lips.

The door flew open In an instant.

"Gohan! Are you okay?" Chichi rushed in, her face filled with worry. She gasped when she saw him trembling, his breath uneven.

Gohan ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself.

"I'm okay… I just had a nightmare," he muttered, still shaken.

Chichi knelt beside him, her brows furrowed with concern.

"Are you sure? You've been having the same nightmare ever since your father died," she said softly.

Gohan averted his gaze.

"Mom… I'm fine. I just need to focus on my studies," he insisted. Without another word, he stood up, walked over to his desk, and grabbed a book. As he flipped through the pages, his mother watched him, noticing the lingering sadness in his eyes.

Chichi sighed as she left the room. She knew Gohan was burying himself in his studies to cope, but she couldn't let him isolate himself like this.

Downstairs, she sat at the dining table, feeding little Goten. The baby gurgled happily, oblivious to the worries weighing on his mother's mind.

I need to do something for Gohan… I can't just leave him alone, buried in his books, she thought.

She spooned another bite into Goten's mouth.

Maybe sending him to public school would help. He needs to interact with kids his own age, she mused.

Just then, a knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Frowning, she stood and walked to the entrance. As she opened it, she was met with the sight of an old man, his long silver beard flowing down his chest, dressed in deep blue robes. His bright eyes twinkled as he gazed at her with a knowing smile.

"Good morning, Chichi," the man greeted politely.

She eyed him warily.

"Who are you?" she asked, her grip on the door tightening slightly.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he introduced himself, his voice calm and reassuring.

Chichi's brow furrowed.

"Hogwarts? And what do you want with my son?" she asked cautiously.

Dumbledore's expression remained warm.

"I've come to extend an invitation for Gohan to attend Hogwarts," he said.

Chichi crossed her arms.

"Hogwarts…? Where exactly is that?" she questioned.

"It is located in Scotland," Dumbledore answered.

Chichi's eyes widened slightly.

"You want me to send my son all the way to Europe?" she asked incredulously.

She stepped back into the house and sat down, thinking over the proposal.

"My son can attend Mahoutokoro instead," she argued. "It's the famous wizarding school in Japan."

Dumbledore nodded in understanding.

"Yes, Mahoutokoro is indeed well-respected," he acknowledged.

"Yes, but unfortunately, enrollment there is very strict. At this point, Hogwarts would be a much better fit," Dumbledore reasoned.

"More importantly, it would provide Gohan with a safe environment where he can meet new people and heal from the loss he endured at the Cell Games."

Chichi stiffened.

"Wait… how do you know about the Cell Games?" she demanded, her voice laced with suspicion.

Dumbledore remained composed.

"Do not worry, Chichi. Only the highest-ranking members of the wizarding government and those in significant positions are aware of your son's power—and that of his friends," he assured her.

Chichi was silent, her eyes searching his face for deception. She found none.

Dumbledore's expression softened.

"I promise you, Gohan will have new opportunities at Hogwarts," he said. "Let him embark on a new journey—one that will help him grow."

Chichi hesitated, glancing toward the staircase where Gohan's room was. After a long pause, she sighed.

"Alright… I'll call him," she finally agreed.

Dumbledore smiled kindly and stepped further inside. He took a seat beside baby Goten, who had been watching him curiously the entire time. The child blinked up at the wizard, his tiny mouth slightly open in fascination.

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Well, aren't you a curious little one?" he mused, his twinkling eyes focused on the youngest Son.

Gohan walked toward the old man, sensing his energy the moment he entered the room. Dumbledore, who had been seated, turned and stood up gracefully.

"Hello, Gohan," Dumbledore greeted, his voice warm and composed.

Gohan hesitated before responding.

"Hello… My mother already told me what's going on," he said. His tone was polite but cautious.

Dumbledore nodded.

"You know I'm not a wizard," Gohan added firmly.

Dumbledore took a step closer, his gaze gentle but unwavering.

"Gohan, I know you might be a bit confused… but you are a wizard," he said.

Gohan frowned.

"That doesn't make sense," he muttered.

Dumbledore smiled knowingly.

"You've probably wondered why you have such immense potential for power," he said.

Gohan nodded slowly.

"Since your mother is a witch, you were naturally born with magical abilities," Dumbledore explained. "However, they remained dormant—until last year, during your battle against Cell."

Gohan's expression darkened slightly at the mention of that fight.

"When you turned eleven, your body was pushed beyond its limits, and in doing so, your magical energy was awakened," Dumbledore continued. "It amplified your strength during the battle against Cell."

Gohan's eyes widened slightly.

"Could that really be true? Had his magical energy unknowingly contributed to his transformation into Super Saiyan 2?" Gohan thought.

"I don't know…" Gohan murmured, looking away. His gaze fell on his mother, who was watching him with an encouraging expression. "I don't want to leave my mom alone. She has to take care of my little brother by herself."

Chichi smiled softly and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Son, I'll be okay," she assured him. "Your grandfather is coming over to help. Why don't you take this opportunity to make some new friends?"

Gohan looked at her, uncertainty still lingering in his expression. But after a brief moment of silence, he nodded.

"Alright," he said, determination settling in. "I'll go to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore gave him an approving nod. With a simple motion of his hand, a glowing map appeared in midair.

"I want you to go to this location," Dumbledore instructed, pointing at the marked destination. "There, you will meet two people. Be sure to arrive by tomorrow morning."

Gohan studied the map, committing the directions to memory before nodding.

Dumbledore smiled.

"It was a pleasure meeting you all," he said, stepping back. "But I must return to Hogwarts—I have an important meeting to attend."

"Goodbye," Gohan said respectfully.

Dumbledore gave one final nod before disappearing in a swirl of magic.

The moment he vanished, Chichi rushed to Gohan, showering him with multiple kisses on the cheek.

"I'm so proud of you!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I can't wait to tell Bulma!"

Before Gohan could respond, she practically ran into the living room to call her friend.

Left alone for a moment, Gohan turned toward the window, looking out at the bright sky.

"Hogwarts…" he murmured, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Unknown location

The dark forest trembled as thunderous crashes echoed through the trees. Splintered wood and dirt exploded into the air as four massive trolls swung their gargantuan wooden clubs, attempting to crush the lone girl standing defiantly in the clearing.

The small, battle-scarred warrior barely flinched. She twisted and weaved through their attacks, a blur of speed and raw power, her golden hair whipping wildly in the air. The moment a club came hurtling toward her, she disappeared vanishing midair only to reappear at the troll's side, her eyes glowing with merciless intent.

A sharp hum of energy crackled around her hand as golden Ki condensed into a razor-sharp blade, its edges burning with deadly force.

In one swift,brutal motion, she *slashed the first troll's throat wide open. Blood gushed like a fountain, thick and steaming in the cold night air, painting the ground a deep crimson. The massive creature staggered, clutching its neck, choking on its own lifeblood before collapsing with a sickening thud.

The remaining three trolls roared in fury, their rage shaking the earth beneath them. They charged, weapons raised high, their monstrous footsteps crushing the ground into dust.

Delphi grinned.

One of them swung at her in blind rage. She ducked, narrowly avoiding the club, and leaped into the air, launching herself straight toward her next target. As she soared, she twisted midair, slashing downward.

The Ki blade sank deep into the second troll's arm. Flesh and bone severed instantly as the limb was sliced clean off, blood spraying across Delphi's face and clothes. The troll let out an agonized scream, staggering backward, clutching its mutilated stump.

Delphi didn't hesitate.

With a vicious, lightning-fast strike, she plunged her blade straight into its chest, twisting the Ki weapon inside the wound. The troll howled in agony, its yellow eyes rolling back as it collapsed in a lifeless heap, blood pooling beneath its twitching corpse.

The third troll, its face contorted in rage, swung wildly. This time, Delphi didn't dodge—she caught the club mid-swing, her small fingers tightening around the massive wooden weapon. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, but Delphi stood completely unfazed.

The troll's expression twisted in horror as it realized the truth.

She was stronger. Far stronger.

With a single, earth-shattering grip, Delphi crushed the club in her hands, the wood shattering into a thousand splinters. Before the troll could react, she lunged—thrusting her hand straight into its gut.

Her fingers pierced through flesh and muscle, ripping through organs, until they burst through its spine. The troll gasped, its body convulsing as blood oozed from its mouth.

She ripped her hand free, dragging out a handful of wet, twitching entrails.

The troll collapsed in a grotesque heap, its body spasming before going completely still.

The final troll stood frozen in fear. Its massive body trembled as it took a single step backward, then another—then it turned and ran, crashing through trees, desperate to escape.

Delphi watched with amusement, tilting her head.

"Pathetic," she murmured.

Raising her palm, blue energy began to surge and swirl between her fingers, crackling violently with destructive power.

She pulled her hands back, feeling the raw surge of Ki rippling through her body. The energy burned the air around her, warping the very space around her fingertips.

"Kamehameha!!!" she screamed, thrusting her hands forward.

A colossalv beam of energy erupted from her palms, illuminating the entire forest with an unholy light.

The troll never stood a chance.

The blast engulfed its entire body, flesh melting instantly as its skeleton turned to dust. The ground beneath the impact erupted in a fiery explosion, leaving nothing behind but a scorched crater where the troll had once stood.

Delphi exhaled, lowering her smoking hands. The battlefield around her was now a graveyard of giant, mutilated corpses, blood soaking the soil, the stench of death heavy in the air.

She reached for her backpack, pulled out a bottle of water, and took a slow sip.

A voice called out from the shadows.

"Delphi! Come over here."

She turned toward the figure an old man, his expression unreadable.

Her long, spiky blonde hair caught the moonlight as she walked toward him, her Saiyan tail swaying behind her*.

"It looks like you did a good job killing those disgusting trolls," the old man said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Delphi wiped a streak of blood from her cheek, her eyes burning with a dangerous gleam.

"It was too easy," she said.

The old man's gaze flickered down to her tail, which still swung freely.

"Hide it," he ordered.

Delphi gritted her teeth but obeyed, wrapping her tail around her waist and tucking it beneath her shirt.

"We don't need people finding out that you're Goku's daughter," the old man muttered.

She simply nodded, her smirk returning.

"Tomorrow, you leave for King's Cross Station. You'll board the train to Hogwarts," the old man continued.

Delphi's fingers clenched into tight fists, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"So that means… the plan finally begins," she murmured.

"Yes," the old man confirmed. His eyes darkened. "And you better not fail."

Delphi smirked, her golden eyes gleaming.

"I won't fail my mission."

"Good. Let's go—we need to make sure you're ready for tomorrow."

The old man extended his arm. Delphi grabbed hold.

And with a crackling burst of energy, they vanished disappearing into the shadows of the night.

Wiltshire, England.

Malfoy Manor

A soft crack echoed through the grand hall as Delphi appeared in the center of a luxurious mansion, her boots pressing lightly against the pristine marble floor. The towering pillars and intricate chandeliers reflected the opulence of the home, yet Delphi remained unmoved by the grandeur.

Her attention quickly shifted as a tall, elegant woman approached her, her icy-blue eyes studying Delphi's disheveled state.

"Hello, Mother," Delphi greeted smoothly, her voice betraying no emotion.

"Hello," Narcissa Malfoy replied, her gaze flickering over the dried blood splattered on Delphi's clothes, arms, and face. "It seems you've been spending most of your time… training."

With a mere flick of her wand, all traces of blood vanished, leaving Delphi's attire spotless.

"Your father wishes to speak with you," Narcissa stated simply. "Come. Let's not keep him waiting."

Delphi nodded without hesitation, following Narcissa as they walked through the lavish halls of the Malfoy Manor.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open as Delphi stepped into the vast Malfoy library. Towering bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient, forbidden tomes, each containing secrets of dark magic and wizarding history.

At the grand desk in the center of the room, Lucius Malfoy sat, flipping through the pages of an old book. As they entered, he closed the tome and lifted his gaze to Delphi, his expression unreadable.

Delphi moved toward the desk and sat down across from him, her posture straight and composed.

Lucius studied her for a moment before speaking.

"Tomorrow marks the beginning of the Grand Plan," he said smoothly, his voice laced with quiet authority. "You need to ensure the first step is executed flawlessly."

Delphi met his gaze without hesitation.

"You don't need to worry about the plan," she said calmly.

Lucius leaned back slightly in his chair, running a finger along the snake-shaped handle of his cane.

"You know… the day I adopted you into this family was the day the Grand Plan truly began," he mused.

"If our plan succeeds, we will rise higher than anyone in the wizarding world. After all, we are the ones raising the daughter of the Dark Lord himself."

Delphi nodded, completely unfazed. "I know."

Lucius smiled approvingly.

"Good," he said. "The house-elves have already gathered your school materials, so there is no need for you to go shopping."

"You will most likely meet your target at King's Cross Station," he added, his gaze sharp as he studied her reaction.

Delphi merely nodded, fully prepared for her mission.

However, before Lucius could continue, a loud growl echoed through the room.

Delphi's stomach.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, while Narcissa stifled a small chuckle.

"You may go," Lucius said, waving his hand dismissively. "Tell the house-elves to prepare you something to eat."

Delphi nodded, standing up and leaving the office without another word.

As soon as the door closed behind Delphi, Narcissa turned to Lucius, her expression serious.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice quieter than before. "She's still so young to be given such a serious mission."

Lucius barely reacted, his calculated demeanor unchanged.

"She carries the responsibility of Lord Voldemort's return," he stated coldly.

"She only exists as the ultimate weapon."

Narcissa narrowed her eyes.

"You say that so easily," she said bitterly. "But I was the one who cared for her since she was a baby."

Lucius sighed as if this conversation was a familiar one.

"Yes, and you must remember why we accepted this responsibility in the first place," he reminded her. "When the Dark Lord returns, we will be rewarded beyond imagination."

"For now," he said, returning to his book, "simply watch over her."

Narcissa exhaled slowly, her expression unreadable.

"Fine," she murmured, turning toward the door. "But Draco remains my priority."

Lucius barely looked up from his book as she left the room.

The dining hall was nothing short of extravagant. The long mahogany table stretched the length of the room, covered in silver platters overflowing with luxurious dishes. Several house-elves scurried around, carefully arranging each plate.

Delphi sat at the head of the table, her Saiyan appetite taking over as she quickly dug into her meal. However, even as she ate, her mind was focused elsewhere.

A small floating device hovered beside her, playing footage of the Cell Games.

On the screen, Gohan and Perfect Cell clashed, their movements so fast that normal eyes could barely follow. Every strike, every counter, every explosion of energy was recorded.

Delphi's golden eyes narrowed slightly as she studied their fighting styles.

"Interesting," she muttered between bites.

England, London (The Leaky Cauldron)

The morning sunlight filtered through the bustling streets as Gohan walked into a bar, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the wizarding world.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name. He turned toward the voice and walked over quickly, spotting a massive man standing next to a boy about his height.

The man was even bigger than Grandpa Ox-King, towering over everyone around him. Meanwhile, the boy beside him had messy black hair and glasses, his expression curious but cautious.

"So, you must be Gohan," the giant of a man said with a warm smile.

"Yes," Gohan replied, tilting his head slightly as he examined him.

The man let out a hearty chuckle.

"Sorry—I forgot to introduce myself! Name's Rubeus Hagrid. I'm the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."

Hagrid then gestured toward the boy beside him.

"And this here is Harry Potter."

Harry extended his hand. "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

Gohan smiled and shook his hand.

"Hi, my name is Gohan Son."

Hagrid clapped his hands together. "Right then! We're here to get your school supplies."

Gohan blinked in realization.

"Wait… I didn't bring any money with me," he admitted.

Hagrid chuckled and handed him a small bag of coins.

"No worries! Professor Dumbledore gave you some money so you can get everything you'll need for the school year."

Gohan took the bag and tucked it away. "Thanks," he said gratefully.

"The first thing we gotta do is head to Gringotts Wizarding Bank," Hagrid explained.

The trio made their way through the Leaky Cauldron and into a hidden alleyway. Hagrid pulled out his umbrella, tapped the bricks on the wall, and suddenly—the wall shifted and opened, revealing the bustling wonder of Diagon Alley.

Gohan's eyes widened in amazement.

He had seen extraordinary things before, but this was different. Everywhere he looked, wizards and witches in robes bustled about, visiting various shops selling cauldrons, broomsticks, and magical pets.

"This place is… incredible," Gohan thought to himself as he followed Harry and Hagrid toward the towering white marble Gringotts Bank.

Gringotts – The Vaults of Secrets

As they entered the massive wizarding bank, Gohan and Harry couldn't help but stare at the goblins working behind the counters.

"Don't stare at them," Hagrid whispered, leaning down slightly so only they could hear. "They don't like it."

The two boys quickly looked away as they approached a goblin at the counter.

"Hello," Hagrid said, clearing his throat. "We need to access the Potter vault."

The goblin looked up, his sharp eyes flicking between them. "Do you have the key?"

Hagrid nodded and produced a small golden key, handing it over.

The goblin inspected it before nodding. "Very well."

Just as the goblin was about to signal for them to proceed, Hagrid leaned in slightly.

"There's… one more thing," he said, pulling out a folded piece of parchment.

The goblin raised an eyebrow as he took the paper and examined it.

"Professor Dumbledore has requested access to a… certain vault," Hagrid said carefully.

The goblin's expression remained neutral, but after a moment, he nodded curtly and gestured for them to follow.

"This way," he instructed as he led them through a side passage.

The group climbed into a mine cart, which immediately shot forward at incredible speed, zooming through the twisting tunnels deep beneath the bank.

Gohan's grip tightened on the side of the cart, the wind rushing past his face. He had flown at high speeds before, but this was different—it was like a roller coaster without tracks, shaking violently as it plunged deeper into the underground.

After what felt like minutes, the cart jerked to a sudden stop in front of a massive stone door embedded into the cavern walls.

The goblin stepped forward and raised his hand, pressing it against the door. Magical runes glowed, and the heavy door unlocked with a deep, echoing click.

Hagrid stepped inside quickly and retrieved a small package, tucking it away inside his coat before stepping back out.

Gohan and Harry exchanged a curious glance but said nothing.

"Don't tell anyone about this," Hagrid said, his voice lower than before.

Both boys nodded.

The cart suddenly lurched forward again, carrying them back up toward the Potter vault.

The trio stood up as the mine cart came to a stop, arriving at the Potter family vault.

The goblin stepped forward and pressed his palm against the heavy door. Magical runes glowed, and with a deep, mechanical clank, the vault unlocked and slowly swung open.

Harry's eyes widened in shock.

Inside, piles of gold, silver, and bronze coins gleamed under the dim torchlight, stacked neatly in towering heaps.

"You thought your parents left you without any money?" Hagrid chuckled, nudging Harry lightly on the shoulder.

Harry, still speechless, nodded at him in quiet amazement.

Hagrid stepped aside, allowing Harry to step inside and fill his pouch with Galleons.

Gohan, standing just outside the vault, watched with mild curiosity. The concept of money was simple to him, but he had never seen so much in one place before.

Once Harry finished collecting enough coins for the year, the group returned to the mine cart and began the rapid journey back to the surface.

As the cart rumbled through the twisting underground tunnels, Harry glanced at Gohan.

"So… do you know anything about the wizarding world?" Harry asked curiously.

Gohan shook his head.

"No… This is my first time learning about any of this," he admitted.

Harry nodded, looking thoughtful.

"I wonder what Hogwarts looks like," Gohan mused, his excitement building.

Hagrid, overhearing the conversation, let out a hearty laugh.

"You two don't need to be nervous about Hogwarts," he reassured them. "I know you'll both do great."

Harry and Gohan exchanged a quick glance before nodding.

As they exited Gringotts and stepped back into Diagon Alley, Hagrid turned to them.

"Now then, why don't you two head over to Ollivanders and get yourselves a wand?" he suggested.

"You're not coming with us?" Harry asked.

Hagrid shook his head. "I've got a bit of business to take care of."

Gohan and Harry nodded in understanding.

"Alright, see you later, Hagrid," Gohan said.

With that, the two boys made their way toward the small, narrow shop labeled Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands Since 382 B.C.

The door creaked softly as Harry and Gohan stepped into Ollivanders, the ancient wand shop filled with towers of dust-covered boxes stacked high along the walls. The air felt strange and heavy, as if magic itself pulsed within the room.

The bell jingled softly as they stepped inside, and the air felt thick with magic. The walls were lined with thousands of dusty wand boxes, stacked to the ceiling, giving the shop an almost mystical atmosphere.

The room was eerily quiet—until a soft voice spoke from the shadows.

From behind the counter, an elderly man with pale eyes and silver hair emerged, his gaze piercing yet curious.

A soft rustling sound came from the back of the store before a figure emerged from the shadows.

"Ah… Mr. Potter."

The elderly wandmaker, Garrick Ollivander, peered at Harry with a knowing expression. His pale, silver eyes gleamed with interest.

"I was expecting you," Ollivander said with a slow nod. "Every young witch and wizard must find their wand."

Then, his gaze shifted to Gohan.

"And you must be Mr. Potter's friend," he observed.

"Yes, my name is Gohan Son," Gohan replied politely.

Ollivander studied him for a moment before speaking.

"Well then, you must know—the wand chooses the wizard," he said with a faint smile.

Ollivander carefully retrieved several wand boxes, placing them in front of the two boys.

Harry and Gohan each selected a wand, lifting them curiously. As soon as they swung them, a powerful force exploded outward, sending wand boxes tumbling from the shelves.

Ollivander winced slightly but simply waved his hand, causing the boxes to float back into place.

"No, no, no… definitely not those," he muttered.

Harry picked up another wand and gave it a small wave—only for a lamp to shatter across the room.

Gohan, meanwhile, felt drawn to an unusual box sitting farther back on the shelf. It was older than the others, the wood faded with age and covered in an ancient, unreadable script.

As he reached out, a strange energy sensation pulsed through his fingertips. His Saiyan instincts flared—it was as if the wand itself was reacting to him.

"What about this one?" Gohan asked, lifting the box.

Ollivander turned, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.

He stepped closer as Gohan carefully opened the old box.

Inside, resting on a delicate velvet lining, was a wand unlike any other.

The moment Gohan grasped it, a sudden gust of wind swept through the shop, causing the candles to flicker wildly. A strange golden glow surrounded him, as though the wand was recognizing him at last.

Ollivander exhaled slowly.

"Fascinating…" he murmured, stepping forward to examine it.

"Yes… I am quite surprised this wand has found a partner after all these years," Ollivander admitted.

"This particular wand… is one of the oldest ever created in this shop."

Harry and Gohan both looked at him with curiosity.

"For centuries, it has rejected every wizard who has attempted to claim it," Ollivander continued. "It is crafted from elder wood, with a core containing a phoenix feather. It measures eleven inches long."

Harry's eyes widened slightly. "Elder wood? Isn't that… rare?"

Ollivander nodded.

"There are many legends about wands made from elder wood. Some say they only choose those with extraordinary destinies. Others believe they bring both greatness and conflict."

His gaze sharpened.

"But… I believe you should be fine, Mr. Son."

Gohan looked at the wand in his hand. It felt natural—almost like an extension of himself.

Meanwhile, Harry tried another wand, hoping this one would be different.

The moment he held it, a strange warmth spread through his fingertips.

Ollivander's expression became unreadable.

"Curious… very curious…" he murmured.

Harry blinked. "What's curious?"

Ollivander hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter," he said.

He stepped closer, his voice quiet yet intense.

"It so happens that the phoenix whose feather resides in your wand… gave another feather—just one other."

Harry frowned. "So?"

Ollivander's gaze deepened.

"It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother… gave you that scar."

The room fell into silence.

Harry's heart pounded. "You mean…?"

Ollivander nodded.

"Yes. The other wand—the twin to yours—belongs to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

Gohan's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Harry's reaction.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter," Ollivander continued. "It's not always clear why. But I believe… we can expect great things from you."

He smiled faintly.

"After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things—terrible, yes, but great."

Harry swallowed hard, processing the weight of those words.

Gohan, standing beside him, remained quiet.

Harry turned around just in time to see Hagrid approaching, carrying two owl cages with a wide grin on his face.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" Hagrid beamed, walking toward him.

Harry smiled. "Thank you, Hagrid."

Hagrid then turned to Gohan, shifting one of the cages toward him.

"And here's a gift for you, Gohan," Hagrid said.

Gohan blinked in surprise before taking the cage. "Thank you," he said sincerely, peering inside at a small but sharp-eyed owl.

"Since you two already have your pets and wands, we need to finish collecting the rest of your school materials," Hagrid continued.

Harry was about to respond, but a sudden growl from beside him made him pause.

Gohan looked down at his own stomach.

Hagrid chuckled. "Blimey, sounds like someone's starvin'! Let's grab some food before we finish our shoppin'."

Harry and Gohan both nodded eagerly, and the three of them set off toward a nearby wizarding restaurant in Diagon Alley.

Twenty minutes later…

Hagrid and Harry sat completely stunned, watching in disbelief as Gohan devoured plate after plate of food.

The table, which had started with just a few dishes, was now stacked high with empty plates. And yet, Gohan continued to eat, completely unfazed.

Hagrid finally let out a booming laugh.

"I can't believe you eat more than me!" he exclaimed, shaking his head.

Harry, still struggling to finish his first plate, just stared at Gohan in awe.

"I'm surprised your stomach still has room for more food," he admitted.

Gohan casually waved a hand. "This is nothing," he said between bites, before reaching for another plate.

Harry shook his head with a small smile. He had never met anyone who ate like that before.

As the meal continued, Harry suddenly grew serious, setting his fork down.

"Hagrid… can I ask you something?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Hagrid nodded, still chewing his food. "O' course, anything."

Harry hesitated before finally voicing the question that had been weighing on his mind.

"What really happened to my parents?"

The Truth About the Past

Hagrid stopped chewing.

For the first time that day, his expression darkened, and he slowly set his fork down. His usual warmth faded, replaced by a deep sadness and hesitation.

He sighed, taking a moment before finally speaking.

"You-Know-Who killed 'em."

Harry's face fell slightly. He had heard the name before, but it still felt like a puzzle he couldn't quite piece together.

"You-Know-Who? Voldemort?"

Several nearby wizards flinched at the name, turning their heads in discomfort.

Hagrid winced slightly but nodded.

"Blimey, Harry… people still fear sayin' his name, even now," Hagrid muttered.

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice.

"Voldemort started gatherin' followers, bringin' 'em over to the Dark Side."

"Anyone who stood up to him… ended up dead."

Hagrid's expression grew heavier as he spoke.

"Yer mum an' dad… they were two o' the best wizards I ever knew. And they fought against him. But one night… he found 'em."

Harry's heart pounded. He could feel the weight of Hagrid's words settling deep inside him.

Hagrid's gaze locked onto his, his voice firm yet pained.

"Nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody… 'cept you."

Harry swallowed, his mind spinning.

"That's the mark he left." Hagrid pointed toward Harry's lightning-shaped scar. "But… somethin' about that night destroyed him. Made him weak. And you… you survived."

Harry's breath was shallow. He had never really thought about it like that before.

"…Did he die?" he asked hesitantly.

Hagrid frowned, shaking his head.

"I don't know," he admitted. "Most people think he died that night, but me? I still think he's lurkin' out there… waiting."

Harry felt a shiver run down his spine.

"But there's one thing everyone knows for certain," Hagrid continued, looking at him seriously.

"You're the Boy Who Lived."

A long pause settled between them.

Harry sat still, staring at his plate, deep in thought.

Then, Hagrid suddenly grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, enough o' that!" he said, picking up his fork again. "Eat up, Harry! We got a big day ahead of us!"

Harry looked up, giving a small but grateful smile.

He picked up his fork and took another bite, still absorbing everything Hagrid had just told him.

Meanwhile, Gohan was still eating, ordering even more food, completely unfazed by the heavy conversation.

Harry let out a soft chuckle.

For now… he would focus on finishing his first plate.

Two hours later

King's Cross Station

Gohan and Harry stood in the bustling train station, their eyes scanning the platforms around them.

"I don't see Platform 9," Gohan said, frowning.

"Me neither," Harry replied, equally confused.

A small crease formed on Harry's forehead. "Do you think… Hagrid gave us the wrong platform?"

"I don't think so," Gohan said, shaking his head.

Harry sighed. "Well, what do we do now?"

Gohan crossed his arms in thought.

"We should look around and listen. Maybe we'll hear someone talking about Platform 9."

Just as he finished speaking, Harry perked up, hearing a woman's voice nearby.

"Gohan… let's follow them," he whispered, motioning toward a family of redheads gathered a few steps away.

Gohan, using his Ki to sense their energy, realized that their signatures felt somewhat similar to Harry's. It was an odd sensation, but he trusted his instincts and followed.

As they approached the family, they overheard the mother speaking to her children.

"Percy, you go first," the woman instructed. "Hurry up, now."

A tall, older boy named Percy nodded and began pushing his trolley forward. As he neared the brick wall between Platforms nine and ten, he walked straight into it—

—And then vanished.

Gohan's eyes widened slightly.

"Strange… I couldn't sense his energy anymore," Gohan thought. "It's like the barrier is strong enough to block energy signals."

Before he could dwell on it, the woman turned to the next two boys.

"Fred, your turn."

"He's not Fred, I am!" one of the twins protested.

"Honestly, Mum, you call yourself our mother?" the other twin added, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

The woman sighed. "I'm sorry, George—"

"I was joking! I'm Fred!" Fred laughed before sprinting toward the barrier and disappearing.

George followed right after, vanishing in the same way.

Gohan and Harry exchanged looks.

They needed to go next.

Without hesitating, they walked forward.

"Excuse me," Harry spoke up, addressing the woman. "Could you help us? We're not sure how to get through."

"Yes… this is our first time doing this," Gohan added.

The woman smiled kindly. "Oh, it's no trouble at all, dears."

She gestured toward the barrier.

"You just need to walk straight between Platforms Nine and Ten. It's best if you don't hesitate. If you're feeling nervous, just run at it."

A younger girl, who had been watching them curiously, smiled at them.

"Good luck!" Ginny said brightly.

Harry nodded, gripping his trolley tightly.

"Alright… let's do this."

Gohan grinned. "Race you there."

Before Harry could respond, Gohan sprinted forward, pushing his trolley at full speed. Harry ran after him.

Just as they reached the barrier, they braced for impact—

But instead of crashing, they passed through effortlessly, emerging on the other side.

As soon as they stepped through, they were greeted by the sight of a massive, scarlet train parked along the platform.

Steam billowed from the engine, filling the air with the scent of burning coal and excitement. Students and their families bustled around, saying their last goodbyes before boarding.

Gohan and Harry exchanged wide-eyed looks before quickly making their way toward the train.

"We made it," Harry breathed in awe.

"Yeah," Gohan said, staring at the enormous train.

Then, with a determined nod, they hurried forward, ready to board the Hogwarts Express.

The train rumbled softly as it sped through the countryside, the rhythmic chugging of the engine filling the air. Gohan and Harry sat comfortably in their compartment, enjoying the peaceful ride.

The sound of the sliding door interrupted the quiet.

They both turned toward the entrance just as a red-haired boy peeked in.

"Excuse me… do you mind if I sit here?" the boy asked hesitantly.

"The rest of the train's already full."

Gohan glanced at Harry before nodding.

"It's okay," Gohan said with a friendly smile. "You can sit with us."

Relieved, the boy stepped inside, setting his luggage down before plopping onto the seat across from Harry.

"Hello, my name is Ron Weasley," the boy introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," Harry responded.

"And I'm Gohan Son," Gohan added.

Ron's eyes widened as he looked at Harry with excitement.

"Wait… so that means you have the scar?" he asked eagerly.

Harry hesitated for a moment before lifting his messy hair, revealing the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Ron stared in awe.

"Wicked."

Harry gave a small smile, slightly embarrassed by the attention.

Before the conversation could continue, a kind-looking old woman arrived at their compartment, pushing a large trolley filled with various sweets and treats.

"Would you boys like anything from the trolley?" she asked kindly.

Ron shook his head. "No, thanks." He lifted a small bag, revealing homemade snacks from his mother.

Gohan and Harry, however, had their eyes glued to the trolley.

The sheer variety of magical candy and treats caught their attention immediately.

Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Pumpkin Pasties, Licorice Wands—the trolley was filled to the brim with colorful and intriguing sweets.

Gohan's Saiyan instincts kicked in, and without hesitation, he grinned.

"Let's take everything."

Harry, just as excited, nodded in agreement.

Before Ron could process what was happening, Gohan and Harry had bought the entire trolley's worth of sweets, leaving the elderly woman pleasantly surprised as she handed over the last few bags.

Ron's jaw nearly hit the floor as he stared at the mountain of candy and snacks now sitting between them.

"Blimey… you two must be rich," Ron muttered in shock.

Gohan shrugged. "I just like food."

As they dug into their sweets, Ron slowly reached over, his curiosity winning over his hesitation.

"…Can I try one?" he asked cautiously.

Gohan grinned, pushing the pile toward him.

"Of course! Help yourself."

Ron brightened up, and just like that, the three boys began their first meal together.

Thirty minutes later

As Gohan chewed on another piece of candy, his gaze landed on Ron's pet rat, Scabbers.

His Saiyan instincts twitched as he stared at the small creature.

"Strange… why doesn't this rat feel like a regular animal?" Gohan thought.

Its energy signature was… different. Unlike any other rodent he had sensed before.

Before he could dwell on it further, he turned his attention back to the Chocolate Frog box in his hands.

The moment he opened it, the enchanted frog sprang to life, attempting to jump—

—but Gohan, with lightning-fast reflexes, simply snatched it out of the air and swallowed it whole.

Ron, who had been watching the entire thing, gawked in disbelief.

"Wicked."

Gohan grinned, unbothered.

He then picked up the collectible card inside the box and read the name aloud.

"Merlin?"

Ron peeked over. "Yeah, I have like four of him already."

Harry, opening his own Chocolate Frog, watched as his frog leaped away.

Before it could escape, Gohan snatched it midair and handed it back to him.

"Here."

Harry blinked. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Harry then turned the card over.

"Looks like I got Dumbledore."

Ron glanced at it. "That's cool."

However, before Harry could study it further, the image of Dumbledore suddenly vanished from the card.

"What happened?" Harry asked, confused.

Ron shrugged.

"Do you expect him to stay in the card forever?"

Harry looked at the now empty space, clearly still processing how wizard cards worked.

Ron, eager to show off, suddenly perked up.

"Do you two want to see a cool spell my older brother taught me?" he asked.

Harry and Gohan nodded with interest.

Ron lifted his wand, about to cast—

But he froze when the compartment door slid open.

A bushy-haired girl stood at the entrance, her brown eyes scanning the room.

"Has anyone seen a toad?" she asked briskly.

"A boy named Neville lost one."

Then, her gaze landed on Ron's raised wand.

"Oh… you're doing magic? I want to see it."

She stepped further inside, her expression confident and expectant.

Ron cleared his throat, clearly trying to impress her.

He waved his wand dramatically.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!"

A tiny spark of light shot from his wand—

—But Scabbers remained completely unchanged.

Hermione blinked, unimpressed.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" she asked, tilting her head. "Well, it wasn't very good, was it?"

Ron deflated instantly, looking embarrassed.

Hermione continued, "I've had some practice with simple spells. And they worked perfectly."

She then pulled out her own wand, sitting beside Ron.

"For example—"

She pointed at Harry's glasses, which had a slight crack in the lens.

"Oculus Reparo!"

A soft glow surrounded the glasses, and within seconds, they were completely fixed.

Harry took them off and examined them, his eyes widening in amazement.

"Bloody hell… are you Harry Potter?" Hermione suddenly asked.

Harry hesitated, still adjusting to his own fame, but nodded.

"I am Hermione Ganger " Here's said

Hermione's expression turned a mixture of awe and authority.

"I thought so. I read all about you."

Then, she turned to the other two boys.

"And you two?" she asked politely.

Gohan, who had been eating another Chocolate Frog, swallowed before answering.

"I'm Gohan Son."

Hermione furrowed her brows.

"Son…" she murmured, tapping her chin. "That last name sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard it before."

Ron, still slightly sulking, stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth before mumbling, "I'm Ron Weasley."

"It's nice meeting you both," Hermione said, nodding.

She then glanced at their outfits.

"You three should change into your robes. We're arriving at Hogwarts soon."

With that, she turned toward the door—

But just before she left, she paused and looked back at Ron.

"Oh, Ron—"

She pointed at a smudge of dirt on his nose.

"You've got a bit of dirt, right there."

Ron hurriedly wiped at his face as she walked away.

Gohan and Harry tried to stifle their laughter.

Ron slumped back into his seat.

"Brilliant. I think I just met the bossiest girl alive."

Gohan grinned.

"I think she's interesting."

Harry chuckled. "She's definitely something."

The three boys shared a laugh,

One hour later

Gohan was deep in conversation with Ron and Harry, laughing over another one of Ron's stories, when he suddenly froze.

His Saiyan instincts flared, sensing something—someone—different.

His muscles tensed as his eyes flickered toward the compartment door just before it slid open.

A girl stepped inside, slightly shorter than Hermione, though her presence felt far heavier.

She had long, golden-blonde hair that cascaded in wild, untamed waves, framing her icy blue eyes—a color so sharp they almost seemed unnatural. Her porcelain-pale skin contrasted starkly against the warm glow of the train's lanterns.

But it wasn't her appearance that caught Gohan's attention.

It was the energy around her.

It was strange—familiar, yet unnerving. Something about it felt… off. It wasn't like the other wizards he had met so far.

It almost felt… distorted.

As Gohan observed her, he noticed Ron's face turning bright red, as if someone had set his ears on fire.

The girl, composed and unreadable, let her gaze sweep over them all before speaking.

"Hello." Her voice was smooth and calculated, devoid of the usual nervousness most first-years carried. "Would you three mind if I sit here?"

Before anyone else could respond—

"Yeah! You can sit here!" Ron blurted out instantly.

She nodded politely, stepping inside with an air of effortless grace, settling in beside Ron.

Gohan, still keeping his guard up, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Something wasn't right.

"So," Ron asked eagerly, trying his best to appear cool and casual (and failing spectacularly), "what's your name?"

The girl folded her hands neatly in her lap, tilting her head slightly before answering.

"Delphi." Delphi replied

There was a calculated pause before she returned the question.

"And you three?" Delphi asked them.

Ron, still stiff as a board, straightened up too quickly.

"I'm Ron Weasley!" he said, voice cracking slightly.

Harry chuckled. "I'm Harry Potter."

Gohan, ever watchful, nodded. "I'm Gohan Son."

For the first time, Delphi's gaze lingered just a second longer on Gohan, as if she had been expecting something… more.

Gohan, however, kept his expressions unreadable, though internally, his thoughts raced.

"That energy around her… It's subtle, but it feels… unnatural."

Before anyone could continue the conversation, the familiar sound of a trolley rolling down the aisle filled the air.

The old woman poked her head in, her warm smile lighting up the dim corridor.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?" she asked kindly.

Before Harry, Ron, or Gohan could react, Delphi casually spoke up.

"Excuse me, but I'll take everything."

There was a brief silence.

The trolley lady blinked slowly, clearly taken aback.

"You lot sure have an appetite! That's the second time today!" she mused, laughing as she began unloading the sweets.

Delphi paid without hesitation, her expression unreadable, and soon mountains of candy and snacks covered their seats.

She opened a few packets, handing them out generously.

Gohan, having done the exact same thing earlier, raised an eyebrow but accepted the offering without question.

Harry took one. "Thanks, Delphi."

She merely nodded in acknowledgment.

Ron, meanwhile, was completely starstruck.

He stared at Delphi, mesmerized.

"Wow… she's really beautiful." Ron thought.

Her long blonde hair, her sharp blue eyes, the way she carried herself with such calm confidence—it was otherworldly.

If an angel had walked into their compartment, Ron doubted he'd feel any differently.

As if that wasn't enough, she had just bought them an entire trolley of sweets without even blinking.

At that moment, Ron decided this was the single coolest girl he had ever met.

Meanwhile, Gohan, though appreciative of the free candy, was thinking about something entirely different.

The Hogwarts Express – Unspoken Tension

Gohan sat quietly, chewing on a piece of chocolate, but his mind was far from focused on the sweets.

His eyes drifted back to Delphi, scanning her carefully.Something about her was… off.

His Saiyan instincts screamed at him—warning him, yet pulling him in at the same time.

She wasn't like the other wizards he had met so far. Her energy felt familiar, yet… different.

"It wasn't the same natural flow of magic he sensed from Harry, Ron, or even Hermione. It was something else." Gohan thought.

He locked eyes with her—her icy, dark blue gaze meeting his without hesitation.

For a brief second, it felt like she was studying him just as much as he was studying her.

"Why does her energy feel so familiar… but at the same time, different?" Gohan thought.

Gohan casually popped another piece of chocolate into his mouth, pretending to be as relaxed as possible.

Scotland

The Hogwarts Express – A Mysterious Encounter

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh water and old magic as the first-years arrived at the Black Lake.

Lanterns flickered across the surface, reflecting the towering silhouette of Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

As Harry and Gohan approached Hagrid, they greeted him together.

"Hello, Hagrid!"

Hagrid grinned. "Ah, there yeh are!" He glanced behind them, noticing Ron and Delphi walking alongside them.

"Follow me!" Hagrid instructed, leading them toward the waiting boats.

Harry quickly climbed into one, and before long, Ron, Gohan, Delphi, and Hermione settled into the same boat.

Hermione smiled brightly, looking between the boys she had met on the train.

"Looks like we meet again," she said with a playful tone, directing her comment toward Gohan, Ron, and Harry.

However, her gaze quickly landed on the girl sitting beside Harry.

Unlike the others, Hermione had not yet been introduced to her.

She turned toward the blonde-haired girl, extending her hand politely.

"Hi, my name is Hermione Granger."

The girl across from her studied Hermione for a brief moment, her icy blue eyes sharp yet unreadable.

Then, she smiled, though it felt measured, calculated even.

"Hello, my name is Delphi."

The two girls shook hands, their grips firm yet contrasting.

Hermione's was warm and eager.

Delphi's was controlled and composed.

Hermione, ever-curious, tilted her head slightly.

"I don't think I saw you on the train earlier. Where did you sit?" she asked.

Delphi's smile didn't falter.

"Oh, I was in a different compartment, but I met Harry, Ron, and Gohan a bit later," she answered smoothly.

Hermione nodded, accepting the response for now, though she sensed there was something different about Delphi.

She wasn't sure what it was, but the girl had a certain presence about her.

It wasn't shyness like Neville.

It wasn't boldness like Draco Malfoy.

It was something in between—a presence that carried both elegance and mystery.

As Hermione continued talking to the others, Delphi's own gaze shifted toward her silently.

She was already aware of Gohan watching her closely, and now… Hermione was doing it too.

"This girl is sharp," Delphi thought.

Unlike Ron, who was too flustered by her presence, and Harry, who was friendly but cautious, Hermione seemed to be assessing her—studying her in real-time.

That was something Delphi took note of.

Meanwhile, Gohan wasn't focused on the conversation at all.

He was still staring at Delphi—not out of admiration like Ron, but out of pure instinct.

Something about her… bothered him.

Her energy was too familiar, yet also completely foreign.

It was controlled, masked in a way that reminded him of fighters who knew how to suppress their power.

"I need to stop staring at her…" Gohan quickly scolded himself.

"If she notices, she might suspect something—or worse, she'll think I'm some kind of weirdo."

He forced himself to turn away—

And that's when he saw it.

As their boat glided across the water, Hogwarts Castle finally came into view.

It rose majestically against the night sky, its many spires and towers illuminated by the warm glow of lanterns.

The entire castle pulsed with magic, an ancient, timeless energy that Gohan could feel in the air.

Harry, Ron, and even Delphi gazed in awe, their eyes filled with wonder as they took in the sheer beauty of the castle.

Hermione, however, grinned with excitement.

"I've read so much about Hogwarts, but seeing it in person is even more incredible!" she whispered, practically bouncing in her seat.

Ron rolled his eyes.

"You've probably memorized the whole castle map already, haven't you?" he muttered.

Hermione ignored him, turning back toward Delphi.

"What about you? Have you studied much about Hogwarts before coming here?" she asked.

Delphi gave her a small, knowing smile.

"Oh, I've read plenty," she said smoothly. "But sometimes, reading about something and experiencing it firsthand… are very different things."

Hermione nodded in agreement, not realizing that Delphi's words carried far more meaning than she let on.

Ron, meanwhile, sat awkwardly beside Delphi, his ears still as red as his hair. He shifted in his seat nervously, sneaking glances at her when he thought no one was looking.

"Ron, was it?" Delphi asked casually, turning her attention toward him.

He nearly choked on air, fumbling his words as he straightened up.

"Uh—yeah! I-I'm Ron! Ron Weasley!" he stammered.

Delphi chuckled softly, which only made Ron's face turn even redder.

"Relax, Ron, I'm not going to bite," she teased, her voice carrying a playful edge.

Hermione gave Ron an amused look, clearly noticing his flustered behavior.

"He's been like this all night," she said to Delphi, grinning.

"Oh really?" Delphi asked, raising a perfectly arched brow. She glanced back at Ron, who was now too embarrassed to speak, before leaning slightly toward him.

"Are you always this shy, or is it just me?" she teased again, her icy blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I'm not shy! I mean… well… maybe a little… I mean…" Ron stammered, unable to form a proper response.

Harry and Gohan both snickered, though Gohan quickly turned his attention away to hide his amusement.

Delphi leaned back in her seat, clearly enjoying the reaction she had caused, while Hermione shook her head, rolling her eyes.

"He's hopeless," Hermione muttered under her breath.

"I heard that!" Ron finally managed, glaring at her.

Harry sat quietly, his green eyes flickering between his new friends, trying to process everything.

He still wasn't sure how he ended up here—a world filled with magic, talking owls, and castles hidden from Muggles.

Delphi, who had been quietly observing him, suddenly spoke.

"You seem nervous, Harry."

Harry turned, startled that she had noticed.

"Oh… yeah, I guess I am," he admitted.

Delphi tilted her head slightly, her calm blue eyes locking onto him.

"Why?"

Harry hesitated. He glanced at Ron and Hermione, both of whom were engaged in their own conversation, then back at Delphi.

"I just… don't really know what to expect," Harry confessed. "I mean, I didn't even know I was a wizard until, like, a week ago."

Delphi's expression didn't change, but her eyes softened slightly.

"So everything is new to you," she mused.

Harry nodded.

"Yeah. I feel like… everyone else already knows what they're doing, and I'm just trying to keep up."

Delphi was quiet for a moment. Then, she leaned back slightly, watching the water ripple beneath them.

"Sometimes, being new to something can be an advantage," she said thoughtfully. "You have no bad habits to unlearn. You see things differently."

Harry blinked. "I never thought of it like that."

"You don't have to be like everyone else, Harry," Delphi continued, her voice smooth and composed. "You'll find your own way."

Harry studied her for a second, feeling an odd sense of reassurance in her words.

"Thanks, Delphi," he said, offering a small smile.

She simply nodded in return.

Gohan, who had been listening in silence, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ron, who had been focusing intently on not embarrassing himself in front of Delphi, suddenly perked up.

"Oi, Harry, do you think they'll let us fight dragons in school?" he asked excitedly.

Harry chuckled, glad for the distraction. "I doubt it."

Delphi smirked, turning her gaze toward Ron.

"Why? Are you hoping to tame one?" she teased.

Ron grinned. "No, but imagine how cool it would be!"

Delphi shook her head, amused. "I'd like to see you try."

Gohan had spent most of the trip observing Delphi.

Even now, as the boat rocked gently beneath them, he could feel it—that strange, almost hidden energy surrounding her.

He wasn't sure why, but It made his instincts stay on high alert.

Trying to push the thought away, he glanced at her again.

She was staring ahead, her icy blue eyes locked on Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

For the first time since they met, Gohan noticed something.

She looked… tense.

Not afraid.

Not nervous.

But anticipating something.

He tilted his head slightly.

"You okay?" Gohan asked, his voice low but curious.

Delphi turned her gaze toward him, blinking as if she had been pulled from deep thought.

Her usual composed expression returned in an instant.

"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" she replied smoothly.

Gohan studied her for a second, then shrugged.

"I dunno. You just looked… like you were thinking about something important, that's all."

Delphi held his gaze for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle.

"You're observant, aren't you?" she mused.

Gohan grinned slightly, rubbing the back of his head. "I try."

Delphi leaned back slightly, tilting her head.

"Well, if you must know… I was thinking about how different things are going to be from now on."

Gohan's smile faded a little. "Yeah. I know the feeling."

Delphi raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Gohan sighed, looking toward the castle again.

"I've always known how to fight. How to train. But this? Magic? A whole new world I barely understand? It's weird, y'know?"

Delphi hummed softly, considering his words.

"I suppose we both have our own… challenges."

"Guess so."

She studied him for a second, her sharp gaze lingering on him longer than before.

"You don't seem like someone who scares easily, Gohan."

Gohan chuckled, shaking his head. "It takes a lot."

Delphi smirked.

"Good. I like that."

Something about the way she said it made Gohan pause.

"I feel like you're someone who always gets what they want, huh?" Gohan said, half-joking.

Delphi's smirk grew.

"I try." Delphi says

"She was different and something told him this wouldn't be the last time he found himself trying to figure her out" Gohan thought

The boat glided closer to shore, and Gohan felt his heart pound in anticipation.

The first-years stood in anticipation, their eyes drifting around the vast entrance hall of Hogwarts Castle.

The walls stretched high, lit by floating torches that cast flickering shadows across the ancient stone.

The massive wooden doors of the Great Hall loomed ahead, slightly ajar, allowing the warm golden glow of candlelight to spill out into the corridor.

As the students murmured amongst themselves, a voice rang through the air.

A stern-looking woman in emerald robes stood before them, her sharp eyes assessing the group carefully.

She held herself with authority, yet her presence was not unwelcoming—there was something undeniably commanding about her.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she announced, her voice crisp and clear.

"My name is Minerva McGonagall."

The students quieted instantly, feeling the weight of her presence.

She continued.

"The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you must first be sorted into your houses."

A few of the students exchanged nervous glances.

Gohan folded his arms, watching Professor McGonagall closely.

Delphi, standing slightly behind him, remained poised and calm, her expression unreadable.

McGonagall's gaze swept across the group.

"The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

She paused for effect, letting the names sink in.

"While you are here, your house will be like your new family. You will attend classes with your housemates, share a common room, and compete for the House Cup."

She glanced at them sternly.

"Triumphs will earn your house points. Rule-breaking will lose them."

Ron gulped audibly, looking concerned.

"At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the House Cup, a great honor."

Just as she was about to continue—

"Trevor!"

A sudden shout cut through the air.

Neville Longbottom, a round-faced boy, stumbled forward, his face flushed with panic.

The students turned to see a small toad hopping away, darting between feet.

Neville rushed after it, arms flailing.

"I'm sorry!" he stammered, scooping the toad up and quickly stepping back into line.

There was a moment of awkward silence before McGonagall cleared her throat, ignoring the incident entirely.

"The ceremony will begin shortly. Please wait here until I return."

With that, she turned sharply and disappeared into the Great Hall.

The doors closed behind her, leaving the students in nervous silence.

As whispers spread through the crowd, Delphi smirked slightly, sensing the tension in the air.

She turned toward Harry and Gohan, her voice smooth and relaxed.

"You two don't seem nervous," she observed.

Harry shrugged, though his hand tightened slightly around his robe.

"I mean… a little. But there's no point in stressing over it, right?" he reasoned.

Delphi smiled. "A good mindset to have."

She then looked at Gohan.

He hadn't spoken much, his arms still crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes watching the Great Hall doors carefully.

It wasn't that he was nervous.

It was that he didn't know what to expect.

Magic was still so new to him.

And yet, he could feel something—a strange power pulsing from beyond those doors, different from ki, different from anything he had encountered before.

Delphi noticed his silence.

"What's on your mind, Gohan?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Her honeyed tone was casual, but her eyes were searching for something beneath his expression.

Gohan glanced at her.

There it was again—that natural charm she had, the way she spoke as if she already knew the answer, but was just waiting for you to say it aloud.

He smirked slightly.

"I was just wondering how this whole 'Sorting' thing works."

"You don't know?" Delphi asked, genuinely intrigued.

"Nope. Never read about it. Never heard about it."

Ron, who had been eavesdropping, jumped in.

"You don't know about the Sorting Hat?" he asked, incredulous.

"Sorting Hat?" Gohan repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! It's this old hat that talks!" Ron exclaimed. "It reads your mind and figures out which house you belong in."

Gohan blinked. "A hat… that reads minds?"

Harry looked a little uneasy at that. "Sounds… weird."

"It is," Ron admitted.

Delphi, however, smirked slightly.

"I think it's fascinating," she said smoothly. "Imagine—one object that can see deep into your soul and tell you exactly where you belong."

She turned her eyes back to Gohan.

"What do you think, Gohan? Any guesses where you might end up?"

Gohan rubbed his chin, thinking.

"No idea."

"Hmm… I think I have an idea," Delphi murmured, her voice carrying a mysterious lilt.

Gohan's eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued.

"Oh? And what do you think?"

Delphi leaned forward ever so slightly, her icy blue eyes locking onto his, the flickering torchlight casting an almost mesmerizing glow in them.

She smiled.

"I think you'll surprise people."

Something about the way she said it made Gohan pause.

It wasn't just a casual remark.

It felt like a prediction.

One that she had already thought about.

Ron, watching Delphi and Gohan's conversation, felt oddly left out.

He cleared his throat, trying to shift the conversation.

"What about you, Delphi? What house do you think you'll be in?" he asked.

Delphi turned toward him, and for the first time, she actually hesitated.

Only for a second.

But it was there.

Then, she gave him a gentle smile.

"I suppose we'll find out soon, won't we?"

Her answer was deliberately vague, but Ron, being completely distracted by her smile, didn't notice.

Harry, however, narrowed his eyes slightly, catching the hesitation.

Gohan did too.

But neither of them commented on it.

As the first-years stood in line, waiting to enter the Great Hall, Gohan noticed a boy standing with an air of arrogance, looking down at others as if they were beneath him.

The blonde-haired boy smirked as he approached.

"So, the rumors are true, then," he drawled, his tone dripping with superiority.

Harry turned toward him, eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Harry Potter has finally come to Hogwarts," the boy continued, his gray eyes glinting.

He motioned toward the two bulky boys flanking him.

"These are Crabbe and Goyle," he said lazily, gesturing at them as if they were mere accessories.

Then, he stepped forward, extending his hand.

"I'm Draco Malfoy."

Before Harry could respond, Ron suddenly let out a snicker, unable to contain himself.

Draco's expression instantly darkened, his pride wounded.

"What are you laughing at?" he demanded, turning his glare on Ron.

Ron shrugged, still smirking.

Draco narrowed his eyes, scanning him up and down before sneering.

"Based on your red hair and that old, secondhand robe that barely fits you," he said, his voice dripping with mockery, "you must be a Weasley."

Ron's smirk vanished instantly, his ears turning red with anger.

Before either of them could say anything, Delphi spoke up.

"Brother, don't be so rude," she said smoothly, her voice carrying a disapproving but gentle edge.

Draco's head snapped toward her, his frown deepening.

"Shut it, Delphi," he snapped, clearly annoyed.

But Delphi didn't even flinch.

Instead, she simply tilted her head, her icy blue eyes piercing into him.

"Remember what Father said," she reminded him, her voice cool but firm.

Draco stiffened for a moment, his fingers twitching slightly, but his arrogance quickly returned.

"Father isn't here, so I'll do whatever I want," he muttered, turning his glare back toward Ron and Harry.

Ron, who had been watching their exchange with wide eyes, suddenly pointed at her.

"Wait… you're Draco's sister?!" he asked, completely dumbfounded.

Delphi gave him a small, knowing smile.

"Yes. My full name is Delphi Malfoy," she said smoothly.

Ron looked utterly shocked.

"That's impossible! You're way too nice to be a Malfoy!" he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Delphi laughed lightly, her voice almost enchanting.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she said playfully.

Draco, however, looked disgusted.

"Don't tell me you've already made friends with a Weasley," he scoffed.

His disdainful tone made Ron clench his fists, but before he could react, Draco turned back to Harry.

"You should be careful, Potter," he said, his voice quieter but laced with meaning.

Harry narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Draco smirked.

"Some wizarding families are better than others," he said smoothly.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he extended his hand toward Harry.

"You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Gohan instantly bristled at the statement, sensing the thinly veiled insult behind Draco's words.

Harry, however, didn't hesitate.

He simply looked at Draco's outstretched hand, then met his gaze with quiet defiance.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks," Harry said.

For a moment, Draco's smirk faltered.

But before he could say anything else, the doors to the Great Hall creaked open once more.

Professor McGonagall returned, her sharp gaze sweeping over them.

"The Sorting Ceremony is ready. Follow me."

Draco glared at Harry for a second longer before turning away and stalking back to Crabbe and Goyle.

Delphi gave Harry a curious look, almost as if she was studying his reaction.

Then, without another word, she turned and followed the rest of the first-years into the Great Hall.

The first-years settled at their respective tables, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and curiosity. The Great Hall, illuminated by floating candles, bathed everything in a warm, golden glow.

Gohan glanced around, still taking in the breathtaking sight of the enchanted ceiling, which reflected the vast, starry sky above them. The spell was so seamless, so immersive, that it almost felt like the ceiling had disappeared entirely.

"The ceiling is bewitched to reflect the sky outside," Hermione explained in a hushed but eager tone. "I read about it in Hogwarts History."

Ron sighed dramatically. "Of course, you did."

Gohan, however, listened with genuine curiosity, sensing the traces of magic pulsing within the castle itself. Hogwarts wasn't just a school.

As the students murmured among themselves, the headmaster stood, instantly commanding everyone's attention.

The entire hall fell into hushed silence as Albus Dumbledore, with his long silver beard and wise, twinkling blue eyes, gazed warmly at the students.

"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore's voice rang out, filled with warmth and authority.

The first-years sat up straighter, some fidgeting with anticipation.

Dumbledore's cheerful expression faltered slightly, turning more serious as he continued.

"Before we begin our banquet, I would like to remind you all…"

His bright blue eyes flickered across the tables.

"The third-floor corridor, on the right-hand side, is strictly out of bounds… to anyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

A ripple of whispers and nervous glances spread through the students.

"Is he joking?" Harry muttered under his breath, exchanging a confused look with Gohan and Ron.

Gohan narrowed his eyes.

"I don't think so," he murmured, his instincts tingling slightly.

Something about Dumbledore's words wasn't just a warning—it was a test.

Delphi, seated calmly beside Hermione, tilted her head slightly, her cool, icy-blue eyes gleaming in curiosity.

"Strange thing to announce so openly, isn't it?" she mused, her voice carrying a subtle amusement.

Gohan cast her a side glance.

There it was again.

That air of knowing.

She had the same expression when they spoke before—like she was playing chess while everyone else played checkers.

Before anyone could dwell on it, Dumbledore continued.

"And lastly, let me remind you that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students."

Ron shuddered. "That's fine with me. Who'd be daft enough to go in there?"

Hermione huffed. "You'd be surprised how often rules get broken here."

Gohan, meanwhile, filed away both warnings in his mind.

Something about this school… felt like it was hiding deeper secrets.

Dumbledore's warm smile returned.

"Now that we've settled that… Thank you!" he said simply, clapping his hands together before gracefully taking his seat.

Professor McGonagall stood before the eager first-years, her sharp gaze scanning the room as she held a long parchment.

"When I call your name, step forward and sit on the stool. The Sorting Hat will be placed on your head, and it will decide your house," she instructed.

The students shifted anxiously, whispers rippling through them.

McGonagall's voice rang clear through the hall.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione took a deep breath, clutching the fabric of her robe. "Relax, Hermione. You can do this," she told herself.

Ron leaned toward Harry and Gohan, whispering, "Mental, that one… I'm telling you."

Hermione shot him a glare before confidently walking up to the stool.

McGonagall placed the ancient, patched Sorting Hat onto her head.

"Hmm… right. Very bright, no doubt. A sharp mind, eager to prove itself. Ravenclaw would suit you well…" the hat mused.

Hermione tensed. "No, I want to be in Gryffindor!"

The Sorting Hat chuckled.

"Oh, ho! You're quite determined. Very well, better be… GRYFFINDOR!"

Hermione beamed, quickly walking to the cheering Gryffindor table.

Draco Malfoy's Instant Sorting

"Draco Malfoy!"

Draco strutted toward the stool with confidence, barely sparing anyone a glance.

The moment the hat was placed near his head—

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat bellowed before it even touched his hair.

The Slytherin table roared in approval, and Draco smirked smugly, taking his place with pride.

"Well, that was fast," Ron muttered.

Gohan raised an eyebrow. "That hat didn't even hesitate."

"Yeah, well, Malfoys and Slytherins go together like tea and biscuits," Ron scoffed.

Ron went up next.

The Sorting Hat barely hesitated before sighing.

"Ah, another Weasley… I know exactly where to put you. Gryffindor!"

Ron grinned, dashing toward his brothers, who patted him on the back as he joined the Gryffindor table.

Then came the moment everyone had been waiting for.

"Harry Potter!"

The Great Hall fell silent.

A wave of whispers spread like wildfire.

"It's really him!"

"Look at the scar!"

Harry, feeling suddenly exposed, walked toward the stool and sat down.

The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and immediately, it spoke.

"Hmm… Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?"

Harry swallowed hard.

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin," he thought desperately.

The Sorting Hat hummed.

"Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that."

Harry's heart pounded.

"No. Not Slytherin."

A long pause.

Then—

"Well, if you're sure… Better be… GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, Ron and Hermione clapping excitedly as Harry sprinted toward them, relief washing over his face.

Ten minutes later, only two names remained.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the parchment.

"Gohan Son."

Gohan, calm as ever, walked toward the stool and sat down.

The moment the Sorting Hat touched his head, it gasped.

"Oh my… now this is unusual."

Gohan blinked.

"What do you mean?" he asked internally.

"Such raw strength, such an unyielding heart… but what's this? Ah, a deep-rooted sense of justice, the urge to protect others… You, my dear boy, are a true warrior."

The Sorting Hat hummed In deep thought.

"You could fit in multiple houses. Ravenclaw would welcome your sharp intelligence. Hufflepuff would admire your dedication. Slytherin would harness your endless potential."

Gohan remained silent.

"But your heart is set on something else. Bravery. The willingness to stand against the strongest, to risk everything for those you love…"

The Sorting Hat's voice grew excited.

"The perfect place for you is—GRYFFINDOR!"

A loud cheer erupted as Gohan removed the hat, smiling slightly as he walked over to the Gryffindor table.

Ron gave him a thumbs-up, and Harry grinned.

"Knew you'd be one of us, mate," Ron said, slapping Gohan on the back.

As the final name was called, the Great Hall fell into a hush.

"Delphi Malfoy," Professor McGonagall announced.

The Slytherin table straightened instantly, expecting her to join their ranks. Draco sat forward, a smug confidence on his face, already certain of the outcome.

But Delphi moved with deliberate grace, her icy-blue eyes unreadable as she approached the Sorting Hat.

She sat down, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and as the hat was placed upon her head, a strange silence filled the space—as if the very air had thickened around her.

Then, the Sorting Hat's voice echoed in her mind, low and thoughtful.

"Ahhh… Now here is a most fascinating case."

Delphi remained silent.

"A bloodline unlike any other. Two powerful forces, intertwined within you—yet, they could not be more different."

The voice of the Hat was slow, almost reverent.

"On one side, a lineage of darkness, of control, of domination. A will to bend the world to your desires. Raw ambition and cunning, the mark of a ruler."

Delphi didn't flinch. She knew what the Sorting Hat was talking about.

Her father's blood.

Ancient, twisted, and powerful.

"And yet, on the other side… a force unlike any this world has ever known. One of unbreakable will. Of boundless strength, but not to conquer—only to protect. A power meant to uplift, to defend, to inspire."

Her mother's blood.

The legacy of warriors beyond the comprehension of most wizards.

"And then… the Veela blood," the Sorting Hat mused, as if tracing through her very soul.

"Ah… yes. That explains it. That allure, that mesmerizing presence. A beauty not just in form, but in essence. And a fire inside you, a passion that is both enchanting and untamed. A creature of grace, but also of destruction if provoked."

"What a strange, powerful mix you are… no wonder your soul is torn."

Delphi remained silent.

Delphi remained composed, though inside, she could feel her heartbeat thrumming in her ears.

The Sorting Hat hesitated.

"You would thrive in Slytherin. It is in your blood, after all. The ambition, the cunning… You have what it takes to rise to greatness in their ranks."

Delphi's eyes flickered toward Draco for the briefest moment.

Then, she spoke in her mind.

"I want to go to Gryffindor."

The Sorting Hat paused, intrigued.

"Are you certain? You do not need to deny who you are. Slytherin would embrace you. They would accept you as their own."

Delphi's lips barely parted, whispering under her breath.

"I'm sure. I choose Gryffindor."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"Very well. If that is your wish…"

The Sorting Hat took one final moment, almost as if reluctant to make the decision.

Then, it spoke aloud.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The Hall erupted into whispers and gasps.

The Slytherin table looked thunderstruck—their mouths agape in disbelief. Draco's expression twisted into shock and frustration, his fingers gripping the tablecloth.

A Malfoy… In Gryffindor?

It was unheard of.

The Gryffindor table hesitated, unsure how to react, until Dumbledore himself clapped his hands together with amusement, breaking the tension.

Slowly, others followed, and Delphi stood up gracefully, walking toward her new house.

She slid into a seat between Harry and Hermione, as if the reaction of the Hall didn't faze her in the slightest.

Ron, still looking stunned, muttered under his breath.

"A Malfoy… in Gryffindor. Now I've seen everything."

Hermione looked at Delphi with intrigue rather than disbelief, while Harry watched her carefully.

Delphi simply smiled, picking up a plate and reaching for food as if nothing strange had just happened.

Gohan, however, narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Sorting Hat had lingered longer than usual on her.

She had made a choice.

But what was her real reason?

As the feast began, and conversation turned to more lighthearted matters, Gohan stole one last glance at her.

She was smiling.

But behind those icy-blue eyes, he saw something else.

A secret.

And he intended to find out what it was.

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as the Hogwarts feast came to life.

Golden platters piled high with roasted meats, steaming potatoes, warm bread, and sweet puddings appeared before them, filling the air with a mouthwatering aroma.

Hermione had just turned to comment on the rich history of Hogwarts banquets when—

She stopped.

Because Gohan and Delphi were already eating.

Not just eating—devouring.

Harry and Ron, halfway to reaching for their own food, froze as they watched the two newcomers tear through their plates with astonishing speed.

Gohan had stacked five drumsticks onto his plate, eating each one with joyful enthusiasm, while Delphi had neatly cut into her fourth steak, eating at a pace that was somehow both elegant and relentless.

Ron blinked.

"Mate… are they even breathing?"

Harry, still staring, slowly shook his head.

Gohan, mid-bite, grinned. "This is amazing! I never thought magic food would taste this good!"

Delphi smirked, slicing into another steak with precise, graceful movements. "Agreed. Hogwarts knows how to cook."

She took another bite, and for a brief moment, her lips curled in satisfaction before she licked a drop of juice from the corner of her mouth—a simple, unconscious movement.

Ron turned scarlet.

"Bloody hell, she even eats like some kind of warrior princess."

He quickly grabbed his goblet and took a large gulp of pumpkin juice, trying to ignore how strangely captivating Delphi's presence was.

Gohan, on the other hand, was too focused on his food to notice anything else.

An Hour Later…

Most students had long since slowed down, their stomachs full and content.

Plates had been pushed away, conversations turned to laughing and chatting about their excitement for the school year.

But two students…

Were still eating.

Still. Eating.

Hermione, arms crossed, was now glaring at them in sheer disbelief.

"Are you two even human?" she finally blurted.

Gohan looked up mid-bite, blinking innocently.

"Huh? No, I just love eating."

Delphi, still cutting through her sixth steak, simply shrugged.

"Same."

Ron leaned over to Harry, his voice hushed.

"How is she still eating and still looking all… I don't know… graceful?"

Harry shrugged, still trying to process how Gohan had just finished an entire roast chicken by himself.

Hermione sighed dramatically.

"I don't even know where you two are storing all that food! You should be—should be—" she gestured wildly at them, "exploding!"

Delphi, finishing another bite, rested her chin on her hand, amused.

"Maybe you just haven't met people with strong appetites before."

Hermione opened her mouth, ready to argue, before pausing—

That was exactly the kind of response she would have given someone.

Gohan, meanwhile, finished another plate and grinned.

"Man, this is the best! I think I like Hogwarts already."

Ron, still watching Delphi, rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"She even makes eating look cool…" he thought before quickly shaking his head.

Across the room, Draco Malfoy was glaring daggers from the Slytherin table.

A Malfoy sitting with Gryffindors.

Eating with Weasleys, Potter… and some loud-mouthed glutton who ate like a wild animal.

His hands curled into tight fists, frustration burning in his chest.

Meanwhile, Delphi—

She knew he was watching.

And she didn't care one bit.

With one last bite of steak, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and smirked.

"Hogwarts was going to be fun" Delphi thought

One hour later

First Night in Gryffindor Tower

Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory

The warmth of the Gryffindor common room faded as the boys climbed the winding staircase leading to their dormitory. Inside, the room was cozy, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows across the stone walls.

The moment they arrived, Ron collapsed onto his bed, groaning.

"I swear, that feast nearly finished me off."

Harry chuckled, stretching. "I think I'm still full."

Seamus and Dean exchanged tired nods, already pulling their blankets over themselves.

Neville was the first to start snoring, his face buried in his pillow.

Gohan, however, wasn't quite ready to sleep.

He sat on his bed, staring at the wooden ceiling above him, his mind drifting.

" So this is my new life now…

Hogwarts.

Magic.

Wizards." Gohan thought everything felt surreal, yet at the same time… exciting.

And yet—

A different thought lingered in his mind.

"Why do I get this strange feeling when I'm near Delphi?" Gohan thought

It wasn't fear or distrust. But something about her felt… off.

Not in a bad way—just… familiar.

But why?

His eyelids grew heavy, and before he could think about it further, sleep took over.

Gryffindor Girls' Dormitory

The soft crackle of the fireplace in the common room had long since died down, leaving only the gentle rustling of blankets as the girls settled in for the night.

Hermione, however, wasn't asleep.

She sat upright in bed, a thick book open on her lap, the dim candlelight flickering beside her.

The words on the page blurred slightly, but she remained focused, occasionally pushing her bushy hair out of her face.

Across the room, Delphi was already asleep, her breathing calm and steady.

Hermione turned the page, but something caught her eye.

A movement near Delphi's side.

At first, she thought it was the sheets shifting, but then she saw it again—something long and thin curling slightly before tucking beneath the blanket.

Her brow furrowed.

" What was that?" Hermione said

Curiosity got the better of her, and she slowly stood up, setting her book aside.

She tiptoed across the room, moving carefully, trying not to wake the others.

As she leaned closer, she reached out—

Only for Delphi's eyes to snap open.

"What are you doing?" Delphi's voice was quiet but sharp, her icy-blue eyes locking onto Hermione instantly.

Hermione froze.

For a moment, she saw something flicker behind Delphi's gaze—a sharp, calculating look, as if she was measuring Hermione's every move.

Then, just as quickly, it was gone.

Hermione stepped back. "Nothing… I thought I saw something weird."

Delphi tilted her head slightly, then, in one smooth motion, shifted under the covers, tucking whatever Hermione had seen completely out of sight.

" She's hiding something…" Hermione thought.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, but Delphi's expression remained unreadable.

Then, Delphi sighed.

"I think you need to sleep."

Hermione hesitated.

But arguing now wouldn't get her any answers.

Instead, she sighed, nodding. "Yes… we have to wake up early anyway."

She climbed back into bed, but as she blew out her candle, she cast one last glance at Delphi.

She was still staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Goodnight." Hermione said, watching for any reaction.

Delphi finally turned her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Goodnight."

As Hermione closed her eyes, she made a mental note—

" I need to find out what she's hiding." Hermione thought

Meanwhile, Delphi listened to Hermione's breathing slow down, ensuring she had fallen asleep.

She then looked back at the ceiling, her expression cool and unreadable.

"I need to find a way to earn the trust of Harry and his friends" Delphi thought

She had a mission.

And she would not fail.