Harry Potter: My Life as Hermione’s Houseguest

When that powerful surge of magic rippled out from the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore—quietly reading in his office—snapped his head up, eyes suddenly sharp.

Moments later, there was a knock at his door. It was Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, that magical disturbance—was it the boy?" she blurted, her voice tight with worry.

Dumbledore sighed. "Minerva, your instincts rarely fail you. I fear it was indeed that child."

"Then let's go. We must see for ourselves!" McGonagall urged, anxious.

"I was just about to head there," Dumbledore agreed, rising from his chair.

At that moment, Professor Sprout and Professor Snape arrived almost simultaneously, both wearing grave expressions—though Snape's remained carefully masked behind his usual chilly composure.

"Come. Let's go together," Dumbledore said, reading their intent at a glance.

And so, the four professors of Hogwarts made their way swiftly toward the part of the Forbidden Forest where the magical explosion had occurred.

It wasn't long before they found Qin Yu, unconscious. They carried him back to the castle and entrusted him to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing.

…

Meanwhile, somewhere in Egypt.

The time zone here was an hour ahead of Hogwarts—the night deeper, the darkness more absolute.

Under the pale moonlight, a pyramid stood silent and eternal.

To a passing Muggle, the landscape would be nothing but endless yellow sand. The pyramid was hidden from non-magical eyes, visible only to wizards.

Outside, several wizards busied themselves, sorting through their most recent finds.

Suddenly, a flurry of small, frantic creatures burst from the pyramid's entrance. Their fur was black as pitch, their snouts long and duck-like.

"What's got into the Nifflers today? We sent them in to hunt for treasure, and now they're all bolting out!" muttered a short-bearded wizard, frowning. These creatures—Nifflers—were famed for their uncanny ability to sniff out shiny things.

"They were restless last summer too, but never this wild," another wizard added, concern in his voice.

A young wizard managed to scoop up one of the panicked Nifflers, gently stroking its head to calm it.

"Bill, any idea what's spooked them?" the short-bearded wizard asked.

"I'm not sure," replied Bill, his sun-darkened face unusually serious. "According to the old Gringotts goblin records, there shouldn't be any high-level curses here. So what's got the Nifflers so worked up...?"

Had Qin Yu been there, he'd have recognized this young man immediately—Bill Weasley, the curse-breaker he'd encountered twice before.

Before the wizards could puzzle it out, a terrifying wave of power surged from deep within the pyramid.

A blinding white light erupted from its heart, shooting straight into the sky—so dazzling it eclipsed the full moon above.

A heartbeat later, that pillar of light plummeted earthward like a falling star, vanishing somewhere to their southeast.

"What in Merlin's name just happened?" the short-bearded wizard murmured, stunned.

"We need to report this to Gringotts. For now, nobody goes back inside," Bill said, worry etched on his face.

"Right—let's just finish cataloguing the treasures we've already removed. Safety first, yeah?" another wizard chimed in hastily.

No one disagreed. They gathered up the Nifflers and retreated, moving their camp two kilometers away to await Gringotts' instructions.

…

What Bill and the other curse-breakers didn't know was that, at that very moment, similar phenomena were unfolding all across the globe: on the banks of the Tunguska River northwest of Lake Baikal in Siberia, beneath the Atlantic near the Strait of Gibraltar, atop a perpetually snow-capped Himalayan peak, and deep in the tropical jungles north of the Panama Canal. Each site erupted with the same energy surge and a pillar of light that pierced the heavens.

The spectacle was impossible to ignore. Muggles everywhere witnessed it, sparking frenzied speculation and wild theories across the non-magical world. Yet, even decades later, these mysteries would remain unsolved.

Of course, the affairs of the Muggle world mattered little to wizards.

…

Somewhere beyond the reach of human understanding.

Within a shrouded, misty darkness, five flames—each a different color—flared to life, one by one.

"Gamma, Delta, Sigma, Psi… Only the five of us have awakened?" asked a white flame, its voice heavy with sorrow.

"Yes, Alpha. The others failed to wake for various reasons. And I can confirm—Omicron is dead. He'll never rise to fight at our side again…" replied a flame of deep green.

Silence fell among the five.

"Comrades, do you remember our mission?" the white flame spoke again.

"We do! Guard the world—destroy the World-Ender!" the other four flames answered as one.

"Exactly. Our awakening in these ruins can only mean the true World-Ender has appeared. Whether he is already powerful, or still growing, our duty is clear: we must eliminate him!" The white flame's voice rang out, resolute.

"Guard the world, no regrets in death!" the four flames replied in unison.

"Then set aside our grief. Seek out our chosen vessels. Help them grow strong—until the World-Ender is destroyed!" the white flame declared, solemn and commanding.

"For the world!" the four flames echoed.

"For the world!" the white flame affirmed.

All at once, the five flames vanished, plunging the space back into swirling darkness.

…

Qin Yu awoke the next morning from a dream that seemed to stretch on forever.

In the dream, he'd been back in his old life—a nine-to-five office drone, chained to routine.

But one day, a little brown-haired girl kicked open his door, shouting at him as he played video games: "Qin, why haven't you come back yet?!"

He looked up, and her features seemed strangely familiar.

"Come back where?" he asked, confused.

"To the magical world, of course!" the girl huffed, eyes wide.

Only then did he recognize her—Hermione, the girl who'd once given him an envelope stuffed with flowers and leaves.

"Alright, I'm coming right now," Qin Yu nodded eagerly.

He reached out and grasped her small, soft hand…

And then he woke up.

For a moment, he stared blankly at the vaulted ceiling above, unsure where he was.

But then he spotted a familiar wand resting on the bedside table—a wand of silver lime wood.

He reached for it, fingers curling around the silvery shaft, and pointed it at a teacup on the table.

Wingardium Leviosa.

The teacup rose smoothly into the air, floating before him. A slow, relieved smile spread across his lips.

"Qin, now isn't the best time to be using magic," came a gentle, motherly voice.

Qin Yu turned to see Madam Pomfrey standing at his bedside.

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