(Pottermore)

Captain Carson listened to Tarrax and the other instructors speak. A sense of satisfaction ran through her as she realized that she helped put Gleeman Vox away. "I'll admit, the Slytherin house students seem to be a bit biased against Muggles but I'll try to get through to them. Admittedly, taking points away from them has gotten them to behave somewhat."

She stirred some honey into her still steaming cup of black tea. "I do hope Lord Stripetail's meeting with the Prime Minister is going well," she added.

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(Myaardi)

"I have never been down here before, so I cannot answer that question," Kire replied. He then spotted a beat up old chest sitting on a ledge. Two burnt out torches were visible stuck to the stone wall and the decayed remains of a rope bridge were visible at both ends. He hurled one one of his glow sticks off the edge and watched the light faded out. Another glow stick was thrown across the gap and landed squarely in front of the chest. Extending the enchanted wings from his armor, the solar knight leapt into the air and flew across the gap. He then alighted in front of the chest.

Kire then examined the chest. It appeared to be quite old but strangely enough, it wasn't locked.

(Myaardi - Surface)

Kire shook his head. "This cave has never been opened before," he said, sticking a torch onto a pillar. He then looked up, revealing the ruins of what was clearly a wooden framed house dozens of meters above them. "If I can recall correctly, these houses usually have an alternate entrance — and of course, treasure. I'll fly up to the balcony and meet you up there." A set of glowing orange wings emerged from his armor and he shot up into the air with a burst of hot air. The solar knight then gently alighted on the balcony and waited for the rest of the group to join him.

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(Pottermore - Hogwarts)

Captain Carson watched as the last of the class filed in and took their seats. "Good morning, class. I am Professor Carson of the Digimon Academy. This class will be an introduction to exotic wand materials and enchanted items. It is a combination lecture and lab class with both practical and paper final exams."

She then saw a dark skinned boy raise his hand. "Yes?" she asked, pointing to him.

"If this class is focused on wandcraft, why is it under Muggle Studies?" he asked.

"That is a very good question and it ties into our first lesson, which is the impact of technology on wandcraft and enchantments." She went over to the blackboard and began writing down notes. One of the first things she wrote down was the name of James Steward, the only known Muggle wandmaker in Pottermore history. "James Steward was born in Eboracum in 1600 and traveled to Parias, where he was one of the first founding members of the colony Tamari Ostia."

The lecture continued, covering his introduction to the Wizarding World, his marriage to Isolt Sayre and the eventual founding of Ilvermorny.

She eventually dove into his wandcraft. Unfortunately, while he had pioneered the use of novel woods and cores from Parias, the technique he used to work with magical items and craft such powerful wands without harm was never recorded and the technique died with him and his wife.

"That covers Muggles and wandcraft. Any questions?" Captain Carson put her piece of chalk down and looked over the room.

"Was there any proof that James Steward was a Muggle and not a Squib?" a girl asked. The fact that she was wearing a black robe with a serpent crest of Slytherin on the breast indicated what house she was from.
 
"Actually, yes, there is. Not only was it attested to by Isolt Sayre, who first discovered him after he was injured by a a broken wand that was left behind after an attack on a Wizarding family, numerous contemporary articles refer to him as a No-Maj, which is the Pariasan term for Muggle."

A boy with a robe bearing the an embroidered crest of a badger, indicating his affiliation with House Hufflepuff raised his hand. "So, has there been any attempts to recreate his techniques?"

"To my knowledge, not on Pottermore. However, in the Digimon Academy, wandcrafting is taught by both Muggles and Magicals."

"So, forgive me for being rude, but which one are you?"

Captain Carson paused for a moment but then recalled that Stripetail said that this was a safe place to reveal her non-magical status. "I am indeed, what would be referred to as a Muggle."

It was then another Slytherin student, this one a rather large boy stood up. "What can you teach us!?" he bellowed. "You know nothing, just like all the other Muggles!"

"Sit down and be quiet." Captain Carson's voice did not raise her voice but it became ice-cold as she focused her glare on the boy. "I may not be a Magical but as a temporary member of the Hogwarts staff, I will not be disrespected in such a manner. Fifty points from Slytherin."

(OOC - Parias = United States; Tamari Ostia = Plymouth.)

The officer nodded. "Very well, I shall keep you updated as necessary." He then exited through the ornate door and made his way back to where the cruiser was parked. As he watched some of the toons practicing, he noticed that there were quite a few armed guards and Gotham PD officers around. Not unexpected for a sporting event but this was a closed-off village that only allowed competitors in.

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"Captured!?" Gabriel thundered. "What do you mean Blammo was captured!?"

Her voice boomed inside her RV/mobile base, now disguised as one of the many nondescript box trucks on Neo-Gotham's streets.

"It's as we said, Ma'am," the Weasel said, as he mopped away sweat from his brow. "Apparently, Big City's bomb squad wasn't quite as incompetent as we thought."

"Break him out," she said, looking up from her command and control computer. 

The officer blinked at the mention of the noble's net worth. Entire countries were poor compared to him.  Regardless, he maintained his professionalism. "Anyways, my Lord, we suspect Paxton Powers may have purchased some of your items. He's been implicated in several archeological thefts." The officer then sighed. "Unfortunately, he is the son of Derek Powers...and quite wealthy to boot, so getting charges to stick is...shall we say, a little more difficult than usual. However, rest assured we will recover your artifacts."

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There was a knock at the door of Paxton's penthouse. He booted up his computer and looked at the screen showing the camera feed. As expected, there was a young woman dressed in standard clothing and carrying a simple cardboard box, nothing ostentatious or shabby. He reached under his desk for his pistol and tucked it into the inner pocket of his jacket.

The man opened the door and the woman stepped in. "I believe this is what you ordered." She placed the box on the ground and opened the lid. Nestled inside soft red velvet was a small platinum crucible with ornate runes carved on the rim.

Paxton gently picked up the surprisingly heavy item and examined it. "It's just as promised and in perfect condition," he said. "Now, for my end of the bargain." He reached inside his jacket and passed a handful of credit chits to the woman. "Fifteen million credits as promised. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

"I look forward to your future orders." The woman pocketed the creds and exited the penthouse, leaving behind the box.

"Now, where shall this go..." Paxton looked at his collection of artifacts resting against the far wall.

The officer noted down everything. "I assume the monetary value of these items is priceless," he said. "Now then, if you could provide us with pictures of the missing artifacts, that would greatly assist in our search."

It was then a message pinged through on the encrypted tablet. The officer opened it and read it. "Ah, My Lord, it seems we may have a lead."

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Paxton Powers, the son of famed businessman Derek Powers, was seated inside his luxurious Gotham penthouse. The interior was reminiscent of a museum with assorted artifacts, art and treasures catalogued and displayed in a tastefully understated way. The young man looked at his watch. His contact should be here soon...hopefully with his newest acquisition.

 He looked outside the window, which displayed a beautiful panorama of the ocean. Yachts slowly drifted through the water as the upper-crust of Gotham and their associates enjoyed the late afternoon sun.

Happy Starday!

(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."