Sanderel of Hogwarts

Some say magic requires incantations, a wand, years of study, and, above all, talent. But Modrane Sangrel has always felt that magic seemed to know him. Rain turned into birds at his fingertips. Flames danced to his will. Ancient magic whispered in his ears. Born into an ancient French wizarding family, Modrane wants only to enjoy life this time around. Study magic, read books, eat pastries, and travel now and then. And if possible, get a dragon someday. Or several, for that matter. As for England? As for Hogwarts? And that boy named Harry Potter, who’s about to receive a letter by owl? Modrane says, Who cares? But the Sangrel family clearly doesn’t agree. “Hogwarts has the greatest wizard of this age.” “So?” “So you have to go.” “…Can I refuse?” “Of course.” “Really?” “We’ll listen carefully to your opinion, then send you there according to the original plan.” “…” And so, a young French lord who wanted nothing more than to enjoy his second life in peace was forced to set out for Hogwarts. Castles, ghosts, potions, talking portraits, ancient legacies, secrets hidden in the depths of magic… And those British wizards who never make life easy. But that’s all right. No matter how important it is, it can wait until after breakfast.