(Myaardi)

The last demon fell to Kire's volley of solar javelins. He then turned to the group. "Thank you for the assist," he said. The solar knight then looked around. "Have you seen anything that may be of interest?"

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(Pottermore)

"Thank you very much for the accomodations, Professor," Captain Carson said. She then watched as the Sorting Ceremony began.

The feast continued for the next few hours with plenty of courses of dessert and of course, butterbeer.

Ms. Swimmer delicately ate some vegetarian shepherd's pie as the Crestwood Dragons lined up to be sorted. She overheard someone mentioning something about "non-Human magical students" and if they would legally be beasts under the Ministry of Magic's classification system.

The officer was a bit startled by the voice coming from the stone dragon and the door opening on its own. He was of course, aware of the multiple attempts on Stripetail's life. After all, Gotham PD was tasked with Stripetail's protection. When he entered the main hall, he was struck by the alien landscapes depicted on the tapestries and paintings. As he looked upon, he realized that museums in Gotham would pay practically anything to get these artworks in their collections.

At the end of the hallway was a door that appeared to be made from solid marble, its glossy black surface veined with streaks of gold and silver. He stood at the door and waited for Stripetail to open the door.

A car stopped outside the compound where Stripetail and the rest of his retinue was staying.

A well-dressed man stepped outside and flashed a Gotham PD badge to the two armed guards outside. After checking the ID, they nodded and allowed the man passage. As he walked through, he was struck by how...normal everything looked. There were various toons/people practicing for the games, relaxing or doing whatever. Although he had to admit, the sight of a tennis game that involved a tennis ball with arms and legs was a completely new one.

He stopped by a small building he assumed to be Stripetail's personal quarters with its aged wood walls that gleamed with an unnatural but yet, beautiful shine. The man shuddered as the two decorative stone dragons turned their heads to watch him. He stopped in front of the ornate hardwood door with its filigrees of weathered bronze. A polished bronze gargoyle knocker stood out against the more subdued and earthy hues of the door. He picked up the ring and gave the door a few knocks.

(Hogwarts, Pottermore)

The boats had made it to shore and the new students were disembarking. Despite the cool, misty — some would say, ominous — atmosphere of the moors, the staff tried their best to make the new students feel welcome. Captain Carson discreetly looked around for anything she thought was dangerous. She couldn't be too careful after her memory had been wiped.

Soon, everyone found themselves inside the foyer of Hogwarts. As befitting its stature, the foyer provided a straight up vertical view of all the floors. A massive glass skylight let in watery beams of light. Ms. Swimmer blinked as she saw the great stone steps moving back and forth overhead. She could also see ghosts flitting through the air. Torches and candles attached to holders fastened onto the stone walls and onto iron lanterns and chandaliers added to the medieval feel of the castle.

"Reminds me of the Inglorious Hotel, but this is even larger," she muttered.

She abruptly stopped as the crowd paused in front of a pair of great wooden doors.

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(Myaardi)

 "Very well," Kire said. "I shall take you to the underworld entrance." He then got up and led the way out of the Daybloom Inn. The air in the village was clean and crisp. Interestingly, no one paid any attention to the group.

Fortunately, the walk was not a long one and the group was stopped in front of an unremarkable wood door set in a hillside. Kire then flung open the door, revealing a room that had a single lantern hanging on a hook near the door and a very deep hole surrounded by a fence.

"Well, here we are," Kire said. "The hellevator. It's a direct link to the underworld."

"Are you s----ing me?" Deimos asked, peering down the seemingly bottomless pit.

"Nope. When I need to get to the underworld, I simply just jump in."

Mr. Bigmouth rubbed his muzzle. "Kire, is there a another way down?"

"Well, we can explore the caves. They might have a more twisting, winding path to the underworld."

"Right, I'm going to see how deep this hole is." Mr. Bigmouth took off his messenger bag.

"It's a little over a mile and a half. Straight drop."

Deimos sighed. "If we could fly this wouldn't be a problem."

(Hogwarts, Pottermore)

The Hogwarts Express stopped at the train station just outside the perimeter of Hogwarts. There, rising from the misty moors loomed the great stone castle of Hogwarts. As was usual, the day was overcast, lending the area a forbidding aura.

The chaperones guided the crowd of students down to the docks where several small boats were moored on a black, glassy lake.

Ms. Swimmer looked nervously at them. She wasn't sure if the boat could hold her. Meanwhile, Captain Carson had fallen into the role of instructor and was shepherding "her" students to one of the boats.

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(Myaardi)

Of course, Chong had Myaardi to be an attractive site for his search for magical weaponry and other artifacts. But rather obviously, he had dispatched a second team with a shuttle containing a rather specialized piece of equipment known as a nanolathe, purchased (or more likely stolen) from somewhere in the Polaris Galaxy. This piece of equipment, when connected to an appropriately equipped storage container and provided with the proper plans was capable of making anything from vehicles to tools.

As such, the team had settled somewhere in one of the far corners of Myaardi and were busy building a base to start searching. Of course, the base was very primitive. Just the shuttle and some personnel aboard some lightly armed dune buggies and robotic miners fanning out to explore the plain they were located on as well as to dig for resources. Of course, like much of the land in Myaardi there were already some substantial openings in the ground that just needed some expansion and could potentially lead to a cave or other such areas.

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Kire had led Deimos, Mr. Bigmouth and the others to banquet hall in the Daybloom Inn. As there was no true conference room, this location would have to do as one.

"Now," Kire began. "Myaardi is not an exceptionally large world but it is very rich in terms of locations. We have to decide where to start. I previously mentioned the underworld since it is rich in hellstone, an eternally burning rock that produces lava when it is mined and is useful in the making of armor and weapons. And from what you have told me of Chong, he is likely to look for materials he can craft into weapons as well as weapons themselves."

"What about the surface?" Mr. Bigmouth asked. "Depending on the conditions of the underworld, we may not be able to join you. And getting there is likely a difficult task. We can scour the surface while you explore the underworld, given that you know this planet the best."

The solar knight held a gauntleted hand to his chin. "Well, I can take you the entrance of the underworld. And we can go from there?"

"And where is the entrance?"

"In town."

Welcome back!

(Pottermore)

When Captain Carson and her group were out of sight, the "stray cat" morphed into lean man with striking red hair as well as a red beard. He jotted down some notes on a notepad with a quill and then with a quiet pop, he Disapparated.

Little did the group know that they had just been spotted by one of Minister Fudge's spies.

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Ms. Swimmer nodded. "Hopefully Captain Carson will arrive soon. It would be very bad if the train left and stranded her here." She shuddered. If it was revealed Captain Carson was actually a Muggle, the consequences could be dire. At best, they'd be banned from Hogsmeade. At worst, a memory wipe or even execution was possible. After all, this was a world that had a strong bias against non-mages.

The Saurolophus touched her wooden staff. Her visiting instructor pass was a rolled up scroll tucked inside a pocket of her robe. The staff at the office had bought her story about being a water magic instructor at the Vesuvio School of Dragon Studies. The forged ID from that school — courtesy of Stripetail's magic — helped as well.

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(Myaardi)

Mr. Bigmouth and Deimos were rooming together in one of the Daybloom Inn's rooms.

"F---," Deimos said, shucking his armor and placing it on a nearby armor stand. "Where are we going to find Chong?"

Mr. Bigmouth started digging in his messenger bag as he started to set up his communications gear for communicating with the shuttle, which would then relay it over to the communications equipment aboard Spire of Winter, which would they relay it to Stripetail or Captain Carson. "We'd have to follow Kire's lead. He's the one who likely knows where all the powerful artifacts and weapons aboard this planet are."

The study session went smoothly with Melanie struggling slightly with physics but Max's explanation had proved far more enlightening than the classes. She looked at the clock on the wall.

"Oh my gosh!" Melanie exclaimed. "It's a little past two hours! Dad's going to pissed if I show up too late! Thanks, Dana, Max for the study session!" She quickly packed up her school supplies and darted out of the house, stopping briefly to bid Mr. Tan farewell.

Hopping in her car and pulling out of the driveway, she drove out of their neighborhood and into Neo-Gotham itself. She only hoped she could make a quick stop to discreetly change into her 10 outfit. 

(Pottermore)

As Stripetail's spell would not take immediate effect (and Captain Carson was far away enough that Muggle Repelling Charm no longer affected her), Ember's group had caught easily caught up with her. The woman then looked at the group. "The candies should not be that expensive. Or is there a limit that prevents you from buying all three types?"

The whole situation looked incredibly strange with a tall woman dressed in an immaculate bottle green robe with the classic conical wizard's hat walking alongside a railroad track in the middle of the moors and accompanied by what appeared to be two dragons and some unknown horned creature. Luckily, there was no one around except for the group.

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Ms. Swimmer was enjoying some of the Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. She coughed as one of the beans she ate turned out to be "oil paint" flavored. She spat out the offending candy and hastily took a pull from her bottle of butterbeer in an attempt to kill the taste.

At the same time, she looked around Hogsmeade. As was usual, people were wandering around and enjoying the sights of the town.

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(Myaardi)

The solar javelin Kire was holding vanished. "There's an inn called the Daybloom Lodge. You've probably passed by it."

"It's right by my favorite fishing spot!" Jimmy piped up as he placed his strange acid shooting fish back in its tank.

At the mention of Chong and magical signals, the solar knight nodded. "I see, I shall assist you in any way possible."

Captain Carson quickly racked her mind as to what spell to produce. She resorted to browsing a book that a student had left behind when they went to go to the bathroom. In the end, she simply settled on the simplest of simple spells: Lumos. She gripped her custom made Weyardian stardust wand. The wand itself was a warm, pale-gold metallic rod that glowed with its own inner fire. Her skin tingled from where it made contact with the metal but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Lumos," Captain Carson said. As she lacked magic (or even an artificial magic core that was the product of some of Lord Stripetail's magical disguises), she didn't expect too much.

What she was not expecting was the magic from Pottermore to interact with the Weyardian stardust's own magic and produce a blinding flash of white light.

A strange nagging sensation in the back of her head told her that there was something she had to do back at the Spire. Little did she know that as the train approached Hogsmeade, she would begin to feel the effects of the Muggle Repelling Charms in place.