The Basilisk Wizard of Hogwarts

The Hogwarts Express

September 1, 1991, Royal Berkshire Villa Gardens.

"Hurry up, Harry! Stop dawdling!"

Samel and the Morgans had already packed their belongings. Truth be told, there was an overwhelming amount to bring: brass scales, cauldrons, telescopes, and more. If not for his Undetectable Extension Charm-enhanced trunk, none of it would have fit.

"Wait a second! Hedwig hasn't come back yet!" Harry Potter shouted anxiously, scanning the edge of the woods. His owl, a gift from Hagrid for starting school, was something he treasured deeply.

Samel glanced back and embarrassedly realized he had also forgotten his own owl, Kate, leaving the owl cage empty.

"Don't worry, Harry. There are no predators in these woods that can harm owls," Samel reassured him. Soon enough, two owls—one large, one small—flew out of the forest and landed on their arms.

"Who knows what they've been eating in there? They’ve gotten noticeably heavier lately," Harry muttered as they walked. Samel smirked inwardly. What do owls eat? Snakes, obviously. The myth that owls ate nuts was absurd—they were raptors, carnivores. And in these woods, snakes were the easiest prey.

He didn’t care much about the forest’s snakes. His true focus had always been his "Four Titans"—and perhaps one tiny venomous serpent, too. Since he often slept naked, the little snake had inevitably been discovered.

**[Host: Samel Gaunt

Occupation: Wizard

Achievements: Orphanage King, Neighborhood Hero, Rebellious Apprentice

Talent: Parseltongue4

System Skills: Orochimaru's Ninjutsu Collection (Incomplete) Lv.3, Freestyle Combat Lv.4, Snape’s Glare2

Standard Spells: Transfiguration2, Alohomora1, Petrificus Totalus2, Stupefy2, Arresto Momentum2, Scourgify2, Avis2, Reducio3, Incarcerous3, Aguamenti3, Protego3, Lumos4, Wingardium Leviosa4, Confringo4

Magical Items: Blood Orchids*8

Pets: Cole (Burmese Python), Rebecca (Anaconda), Elijah (Reticulated Python), Finn (Rock Python)]**​

The past half-month had been relatively uneventful, with only two new spells added: Incarcerous and Avis. His Parseltongue had reached Level 4, thanks to practicing with Harry. Harry’s Parseltongue was fragmented—he couldn’t speak it consciously—so Samel had resorted to draping the tiny viper around his neck.

The effort paid off, though the viper’s sharp keeled scales left red scratches on his neck. His Reducio charm had also advanced to Level 3 through intense study, allowing him to shrink Cole to about five feet.

Yes, he planned to bring Cole—along with Rebecca, Elijah, and Finn. What Parselmouth wouldn’t travel with snakes? At Level 4, his bond with the "Four Titans" had solidified into an unbreakable pact, immune to other Parselmouths’ influence.

His trunk, magically expanded, comfortably housed the serpents. After consuming another Blood Orchid each, they had shed their skins, poised for another growth spurt.

...

"Son, is there really a Platform 9¾?" Mr. Morgan asked, bewildered by the bustling King’s Cross Station. Mrs. Morgan shared his skepticism.

"Relax, it’s written on the ticket. Harry’s too," Samel replied, producing his ticket and nodding at Harry to do the same. Reassured, his parents sighed.

"Mom, Dad, you don’t need to see me off. I’ll write," Samel said abruptly, dragging Harry away before they could protest. The magical world was too dangerous for Muggles. If Aurors patrolling the station spotted them, their flawed Memory Charms could jeopardize his parents’ careers—a doctor and a lawyer.

Sprinting between Platforms 9 and 10, Harry panted heavily while Samel remained unfazed—his daily runs were far more grueling.

"Samel, where’s the platform?" Harry asked, confused.

"See that wall between 9 and 10? Close your eyes and run at it. Trust me."

Samel wasn’t entirely sure himself—he’d only seen it in movies. But Harry charged forward without hesitation. Watching the wall ripple, Samel followed.

The sight of the scarlet steam engine struck Samel with awe—and pity. Has magic uplifted wizards, or have wizards stifled magical progress?

They found an empty compartment, early enough to avoid crowds. With a flick of his wand, Samel summoned Magical Drafts and Potions: Beginner’s Level from his trunk. Cole slithered out, now comfortably small thanks to Reducio.

"Harry, study your Potions textbook. You’ll need it," Samel advised, certain he’d be Sorted into Slytherin. A Parselmouth craving power and legacy? The Sorting Hat would be broken otherwise. And with Snape as Head of House, proximity to Harry would draw scrutiny.

Harry obediently rummaged through his non-expanded trunk for the book. Meanwhile, Kate and Hedwig eyed Cole, emboldened by his shrunken size—until the python reared up, still radiating primal menace despite his diminutive form.

A sharp glare from Samel silenced both owls and snakes. Hedwig huddled, mentally chanting "Don’t see me"—a lesson learned after weeks of Samel’s "experiments" on Kate. Plucking feathers and drawing blood, he’d tried (and failed) to determine if their post owls had magical lineage. Hedwig, spared direct torment, had gotten the message.

Perhaps it was the duo’s studious aura, but the Hogwarts Express corridor buzzed with life while their compartment remained eerily vacant—a bubble of academic intensity in a train of excitement.