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After selecting his wand, a sense of fulfillment and anticipation washed over Harry. With the day's successful foray into the magical world drawing to a close, he decided to end it with a pleasant meal. Accompanied by Misty, the Potter family house-elf, Harry and Petunia ventured into a quaint restaurant that served both magical and non-magical cuisine.
Misty, with her typical house-elf demeanor, was eager to serve Harry and Petunia. Her speech, characterized by its broken structure and high-pitched tone, was endearing to Harry, who had quickly grown fond of her. "Misty can cook for Master Harry and Mistress Petunia, but Misty also likes to try new foods," she said, her large eyes glancing around the restaurant curiously.
Petunia, still adjusting to the magical elements of the world, watched Misty with a mix of fascination and bemusement. "It's quite alright, Misty. Let's all enjoy a meal together," she said, her voice softer than usual.
As they settled at a table, Nigel's voice chimed in Harry's mind, "Dining with a house-elf and a Muggle in a wizarding restaurant. How very cosmopolitan of you, Master Harry."
Harry suppressed a chuckle. "It's a new experience for all of us, Nigel," he replied silently.
The restaurant was a cozy establishment, with a warm ambiance that blended elements from both magical and non-magical worlds. The menu was an intriguing mix of dishes, some familiar to Petunia and others completely foreign.
Harry decided to order a variety of dishes for them to try. "Let's have a bit of everything. I think it's a great way for Aunty Petunia to get a taste of the magical world," he suggested.
Petunia, still wide-eyed at the magical displays around her, nodded in agreement. "Yes, let's do that. It all looks so... interesting."
Misty, meanwhile, was visibly excited to be part of the dining experience. "Misty will try what Master Harry recommends," she squeaked, her ears twitching in anticipation.
Their meal turned out to be a delightful array of magical and non-magical cuisines. From the traditional roast beef that Petunia enjoyed to the more exotic Fizzing Whizzbees that left them all giggling from the levitating sensation, the experience was a blend of comfort and wonder.
As they dined, Harry took the opportunity to explain some of the magical aspects of their meal to Petunia, who listened with rapt attention. "You see, Aunty, the magical world has its own unique ingredients and cooking methods, which can lead to some surprising effects," he explained, gesturing to a dish that emitted a soft glow.
After their fulfilling experience at the restaurant, Harry prepared to return home with Aunt Petunia and Misty, their new house-elf. Realizing that Misty had never been to Privet Drive, he instructed her to apparate there first to get a sense of the location before coming back for them. Before Misty disappeared with a soft pop, Harry turned to his aunt with a cautious tone. "Aunty, apparating can be a bit... um, discomforting. It can make your stomach churn. Be prepared."
Petunia, already apprehensive about the magical modes of transportation, nodded with a slightly pale face, her anxiety evident. "I'll try my best, Harry," she said, a nervous tremor in her voice.
While waiting for Misty's return, Harry noticed the curious glances from other patrons. "Quite the spectacle we are, aren't we?" Nigel commented dryly in Harry's mind, his words laced with his characteristic humor.
Harry smirked inwardly, replying silently, "Only if they knew who we were, Nigel."
Misty returned shortly, announcing her presence with a cheerful, "Misty is back! Misty found Master Harry's house!" Her speech added a layer of excitement to her words.
Harry smiled reassuringly at Petunia. "Ready, Aunty?"
Taking a deep breath, Petunia nodded, and both she and Harry each took one of Misty's hands. Misty's eyes sparkled as she prepared to apparate them.
"Here we go," Misty squeaked, and with a slight twist and a sensation of being squeezed through a tight tube, they were whisked away. The world spun around them in a dizzying blur of colors and sensations. Petunia's grip on Misty tightened, her knuckles turning white.
Harry, experiencing apparition for the first time, felt a peculiar sensation in his stomach, as if he were on a roller coaster with no sense of up or down. Nigel's voice echoed in his mind, "Brace yourself, Master Harry. It's quite the tumble through space and time."
As quickly as it had begun, the sensation ended, and they found themselves standing in their house. Petunia stumbled slightly, looking a bit green, but she managed to compose herself quickly. "That was... something," she said, her voice shaky.
Harry chuckled, feeling a bit queasy himself but exhilarated by the experience. "It's faster than Muggle transportation, at least."
Misty beamed with pride at successfully bringing them home. "Misty did good?"
"You did great, Misty," Harry assured her, patting her head gently.
Harry turned to Misty, his tone firm yet kind. "Welcome to your new home, Misty. While I'm at Hogwarts, you'll stay here with Aunty. You two take care of each other, okay?"
Misty's large eyes shimmered with excitement. "Misty will take care of Master Harry's home," she replied, her voice filled with a sense of purpose.
Harry nodded approvingly and continued, "Now, let's establish some rules, Misty." The elf's expression turned serious, her ears perking up in attention.
"Under no circumstances are you allowed to hurt yourself, no matter how bad you think you did," Harry said, recalling Nigel's advice about house-elf welfare. He knew their tendency for self-punishment and wanted to ensure Misty's well-being.
Misty's face contorted in confusion and sadness. "Master Harry!" she started to protest, but Harry was firm.
"This is an order," he asserted, leaving no room for argument.
Misty's ears drooped, a sign of her acquiescence. "Misty will do as Master Harry says," she murmured.
Harry then addressed a more delicate topic. "Now, about your clothing—" he began, but Misty's reaction was immediate and emotional.
"Master Harry wants to free Misty? Misty is a bad elf!" she wailed, tears forming in her eyes.
Harry quickly interjected, "Stop, Misty. I don't want to free you." The elf paused, her crying ceasing abruptly. "Really?" she asked, a glimmer of hope in her voice.
"Really," Harry sighed. "But I want you to dress nicely. Take this gold," he said, handing her a small pouch, "and go to Madam Malkin. Have her make clothes for you. Don't worry about the cost. Make sure your clothing represents me."
Misty, now understanding Harry's intentions, nodded vigorously. "Misty will do," she said, her tone filled with renewed determination.
"Good," Harry said, feeling relieved. "Lastly, this is a Muggle neighborhood. No one should see you or your magic. Understand?"
Misty nodded once more, her expression serious. "Misty understands, Master Harry."
With the rules established, Harry turned his attention to his Aunt Petunia. "Aunty, Misty will be here while I'm at Hogwarts. She's a great help and can do many things. Just... try not to be surprised by her magic."
Petunia, still adjusting to the magical elements in her life, gave a hesitant nod while feeling a pang of excitement. "I'll try, Harry. It's all still a bit overwhelming."
Harry smiled reassuringly. "You'll get used to it, Aunty. Misty is very kind and helpful."
Withdrawing to his room after the eventful day, Harry felt a sense of contentment. It was here, in the quiet solitude of his new room, that Harry's thoughts turned to making it more suitable for his needs.
"Misty," he called softly, and with a faint pop, the house-elf appeared, her eyes wide and eager. "Yes, Master Harry? How can Misty help?"
Harry surveyed the room thoughtfully. It was decent in size, but he needed more space, especially for his magical experiments and the Virtual Room. "Misty, see that wall?" He pointed to the adjacent wall, behind which lay an unused room. "I want you to create a door there. We're going to expand this room."
Misty's eyes sparkled with understanding. "Misty can do that!" And with a snap of her fingers, the once solid wall miraculously sprouted a door, seamlessly integrated as if it had always been there.
Harry peered through the new doorway, nodding in approval. "Now, Misty, I need you to expand both this room and the one next door. Make them larger on the inside but keep the house looking the same from the outside. Oh, and add proper ventilation, please."
"Right away, Master Harry!" Misty said, her voice tinged with excitement. With a series of deft snaps, the rooms began to reshape themselves. The walls stretched and shifted, the space expanding in a mesmerizing dance of magic. The air in the room shifted too, as a new ventilation system appeared, ensuring fresh air would circulate efficiently.
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