Anduin's Moving Castle (Request for Monthly and Recommended Votes)

Seeing Anduin openly say something so outrageous, Harry couldn't help swallowing. After spending more time with him, he had realized that Uncle Wilson wasn't quite what he had imagined. His contempt for rules ran bone-deep.

At the same time, from what he had seen over the past year, Harry could tell that Anduin was very good at using rules to his own advantage. Almost all the Alchemical Products he'd seen from the Silver Flash Merchant were copies of items from the Muggle World, yet they weren't affected by the Secrecy Law at all.

There was still so much I could learn from Uncle Wilson! Harry didn't know that Anduin had already started to rub off on him without his even realizing it.

As the two chatted idly, they walked out of the foreign Cross Station and came face-to-face with Vernon Dursley, who had come to pick Harry up.

As Harry's uncle by marriage, Vernon had never liked his nephew, even when Harry was a child, and had treated him almost abusively. But he hadn't entirely neglected him as his guardian. At the very least, he still picked Harry up and dropped him off when he traveled to and from King's Cross Station for school.

Of course, that might also have had something to do with Hagrid threatening them when he delivered Harry's letter of admission.

"Damn it, how can that train to your freakish school be so late? Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

Before Harry could even approach him, Vernon complained irritably, keeping a wary eye on Anduin at his side.

Though the young man looked polite and well-mannered, Vernon knew that the place Harry went to school was full of a bunch of bizarre weirdos.

"Who are you calling a freakish school? It's Hogwarts, the most