Chapter 5
It only took him some time before we were ready to go. To be honest, I knew where he was taking me, and I didn't really wanna go there, so I was planning to ditch them as soon as I could. After all, I am pretty sure that if he is this manipulative, then the redheads would be too. The only ones I genuinely wanted to meet were the twins.
As soon as we reached the lobby of the hospital, people there started to point at me and the old Dumbledore as well. Some came in front to shake his hand as well. Must be nice being this famous, I thought to myself as I just kept a blank face and gave everyone a look that would make them feel uncomfortable.
It made me happy to look at people when they became uncomfortable. I had noticed this in the SS universe as well. I loved to see people squirm for one reason or another. I was a bit sadistic; I loved to see people suffer a little. So I did my best to make such situations where they would be uncomfortable or suffer a little, though everyone knew that after our first nightmare, so everyone knew to dodge the landmines I would leave during conversations and all that.
But here, I can finally make people suffer. After all, people suffering was one of the most entertaining things to watch.
Though I wouldn't do anything that would cause a lot of harm, it's the common things that make people suffer, take small things that make their lives comfortable, and see them squirm when that thing is not there.
Ah, yes, a true evil villain is the person who makes people's lives hell in small ways. It's a way to bother them in a way that they would slowly go crazy or snap at some point.
A regular villain would make it so that you only suffer once, but an evil villain would make it last.
Though some people did say that their best friend did those kinds of things—it's called best friend energy, I would say.
As I was musing on all that, a loud flash from an old-school camera snapped me out of my thoughts, only for a flamboyant witch with curly, artificially styled blonde hair and large, glittering jewelled spectacles to appear in front of me. She wore a gaudy, brightly acid-green colored robe.
"Hello there, i am Rita Skeeter," she said forcefully, taking my hand into her own and shaking it. She had rather claw-like fingernails, scarlet-painted. She looked like a bitch in my opinion, and although I don't remember how she was in the movies, she was rather unpleasant to look at not her face; her face was quite nice it was her smile that made me wish I could pluck her teeth out.
"I would like to have a interview, after all i would like to know and more importantly the wizarind world would would like to know what happened to, i write for the daily profit by the way," she said as a notepad behind her started to write something on its own with the help of the quill.
"Now then, can you tell me your name and age for the record? And please tell me, how did it feel being experimented on by a dark wizard in this day and age?" she asked. However, I just gave her a look and turned back to old Dumbledore, who gave me a grandfatherly smile, making me wonder if that was the only thing he knew how to do, before he answered in my place.
"Now now, Rita, I know you have questions. As it happens to be, this child is unable to speak, and he is rather tired. Now, although I would like to answer your questions, I have a prior engagement with some friends of mine." as he repliedI moved forward and jumped to grab the quill and the notepad that was in the air. Although the quill seemed to struggle a bit, I forcefully pushed it down and wrote on the notepad:
{Is she a patient like me? Is she what people call a pedophile? What is daily profit? Is that why she is in the hospital?}
As I wrote the last sentence, I took a step back towards Dumbledore and gave Rita a pitiful gaze.
Although the smile on her face remained smiling her lips twitched a bit.
Not the reaction I imagined, however, it was good enough for now.
"No, young Nihilo, she is not a patient here. I don't know if she is one. The Daily Prophet is a newspaper publishing company that's why she is here," Dumbledore said to me as he game the answers to all my questions one by one, a smile on his face.
The people around us who had heard the whole conversation snickered, and some showed disgust when looking at Rita.
"I'm sorry, he is still young, Rita. You'll have to forgive him," he said, looking back at Rita.
He grabbed my shoulder, and a loud cry of a bird rang out, only for flames to engulf us. As the orange color of the flames faded, we were no longer in the hospital but in a small clearing in front of a house or at the very least, I would like to call it a house.
How it was standing was a mystery to me. However, it did look cool in my opinion. It was a five-story building with the ground floor looking like a regular house, and all the other floors looked like they were made by that game where you drop the floors on top of each other in a symmetric fashion. However, they played that game really badly.
While I was thinking that, one more person, or I should say being, joined us , it was the phoenix that had brought us here. I wondered if I would have to cook it in order to eat it, or would it be perfectly cooked because it's always on fire.
A question worth asking, I would say. As though it had heard the whole thought process, it gave me a side glance full of suspicion and stepped closer to Dumbledore's head, while standing on his shoulders.
Although I do wonder, if I somehow convince him to scoot over a little more, will his beard catch fire?
As I was musing on that, and wondering what to do in order to make him move, a woman who matched the description of Molly from the movies opened the window, and the small door under that to come out.. She was wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing—was she washing the dishes? However, I am pretty sure they had magic for that.
"Ah yes, Professor Dumbledore, it's been years since I last saw you," she said with a smile on her face, and soon she turned to me.
"Is that the boy you talked about in your letters?" she questioned right after.
"Ah yes, this is Nihilo. He is the same age as your son," he said as he pushed me from the back to approach the woman
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry for what happened to you. I reckon you must be hungry. How about we eat breakfast? I doubt you ate something back at the hospital. You should head in and sit at the dining table. I'll be right there, after I have a talk with Professor Dumbledore." She said as she hurried me over inside, and i followed.
Now, some people would try to listen in, in my situation. However, in my opinion, it was quite foolish to do so. If she's going to report everything about me to the old man, and I already know that, why would I try to listen in? I'll know if she does it anyway.
I can see—or more like, I can observe—everything in my surroundings. And when I say everything, I mean everything, in a radius of 20 meters in a circle around me. A perk of being an eldritch.
It's like that white-eyed clan from that one world, but my eyes are not that nerfed. I can observe everything in that 20-meter radius around me, though I can expand that radius by trying to focus, though I don't think my brain would be able to handle that much information.
As I entered in from that weird window/door, I found myself alone in the kitchen. Not everyone must have woken up by now. There were different trinkets around: the dishes were being washed on their own, a sweater was being knitted on its own, and the food was being prepared by itself.
A perk of being able to do magic, and in my opinion, it was a good one. Making your life easier is something I would say is quite good.
As I was observing that, a boy my age came downstairs. He was still in his sleepwear and rubbing his eyes. As he opened his eyes, he saw me, and I saw him. I used the notepad I had snatched along with the quill to write:
{hello there}
Although I doubt there was a legend that would understand this meme here in this universe—or maybe they started to launch the movies.
As I was thinking that, "AHHHHHGHHHHHH!" he screamed, pointing at my eyes as he shouted, "M-Monsterrrr!"