There Is No Magic at the Magic Academy

[Set in the Harry Potter universe]

I’ve been locked up in a strange “school of magic” where the first rule is that magic is forbidden.

Our wands are branches we picked up in the park, and their only use is for morning exercises. Our combat class consists of running laps, supposedly to “train our spellcasting focus.” Like a flock of penned-up sheep, day after day we play this ridiculous game of make-believe.

Then two Brits in robes appeared in the middle of the sports field with a Portkey, exposing the emperor’s new clothes.

Furious at being deceived, they were ready to abandon this magical wasteland forever when I stepped forward.

Meanwhile, far away in Azkaban, a dark wizard on par with Voldemort has regained his freedom, and the world’s illusion of peace is about to be torn apart.

They need a genius who can break the rules, an ally who can turn the tide, and a Chosen One destined to save the day.

I took hold of the wand that belonged to the strong and cast a Reducto, stunning everyone.

He turned to me and asked, “Hey, kid. Want to come with me to Hogwarts?”