HP: Wizards at Hogwarts

Summer of 1991, London, England.

As one of the UK’s most prestigious hotels, The Ritz London is renowned for its opulent setting and exceptional service.

Its iconic Baroque dome, dazzling crystal chandeliers, exquisite marble sculptures, and gilded lace everywhere give the entire building a strong classical atmosphere.

The waiters, dressed in formal attire and wearing white gloves, served the guests their meals, and every movement reflected the sophistication of British high society.

Finger sandwiches, smoked salmon, roasted ham, fresh raisins, and raisin tarts are among the afternoon tea treats displayed on tiered shelves, each one exquisitely presented.

Since its opening in 1906, the Ritz Hotel in London has been a gathering place for high society.

World-renowned politicians, celebrities, and royalty have all visited and praised this place.

An elegant environment, impeccable service, exquisite cuisine, plus a catchy gimmick, are enough to attract any country bumpkin who comes to the big city, making them want to empty their wallets just to wander around the area a bit more, hoping to bump into some Hollywood actresses who might be there.

Elavin Yakut was such a notorious country bumpkin.

However, he was not content with merely strolling around nearby or glancing at things from afar.

He walked right in and moved in with just his bags!

The hotel was incredibly expensive, but money was no object for Elaine.

As a typical country bumpkin who had just come to the big city from a rural orphanage, Elaine certainly didn't have that much savings.

So the reason he can sit here and enjoy afternoon tea for tens or even hundreds of pounds with those well-dressed and elegant upper-class people without being detected is because he has used some underhanded tricks!

"waiter!"

Upon hearing the summons, the waiter in the corner gracefully walked to Elaine's side, bowed slightly, and asked in a standard and magnetic British accent.

"How may I help you, sir?"

His movements and voice were even more perfect than the original.

However, such impeccable etiquette resulted in a rather ungentlemanly response—

"The same tea and snacks, and these other items on the menu, please prepare one... no, two servings of each!"

"Bring it to my room!"

Two portions?!

Can you eat that much by yourself?

The waiter looked at Elaine with some surprise.

He was a little over ten years old, with short, light blond hair, blue eyes, a handsome face, and impeccable attire, looking just like a prince born into a noble family.

This is no ordinary child; it's a boy who was personally escorted to check-in by the hotel manager, who also asked them to fulfill any of the manager's requests as much as possible!

Note that it says 'any request'!

You can tell from their name that they are someone special!

How could a young master from such a background lack food at home?

Absolutely impossible!

Is it just because they are growing that they eat so much?

Or perhaps the hotel's afternoon tea really suited his taste, so he couldn't resist wanting to eat more?

Despite having many doubts, the waiter was professionally trained and wouldn't say those things in front of the guests.

All he had to do was maintain a standard smile and respect, treating the other person like a British prince!

"I see."

"It's an honor to serve you, sir."

"I'll bring the snacks to your room in a bit."

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Elaine waved his hand: "That's all for now, you can go now."

After saying that, he calmly stood up and strolled towards his room.

Arriving at his room door and confirming that no one was around, Elaine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This moment of relief instantly dispelled all the aristocratic air he had been putting on.

"This place is nice, but it's too troublesome to always pretend to be someone I'm not."

"Next time, I'll stay in a lower-end hotel."

Muttering to himself, Elaine gently pushed open the door.

The room was just as luxurious as the outside, its exquisiteness something that ordinary people could never see in their entire lives, and it was incomparable to the place where he used to live—the now-abandoned rural orphanage.

Whitewashed walls, silky smooth curtains, a magnificent chandelier, a soft and comfortable bed, a spotless floor, a white-bearded old man, exquisite tables and chairs, and expensive tea sets placed on them...

Wait a minute!

It seems like something strange got mixed in?

Where did this smelly old man with a white beard come from?

The foot that was about to step into the room immediately retreated.

Elaine jumped back a large step: "Old Deng, where did you come from?"

It's no wonder he was so nervous, after all, he's currently in a state of "free hotel stays, free food and drinks".

Besides, this old man in front of me is really too strange!

The door was locked and the windows were closed. How did they get in?

His clothing and appearance were also inexplicably strange—

It's 1991, and people are still wearing these bizarre robes to the Ritz Hotel in London?!

Elaine hadn't heard of any big star filming here...

All signs indicate that this old man is no ordinary person.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Yakut."

"I mean you no harm!"

Hearing him say that, Elaine's nervousness only increased.

He had previously altered the hotel manager's memory, using a false name when checking in for himself!

Not to mention the rare surname 'Yakut,' even the given name 'Elevin' has not been revealed.

How did the other party find out about me?

Could it be that the relevant departments have noticed my "underhanded tactics"?

Something's wrong, it's best to slip away first!

What a lovely afternoon tea! Looks like I'll have to come back another time to enjoy it!

Elaine retreated into the corridor, slammed the door with his left hand, and turned to run.

But the next moment, he found himself flying backward uncontrollably!

The surrounding scenery rushed forward, the door slammed shut, and then clicked shut again.

When Elaine came to his senses, he found himself lying on the big bed in the room.

There's no way to escape!

Elaine grabbed the sheet beneath him and forcefully flipped it to the right, placing himself between the two.

Just as their sight was cut off...

Gear Change - Pistol!!

As the sheet fell to the ground, Elaine already had a pistol in his hand!

"Don't move..."

Before he could finish speaking, the pistol suddenly transformed into a green cobra, coiling around Elivin's arm and simultaneously opening its mouth to bite his neck.

Elaine's eyes widened instantly, and his right hand clenched into a fist. He grabbed the snake by its vital spot and slammed it to the ground with a 'thud'.

Dumbledore pulled out a wand, pointed it at Elaine, and was about to say something.

Just then...

Outfit Change - Dual Pistols!!

The costume-changing magic activated again.

This time, Elaine had two guns in his hands!

Dumbledore: "..."