Albus Dumbledore had received a notification that a teenage American wizard had accidentally teleported himself to the forbidden forest. Unsurprisingly,
this was the least of his worries on such a busy day. Sometimes he really questioned his decision to take on three full-time jobs, but then reminded himself that it was necessary to prevent the wizarding world from collapsing.
Many wizards and witches were overly arrogant about their magical abilities, but in reality, they were insignificant compared to the wider world. Most adult wizards were classified as "Low Class" in terms of power,
with only a few reaching the "mid-class" level like himself and… Voldemort.
Albus thought aloud, "If only those purebloods knew that there were factions out there with literal children who far surpassed their precious dark lord in power... maybe it would humble them." Unfortunately,
or perhaps fortunately, the wizarding world had never gone to war with any faction other than themselves. Their numerous civil wars,
however, had only resulted in a further decline in their already dwindling numbers, which saddened Albus whenever he contemplated it.
After his moment of thought, Albus entered the Infirmary and caught sight of the boy he was looking for.
He momentarily froze when he noticed the striking resemblance between the boy and the scariest being he had ever encountered—Lucifer, the Devil himself.
Of course, it was not the real Lucifer but his current replacement. The boy possessed the same bright red hair, blue eyes, and supernatural handsomeness.
Albus discreetly observed the boy using his Mage sight from a distance, realizing that he was only half devil.
Albus couldn't determine if that was a good thing or not, as half devils were known to be extremely powerful in the Wider World, wielding both devil magic and human magic with great potency. On top of that they could even possess sacred gears naturally!
Approaching the boy, who was engrossed in reading a newspaper. He greeted the boy, "Hello there. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and welcome to Hogwarts.
I happen to be the Headmaster of this school, and it seems you've found yourself quite far from home." Albus introduced himself to Jake.
Jake, having finished his momentary freak out about the incorrect date on the paper, set it down and looked up at the old wizard who was addressing him.
He realized this was the head honcho of the school, fitting the stereotypical appearance with his eccentric wizard robes. "Oh, hey! How's it going? Yeah, I'm definitely far from home," Jake replied.
"I heard you're from America," Albus said. "It's quite impressive that you were able to teleport all the way across the Pacific Ocean.
But I suppose with your lineage, you certainly possess the magical aptitude to accomplish such a feat." Albus subtly probed, trying to confirm if Jake belonged to the Gremory family.
Jake sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Actually, I'm not exactly sure how I ended up here in England," he admitted, to which Albus jokingly corrected,
"Scotland, actually." Albus also noticed how Jake didn't want to respond to the lineage comment. He'd get him to confirm his thoughts at the very least.
"Either way," Jake continued, "I'm not entirely sure what happened. Truth be told, I didn't even know magic existed until today. Then some weird guys did some strange stuff to me, and bam, next thing I know, I'm in Scotland, apparently."
He chose not to mention the time travel aspect, considering it was a detail he needed to figure out on his own. Moreover, he knew better than to trust someone he had just met a minute ago.
Albus was genuinely surprised by Jake's statement, considering he had reached this age without any knowledge of magic. However, Albus supposed that he had witnessed stranger things in his lifetime,
such as an immortal dark lord who continuously evaded death. Putting aside his surprise, Albus inquired, "Well, do you at least know about your family?"
Jake let out another sigh as he ran his hand through his now red hair, which had magically transformed along with his sudden handsomeness.
Glancing at a nearby mirror and noticing his blue eyes, Jake shrugged off his changed appearance. "Yeah, before the group did whatever they did to teleport me, they mentioned that my father was someone called Z-something Gremory.
The name was long and sounded stupid, so I didn't pay much attention. But I definitely caught the last name," Jake explained.
Albus nodded with a serene smile on his face, but internally, he was taken aback. It wasn't that he didn't suspect Jake to be a Gremory, but the realization that he was apparently the half-brother of the Devil Himself made
Albus keenly aware that he needed to be on his best behavior around him. Reading Jake's mind with Legilimency, a practice he often employed with other students, was absolutely out of the question! If Jake's brother ever found out, it could mean certain death for Albus!
"Well, magical accidents happen to the best of us," Albus said, attempting to ease the tension. "If you'd like, I can arrange for a Portkey to send you back to America."
Albus wasn't particularly thrilled about having the brother of the Devil lingering in his school for longer than necessary. He hoped to handle the situation promptly and courteously, so he could send Jake on his way.
Jake, unfamiliar with the term "Portkey," speculated that it might be a magical term related to teleportation.
Learning that he was in a magic school and that there were other students his age, aside from the time travel aspect, caused Jake to reconsider his plans.
He had always felt destined for something more, and now that the opportunity was right in front of him, he decided to embrace it.
"Well, actually," Jake began, "since this is a magical school, and I don't know much about magic or anything for that matter,
I was wondering if I could study here for a while and learn some." He looked at the old man, hoping for a positive response.