It was already late at night when a crack slowly opened in the sky.
From that rift, a small figure tumbled down—Lin Mei.
Falling fast, he plummeted toward the earth, and by sheer fate, his descent led him straight to a massive castle standing majestically in the Scottish wilderness. An ancient magic school, a place of wonder and academia—a world where mystery, fantasy, and history intertwined.
Under the starlit sky, Hogwarts loomed like a silent guardian, its towering spires piercing the heavens. The mist-shrouded Black Forest stretched on its borders, whispering ancient secrets through the rustling leaves. The castle itself, constructed of weathered stone, bore the marks of time, each crack and crevice a testament to its storied past. Its turrets and towers reached high, silhouetted against the night, as though standing at the threshold of another realm.
Inside, the vast Great Hall lay in patient silence, awaiting the arrival of eager students. Four long tables, representing Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, stretched across the hall, still unoccupied. Above, countless floating candles cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the enchanted ceiling that mirrored the twinkling stars outside. Soon, the room would echo with laughter and chatter, as students gathered for their first feast of the year, a meal lovingly prepared by the tireless house elves.
Beyond the Great Hall, deep within the castle's heart, lay the library—its towering shelves packed with an endless collection of magical tomes. Ancient scrolls whispered forgotten spells, while modern books unveiled the latest magical discoveries. In this sacred sanctuary of knowledge, students would lose themselves in the pursuit of arcane mysteries, the faint rustling of parchment and murmured discussions forming a quiet symphony of academia.
Stepping outside, the sprawling Hogwarts grounds unfolded like a dream. The vast courtyard gave way to an endless stretch of green, where the Black Lake rested in eerie stillness. The water, smooth as glass, mirrored the castle's reflection along with the drifting clouds above. On clear nights, students often walked its banks, basking in the moonlight and whispering secrets to the wind.
The Astronomy Tower stood as the highest vantage point, where a massive telescope pointed toward the heavens. It was here that students delved into the mysteries of the cosmos, tracing constellations and deciphering the secrets of distant galaxies. Beneath the starlit sky, Hogwarts transformed into something even more mystical, a place where magic breathed through every stone and shadow.
And then—
That magical serenity was shattered by Lin Mei's unexpected arrival.
At that moment, in the Headmaster's office, Albus Dumbledore was preparing for the start of term when an immense magical disturbance rippled through the air.
"What chaotic magic," Dumbledore murmured, his eyes narrowing. With a flick of his wand, he vanished in an instant, stepping beyond the castle's walls.
But he was not the only one drawn by the anomaly.
Professors across Hogwarts turned their attention to the skies, their senses tingling from the raw energy emanating from Lin Mei. It was impossible to ignore—the sheer magic coursing through the boy was like a beacon in the night.
"Headmaster, that's a child!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, eyes widening as Lin Mei spun wildly, caught in the grip of uncontrolled magic.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Snape hissed, his wand slashing through the air.
But the spell failed. Lin Mei's body resisted, his rampant magic defying the professor's control. Strands of raw energy spiraled outward, lashing at the very air around him. Some of it even broke free, twisting unpredictably.
"Impossible…" Snape muttered, his brows furrowing. "He's in a highly unstable state."
"Could he be…a Silent?"
Dumbledore's expression darkened. The phenomenon was rare, but unmistakable. A storm of memories flickered through his mind, yet he remained silent, watching.
Meanwhile, Lin Mei remained unconscious, tossed about like a leaf in the wind. His body, unable to contain the magic surging within him, struggled to stabilize itself. His condition was precarious—his very life at risk.
McGonagall took swift action.
"Immobulus!" she intoned, her voice steady and firm.
This time, the spell took hold. Lin Mei's body stiffened, his magic momentarily frozen in place.
"I'll fetch a broom," Madam Hooch announced, preparing to take flight and retrieve the boy.
"There's no need, Madam Hooch," Dumbledore interjected, raising a hand. Drawing his elder wand, he cast a silent spell, gently pulling Lin Mei from the air and lowering him to the ground.
As the boy's small, scarred frame came into view, McGonagall gasped softly. She wiped at the corners of her eyes, overcome with emotion.
"Oh, the poor child…" she whispered.
Madam Pomfrey, ever the vigilant healer, stepped forward. "Headmaster, we must treat him immediately. If we delay—"
"Not yet," Dumbledore interrupted, his gaze intent. "His magic is still unstable. Approaching him now could be dangerous."
"But his injuries—" Pomfrey protested, her concern evident.
Dumbledore remained still, studying Lin Mei's form carefully. And then, he saw it—
The boy's body was adapting. Slowly but surely, the chaotic magic within him was stabilizing itself, his wounds knitting together with an almost unnatural speed.
"Fascinating…" Dumbledore whispered.
With a gentle wave of his wand, he infused Lin Mei's body with a warmth of healing magic, easing the worst of his wounds.
For now, all they could do was wait—and watch.
It was Professor McGonagall who spoke first, her voice tinged with astonishment. "Incredible! I've never seen magic used in such a way before!"
Her sharp eyes observed Lin Mei closely, noting peculiarities about him that defied easy explanation.
"The term is about to begin, and now, out of nowhere, this mysterious child appears at our doorstep. Could there be something more to this?" she mused aloud.
Snape, standing nearby with his arms folded, narrowed his eyes at Lin Mei. "I recall that Potter boy is set to start this year as well, isn't he?" he remarked, his voice laced with suspicion.
It was in the Potions Master's nature to connect unusual events to Harry Potter. Any anomaly, no matter how distant, seemed to put Snape on edge when the boy was involved.
Dumbledore, ever the voice of reason, responded with a serene smile. "Time will reveal whether there is a larger scheme at play. But a child, no matter his origins, does not deserve immediate suspicion. Our duty at Hogwarts is to teach and protect, not to leap to conclusions."
His words were gentle yet unwavering, his gaze filled with wisdom and compassion.
Snape hesitated, his expression unreadable. "Of course, Headmaster. I am merely... concerned." His tone carried the faintest trace of unease, but he inclined his head in respect for Dumbledore's judgment.
Dumbledore studied him for a moment before placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I understand, Severus. Your vigilance is not misplaced. But remember—every life has a purpose, and this child is no exception. Perhaps his arrival marks the beginning of a new chapter for Hogwarts."
The words hung in the air, carrying with them a quiet sense of fate and possibility.
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