Harry Potter: Wizards Supersmacy

Chapter -2.

Brian was busy spotting the teachers when he finally noticed Professor Flitwick. 

Phew! He almost missed him; the little professor was nearly hidden behind all the food on the dining table.

Most of the teachers were familiar to him, but there were a few he didn't recognize—those minor characters who didn't pop up much in the original story. Their names were a total mystery to him.

Shifting his focus, Brian started to take in the Slytherin table and its lively classmates.

Slytherin was known for being the home of pure-blood wizards, and it was filled with kids from long-established wizarding families. They held onto their pure-blood pride while also showing off a certain old-world charm in their manners, which was pretty clear in how they carried themselves.

But let's be real—these eleven-year-olds weren't exactly the epitome of high standards. Take Draco Malfoy, for instance. He was leaning awkwardly while chatting with two big guys who nodded along and occasionally grinned like they were a bit lost. Brian figured these must be Crabbe and Goyle, though he couldn't tell them apart.

Across from Malfoy sat a girl who wasn't exactly a beauty. She was tilting her head and chatting excitedly with the girl next to her, sneaking glances at Malfoy every now and then. Brian caught the other girl calling her Pansy.

He had always thought the original story was told from Harry's point of view, which might have made some characters seem worse than they really were. But honestly, Pansy wasn't winning any beauty contests, though she had a certain awkward cuteness about her at this age.

Then there was a blonde girl who caught Brian's eye a few times. She had stunning blue eyes, skin as fair as milk, and a graceful demeanor that reminded him of a young lady from a noble family. She was skillfully cutting her steak, nodding along with the girls around her, and there was a spark of pride in her eyes that was typical of Slytherins. She seemed a bit aloof but composed.

When their eyes met for a brief moment, they both exchanged polite smiles before looking away.

Eventually, Brian stopped scanning the hall; his head was pounding, and all he wanted was a good night's sleep.

After what felt like forever, dinner wrapped up. 

Dumbledore stood up to share some important reminders, like the rules about the Forbidden Forest, not casting spells in the hallways during breaks, and definitely not wandering into the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor. Brian couldn't help but notice a mischievous twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes when he mentioned that last one.

After singing the school song, the long welcome ceremony finally came to a close.

During the song, Brian just moved his lips a few times. When he stood up, his head hurt so much that he nearly fainted, feeling like it might explode at any moment.

When Dumbledore announced that everyone could head back to their dorms, a little "ding" went off in Brian's mind.

He forced himself to focus and noticed a line of small text that seemed to pop into his head: 

[Witnessed the opening ceremony, Witness Points +1]

Brian tried to wrap his tired brain around it but decided to put it aside for now. He really needed some rest; he felt like he could drop at any second.

The new Slytherins followed their prefect, Emma Farley, out of the hall and down the marble staircase, finally stopping in front of a blank stone wall behind the dungeons.

Emma said the password: "Noble."

The stone door hidden behind the wall slowly creaked open, revealing a cozy common room that felt a bit like a basement, with green lights hanging from the ceiling. Outside the window, the dark waters of a lake could be seen, occasionally shadowed by large shapes, while the fireplace kept the room warm and inviting.

Brian didn't have time to take in the surroundings; he just wanted to find his dormitory and collapse onto the four-poster bed labeled "Brian Walker," quickly drifting off into a deep sleep.

In his dreams, his head exploded, and a whirlwind of chaotic memories flooded in.

He experienced the life of a boy for eleven years from a first-person perspective.

The next morning, Brian woke up early, and the headache was gone.

He looked in the mirror at the thin, pale boy staring back at him. He had smooth black hair that was a bit long in the front, slightly covering his somewhat melancholic black eyes.

Brushing aside the hair that partially obscured his view, the boy in the mirror had a pale complexion, as if he hadn't seen the sun in ages, and his beautiful black eyes held a depth that felt like the vastness of the universe, giving him an elegant yet melancholic vibe, like a medieval noble.

His features were delicate; he wouldn't exactly be called handsome, but rather cute or pretty.

Brian had inherited his father's black hair and eyes, along with his pale skin, and he also got his mother's lovely looks. Although his dad, Mr. Walker, often joked that Brian didn't inherit the family's signature hooked nose.

As one of the pure-blood twenty-eight families, the Walker family lived in a grand estate in Hampshire, enjoying immense wealth.

Mr. Walker was known for his sharp business sense; like Mr. Malfoy, he was also on the Hogwarts Board of Governors and had a knack for befriending many Ministry of Magic officials.

However, he wasn't keen on taking a position in the Ministry. After all, the last Minister of Magic from the Walker family was ousted during Grindelwald's rampage, so the family wasn't too excited about getting involved in that world.

Humility and a low profile were family traditions passed down through generations. Mr. Walker always said that no one understood the importance of self-preservation better than he did.

Of course, there were some less-than-great aspects too; like many pure-blood families, Mr. Walker was a blood purist, strongly advocating for blood purity.

For instance, he had once been a Death Eater.

Brian had seen the Dark Mark on Mr. Walker's arm and even thought it looked "cool."

During the Dark Lord's reign, Mr. Walker quietly supported his cause, but he was discreet enough to provide help through wealth, connections, and a family legacy of magic and items, so he wasn't well-known to outsiders while still keeping good relationships with them.

He even maintained a friendship with the Lestranges; whether for alliance or other reasons, he made Bellatrix Brian's godmother.

However, after the Dark Lord fell, Mr. Walker, like all the Death Eaters who escaped punishment, claimed he was just under the Imperius Curse and denied everything about the Dark Lord.

Getting away with it wasn't too hard, especially for someone like Mr. Walker, who was discreet and wealthy.

Similarly, Mr. Walker never talked to Brian about his godmother, who was currently locked up in Azkaban. Brian only found out by chance.

For Mr. Walker, investing in the Dark Lord's cause was probably the worst business decision he ever made. Luckily, he was humble enough that the Walker family's reputation was a bit better than the Malfoy family's, though still limited.

Yet it was clear that Mr. Walker still supported the Dark Lord; he had lamented more than once about the benefits of the Dark Lord's reign, when pure-blood aristocrats reached the peak of their power, able to torment Muggles at will and capture those Mudbloods who tarnished the wizarding world.

Finding out that his dad was a Death Eater was a tough pill to swallow.

Brian sighed, feeling helpless; in his eyes, the wizarding world didn't need a Dark Lord.

If there had to be one, it could only be him.

But Brian didn't really think that way; he thought it was the silliest idea to position himself as the Dark Lord, standing against the majority of the world.

As for his mom, Mrs. Betty Walker, she was the youngest sister of the Prewett family.

So Molly Weasley is her older sister.

Funny enough, Ron Weasley would even have to call him cousin.

But that didn't mean much; to be honest, all pure-blood wizarding families have some distant or close kinship.

Mrs. Walker never interacted with Mrs. Weasley; she even forbade Brian from contacting anyone from the Weasley family.

Whenever Mrs. Weasley came up in conversation, Mrs. Walker's tone dripped with resentment.

Mrs. Walker was a meticulous woman; she was the opposite of Mrs. Weasley, always speaking softly and maintaining her poise and grace, keen on attending and hosting parties and balls, living a luxurious life like a medieval noblewoman.

Influenced by his parents, Brian Walker was a low-key and introverted child, often preferring to hide his eyes behind his long hair, much to the chagrin of his appearance-conscious mom.

He spoke little, walked with his head slightly bowed, and tried to avoid making eye contact with others. He had good manners, and elegant etiquette was ingrained in every aspect of his life.

Like most pure-blood families, the little wizard firmly believed in pure-blood supremacy.

At the same time, he had a slight obsession inherited from Mrs. Walker.

Right now, Brian had kept the original elegance and demeanor while overcoming the original's insecurity. He enjoyed brushing his hair back, revealing his black eyes that always seemed to hold a hint of melancholy but remained calm and composed.

Of course, combined with a bit of cleanliness and obsession from his past life, it seemed to have intensified. For example, he really wanted to drown the Sorting Hat in the pond outside; it was very important.

TL/N : Reading This? Add it to library and throw some powerstones!!!