After three whole days, both Lucifer and Maze were standing at the balcony looking at the bright blue sky where they were both passing out their time to meet this Professor.
They both were skeptical whether she would be able to locate their new location.
At ten'o clock, Jacky their staff boy came into the room informing about some visitors who wanted to meet Mr. Lucifer Morningstar.
Both looked at each other and decided to start the show. They both moved down the stairs and gave permission to the security guard to allow them in.
Professor McGonagall walked inside this luxurious building where bar strippers, staff members were cleaning the pub and looked around dumbfounded as she had never seen anything like this.
A small bushy haired girl was trailing behind the professor with a red face full of embarrassment as she had never visited any place like this in her entire life.
Maze finally saw the dumbfounded expression of Professor and called out, "Oh, hello again. Just wondering when you will arrive. We thought you wouldn't be able to find us again..."
"...We have many ways to locate the person with magical abilities. But it's still a surprise. If you don't mind me asking, what is this place?"
"Um, it's a pub obviously." Maze said like most obvious thing in the world.
McGonagall looked like she wanted to ask for further explanation but ignored it knowing what this woman's nature was, "Good Morning, Mr. Morningstar, this is Hermione Granger, you are a few days older than her so I thought I would take you both at the same time..."
'I am definitely older than this small girl....' Lucifer nodded and introduced himself to the bushy haired girl, "Nice to meet you, My name is Lucifer Morningstar." while taking her hand who stood frozen at the sudden touch, and in front of her big eyes, as he kissed her knuckles.
The boy was strikingly handsome. His dark eyes were intense, his nose sharp and features so perfectly good looking as though God himself had carved him with special care.

The girl was taken off guard, she slightly giggled at the wet sensation of touching his lips on her palm, and squeakily introduced herself with a flustered smile, "G-Good to see you too, My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger...."
'He's so good looking!' The thought startled her. A faint blush crept across her baby fat cheeks as he gave her a formal nod back in greeting, and turned his gaze just at the woman to do something.
It was common knowledge, Devil was bound to be handsome. The girl's gaze locked onto his elegancy, caught somewhere between admiration and envy. 'Why does a boy have a prettier face than my Mum?' she thought bitterly.
"I will be taking both of them to the Diagon alley now."
But suddenly Maze interrupted at an unknown place where he would be going suddenly, finding it suspicious, "Diagon what alley...And, why am I not allowed to go with him?"
"Miss Mazikeen, no harm will be done to your ward under my care."
"It's not him I am worried about..."
She started but stopped herself and changed her mind to give Lucifer silently a pleading motion to not cause chaos, unless it couldn't be helped of course.
Professor reflexively ignored her and moved throughout to exit into London streets while Lucifer's body was slightly tilted to register the beauty of Lux hotel as he didn't trust its safety with Maze at all.
"Hey, Professor will make sure you come back to your home safely.." Hermione said in a motive to assure the worried boy.
After a small sigh escaped his mouth, Lucifer replied back, "Yeah we will see, so um... when did you find out you can do 'magic?" emphasising it disdainly as he still didn't believe humans to be capable of using magic.
Hermione became a bit shy when asked such a private thing, her cheeks which were starting to loose pink, again came back, "....I accidentally repaired torn pages of a book when I was six years old," She still remembered clearly her emotional outbursts after those girls left her alone in the park, "I realised that was not natural, over time such acts keep happening... and when I turned eleven Professor McGonagall showed up at my house."
"I see, even spawns using magic these days like there is nothing wrong..."
Hermione was surprised by his expression, and certain wordings, from what she knew he was also a muggleborn, but chose not to pry anything further and asked him about his "home"
"It was our recent purchase and we are currently living there."
"But, but it's clearly not a good place
I mean did you see those d-dancers, how could you not get embarrassed about it?!" Hermione asked in total shock, those adults barely wore any clothing to cover. 'I even saw someone wearing a skirt, which might be even shorter than mine...!'
"What's there to be embarrassed about? It's their work and you don't know about half the things I have seen and done..."
He only embarrassed the poor girl further. So, she just stopped asking stupid questions, clearly not to get further red in the face.
"Are you having any impure thoughts? Should I get some holy water for you?" His coyish tone was definitely enjoying teasing the young innocent girl.
Hermione loudly huffed and labelled him as one of "those types" her mother warned her about, she also decided to bath in holy water after going home.
Two silently followed the Professor towards a shady looking pub. Lucifer clearly enjoying the haunted and dark view of the place started whistling. But after a stern look from the old woman. He stopped but that slightly got a giggle from his companion.
"Have you got your letters?" Professor asked turning towards the kids.
Hermione removed the parched envelope from her pocket and shoved it high in the air so it could be seen whereas Lucifer decided to ask, "Who is stupid enough not to bring...?"
"A certain boy does come to-- Never mind, there is a list in that letter about everything you need." Minerva stopped worrying about a certain boy she knew very well, who might need special care like the Chosen One, feeling pity for his memory being such a mess cause of what happened years ago to Longbottom family.
Hermione opened her letter, and started reading for her new companion/friend which she liked to say in her mind.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by
Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope set
1 brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
"Can we buy all this in London?" Lucifer wondered aloud, sharing an alarmed look with Hermione who shrugged also clueless, she'd even stopped complaining about her birth date which delayed her letter a year.
"If you know where to go," McGonagall almost winked, but satisfied herself with just a twitch of her eyelid. Lucifer and Hermione both entered the pub.
The low drone of a Muggle television echoed from inside the pub, mixing with the sharp clink of glasses and rowdy laughter from the bar. Out in small, walled courtyard, damp air smelled of rain and old beer.
She led the two of them straight towards a brick wall with him clearly feeling something weird about and instinctively wanting to touch it but held back.
Professor McGonagall stood before the blank brick wall, her wand tip lightly ready to tap the surface, "From here, count up three bricks from the trash can, then two from side. When you have brought your wand... knock three times on this brick."
"It truly is a fragile system," Lucifer said, nodding toward the cobblestones, "Tell me, what happens if someone simply removes the trash can? The one right there by wall?"
Hermione looked up from her letter, her brow furrowing instantly. "The dustbin? Lucifer, why on earth would anyone do that? It's a vital landmark for the tapping sequence!"
"Exactly, my dear Hermione," Lucifer purred, flashing a wicked smile. "It's a landmark. Humans and wizards, apparently... are entirely dependent on routine. If a Muggle sanitation worker decides to be efficient and carts that filthy bin away... Just a bunch of wizards staring at a dead end."
"Muggles wouldn't just cart it away," She countered, her voice rising slightly over television commercial now playing, "I bet it has powerful Muggle-Repelling Charms. They probably don't even notice courtyard exists, let alone this rubbish bin."
"Charms can fail, or people can get creative," Lucifer replied, leaning forward to the wall, fingers touching those said bricks numbly, "Imagine the panic. Legions of robed magical elites trapped because they can't count three bricks up and two across without their precious 'garbage guide."
McGonangal looked down from over her square spectacles at Lucifer, entirely unbothered by his hypothetical chaos. From the bar, a loud cheer erupted as someone wins a game of Gobstones, momentarily drowning out the television presenter.
"You underestimate the foundational charms of our society, Mr. Morningstar," She said calmly, however there was a slight amused tone present in her Scottish brogue, "Should anyone move, steal, or destroy that specific dustbin, it would matter very little. The magic reverts it back to its original position."
"Oh."
"Figures."
-----What happened next was not expected by any one of them. The place where Lucifer by mistakenly touched did quiver the wall and it started making a big enough hole for everyone to pass through.
"...Godric, It never worked like that for any wizard not even the Headmaster. How did you open the entrance Morningstar?"
Hermione who was in awe at the display of magic as bricks were shifting and sliding to what now had formed a tall, arching gateway. also looked expectantly towards her companion for answers.
"I just felt something weird and command it to show itself. This happened..."
Professor McGonagall looked warily at her new student as it has never happened before and silently concluded to consult Dumbledore, she coughed twice, "...Welcome to Diagon alley then," and exclaimed at their look of amazement.
Lucifer quickly overlooked his shoulder where the wall closed itself. 'Clearly, magic in this wizarding world acts as a sentient being...'
While Hermione's eyes lit up at the sight of a bustling crowd, it made Minerva give her a fond smile, as she saw the child-like wonder that belonged to a girl, especially from muggle backgro----it warmed her heart.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons, All Sizes -- Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver- Self-Stirring- Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
"Yes, you will need one of them, but we have to get your money first."
"About that, I have lots." Lucifer started removing bundles of pounds from his jacket like removing candy.
In Britain, even decades later, the fifty-pound note remained the highest denomination. But using it for small purchases, that was asking trouble and besides Lucifer---care about paper money? Flash a fifty in a corner shop, and you were likely to be cursed at with a few colorful f-words.
No wonder Hermione gasped at the amount he kept emptying visibly, her breath hitched as she shuddered and practically gawked at the sight, "You are only eleven years old!"
"Money is everything to you humans? So why shouldn't I carry at least what might be needed...?"
"Are you a Chuunibyou?! This is an insane case of syndrome, what if you dropped it somewhere, huh?"
"Get another suitcase?" Lucifer flashed a smile as he fanned them in the air to bushy haired girl's scowl, who did not have any reply for that.
She wondered how rich he honestly was, staring at the notes whose pocket money was mostly five and ten, rarely on occasions she would get a £20.
Hermione seriously thought he ought to be careful of being robbed.
"Not breaking your enthusiasm, but your muggle money will not work in the wizarding world... so we are going to Gringotts, The Wizarding Bank to exchange the required amount."
McGonagall specified the last two syllables, practically pouring cold water over his head who grumbly put those pieces of junk paper back inside.
Hermione after looking at his surprised expression wanted to laugh but she was good enough with just a snort, apparently caring about her image and how she "looked."
They reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, Both started following professor to the Gringotts where Lucifer saw goblins.
'....They were exterminated in the First war, weren't they? So how did an entire species survive and hide for centuries?' Lucifer's face darkened at the thought, and became both gloomy and curious at the same time.
The goblin was about a head shorter than Lucifer and Hermione. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, they noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
Enter, stranger, but take heed Of what awaits the sin of greed, For those who take, but do not earn, Must pay most dearly in their turn. So if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours, Thief, you have been warned, beware of finding more than treasure there.
A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins in brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses.
There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.
"Good morning," McGonagall said to a free goblin, "I have come to take money out of the Muggle-Born Fund Hogwarts have set up.."
"You have the key, ma'am?"
"Yes," McGonagall pulled a tiny golden key out of her handbag, which definitely wasn't there before.
The goblin looked at it closely.
"That seems to be in order."
The goblin led the three to a cart, which sat on a set of rails which Lucifer was looking at wide-eyed.
At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. He tried to remember, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, but it was impossible. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.
His eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but he kept them wide open. Once, he thought he saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but too late--- they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.
"At least Goblins know, what's up?!" Lucifer called out to McGonagall and Hermione over the noise of the cart, "Are both of you not enjoying the rush of the wild ride?"
"Don't be stupid they didn't make it for fun. And don't ask me questions, I think I'm gonna be sick..."
He patted the head of the poor girl to calm her. Hermione was annoyed at his gesture of how he was treating her like a pet cat. But she didn't seem to stop his antics.
"Do you need a bag to spit it out?" Lucifer asked quietly, after removing a vinyl from somewhere inside his clothings, for a second the bushy haired girl if he worked at a circus.
She and McGonagall did look very green, and when the cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall, Hermione got out and had to lean against the wall to stop her knees from trembling.
"No, I am fine!" Hermione said, blushing a deep crimson as Griphook unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, she gasped.
Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze Knuts.
"All yours," McGonagall smiled, "Of course, next year you'll both have separate vaults, but for now you two shall share. Hogwarts will enter a sum of cash at the start of each year."
All there's--it was incredible. Lucifer helped Hermione pile some of it into her bag, his own slung over his shoulder.
"The gold ones are Galleons," McGonagall explained. "Seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle, it's easy enough. Right, that should be enough for this year , we'll keep the rest safe for next year." She turned to Griphook. "Can we go more slowly?"
"One speed only," said Griphook.
"Ah, Can you at least wait. I want to exchange this trash..."
The professor nodded and Lucifer asked to open a private account for himself and exchanged up to more than a specified amount of vault storage to get equipped himself with a Gringotts transaction card which could be used in both worlds.
Goblin's toothy grin turned greedier by the mass of his wealth even breaking rules of exchanging limit of seventy galleons per year, even though Muggle money was of little use to them, but in right person's hands, they could make profit.
After several minutes, smug faced Lucifer walked towards Hermione who didn't like his own smirky expression at all. 'He probably did mischief and caused trouble...'
"What are you looking so grinning about?"
"Nothing."
She snarled her nose to aim higher at his forehead with a glare. 'Just because it was a called a "gold Galleon" didn't mean it was actually made of gold, right? But goblin metal, who knows what strange elements they mixed into it?'
Hermione came from a dentist family with stable income for a comfortable lifestyle, however she didn't have nearly enough personal funds to squander like this boy, she came knowing.
'Better to earn in the wizarding world, and spend in the wizarding world....' Even from a fantasy point of view, she knew what "Goblins" are like. Determined more than ever to don't splurge on luxuries like a racing broomstick or custom robes, and magical items, she would be okay.
xxxxxx
They later stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Hermione and Lucifer didn't know where to run first now that she had a bag full of money.
"You should get your uniform first," McGonagall said, guiding their way toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, "Would you mind if I slipped off for a sit down in the Leaky Cauldron?" She did still look a bit sick, so Hermione and Lucifer entered the shop alone, feeling nervous and excited all the same.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, dears?" Madam Malkin asked, ushering the two children up onto stools, an enchanted measuring tape taking their measurements and an enchanted pencil jotting it all down on a piece of paper.
"So, what do you think of the Wizarding World so far?" Hermione asked, glancing at Lucifer who had the tape wrapped around his neck.
"Interesting," Lucifer choked out, letting out a relieved sigh as the tape let go. "What about you?"
"Well," Hermione mumbled in a low voice as if revealing deep secrets of her heart inside, "I am excited about learning magic... and making some friends."
"Friends you say, well we get along well and there's no red signals so far. Besides, we are past the stage of acquaintance, so what comes next?"
Lucifer was still adjusting to his new life as a student.
"Um, we become friends?" She made a terribly innocent face while giddy inside of how smooth it came out than she intended, he didn't respond, causing her to hurry out, "If that's okay with you and it's also okay if you don't want to..." And then she got completely quiet.
'This girl is a good company so far, also looks like an intellect type....'
"Well, it looks like we are going to be friends for now Granger."
"R-really?" Hermione asked, a meek smile stretching across her face.'What did he mean by friends for now? Is he thinking about.. becoming my--in the future? Ugh... Hermione Jane Granger STOP! these impure thoughts this instant...'
"Of course, I never lie."
She got further red in the face and jolted on her spot, collecting herself to say a "T-thanks," then turned her face away to hide embarrassment.
Lucifer took out the supply list out of his pocket, "Should we get our trunks and then books?"
Hermione nodded enthusiastically and led the way to the nearest trunk shop. Once their trunks were bought, she eagerly took ahold of Lucifer's hand and proceeded to drag the boy to Flourish & Blotts, the book shop.
"Wow," She muttered in awe as she pushed the door to the book shop, her eyes glancing over the high selves filled to the brim. Lucifer chuckled at her dazed expression, easily squeezing past her. He grabbed her list from her hand and handed both over to the nearest store clerk, who went on the search while his new friend swept the shop, her eyes glassed over.
"We should both get this!" Hermione said excitedly, holding up 'Hogwarts: A History.' "There's some really interesting stuff about the school and stuff!"
"Then should definitely get it," Lucifer nodded in agreement as she beamed at him, taking two copies of the book and placing them on the counter, where the store clerk was waiting with their stack of books.
'Well, I definitely need to learn more about this world, hidden for... how many centuries?' When he went to pay, Hermione noticed he was using a black coloured card, which was quite similar to what her mother had, "What's that you got there and where is your money pouch?"
"Well... I obviously don't want to visit Gringotts every time I am out of money. So, I asked them for credit which works in both worlds?"
"I didn't know about this. How did you get it?"
"Um, you should have at least.. certain galleons in your Gringotts vault to have this card. So, I exchanged nearly that amount to create my personal."
"You did what? Oh my gosh, how come that lady just----" She was starting to seriously freak out, about him being some noble or coming from a high class family or-----
"We are in a public place, so stop shouting."
"Eep...."
She got embarrassed when he pointed her pitch out in the book shop, but composed herself and decided to not question everything her new friend does. 'I like to have mind intact thank you very much....'
After paying, and then buying whatever necessities, they headed down the street towards Olivander's, the wand maker.
"I don't think I'll get a pet just yet," Hermione explained as she walked in front of Lucifer, who was heaving both their cases. He had offered after seeing her struggle.
"I think I might get a cat and an owl for Maze," Lucifer said, smiling in thought. After, adopting a black half- kneazle pet cat, he named her Eve for no good reason and named Rowena for the owl, "As for toad or a rat, well let's just say they don't appeal to me aesthetically...."


"We aren't allowed to bring two pets inside Hogwarts, aren't we?"
"This little girl here will be in the owlery section or with Mazikeen all the time to keep company. So, I don't see a problem buying two pets."
"O-okay, if you don't mind this person Maze is your caretaker?"
"Not exactly," After deciding the correct response, he answered with a proud tone laced, "She is a good friend, who always stays by my side."
"Oh, well she looks like a nice person. What about your parents?"
"Dear o'l dad doesn't give two shit about me and well mum did support me in my rebellion, but stayed by his side... So, I don't give two pennies of my time with them."
"...."
xxxxxx
The two children entered the shop, which was eerily quiet and very dusty.
"Hello?" Hermione called out.
Very suddenly, a man with grey hair popped his head out from behind a shelf, making her jump but Lucifer'd already felt his presence when he entered the shop.
"Ah, yes," the man muttered, looking down at the two, "Muggle-Born, difficult to match but not impossible."
"Creepy bloke," He whispered to Hermione as the man walked away.
"With impeccable hearing!" The man called from the back, making Lucifer turn to give a straight face, as he realised something but his ears perked another giggle from----
"What's a muggle-born?"
Hermione checked his face to see if he was pulling her leg but he was quite serious so she explained to him about the term.
"Bollocks, me a muggle-born. What kind of dope these wizards are on, morons?!"
She was startled from her friend's sudden outburst and sure that his eyes glowed red for a second, "What do you mean you are not muggleborn, were your parents magical?"
'Me, The devil, Lucifer Morningstar a muggle-born? These mortals are incredibly stupid.'
"We should get this over with. I have more important things to do." Lucifer let Hermione get her wand first, and then he stepped up.
"Hmmm," Mr. Olivander said giving Lucifer a piercing look. "Well, now. Let me see," he pulled a long tape measure with silver markings out of his pocket, "Which is your wand arm?"
"Er -- well, I'm right-handed."
"Hold out your arm. That's it," he measured Lucifer from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Olivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons.... No two Olivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same... And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."
"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor, "Right then. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. just take it and give it a wave."
Lucifer took the wand and (feeling ridiculous) waved it around a bit, but Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.
"Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite' whippy. Try--"
Lucifer tried---but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Olivander.
"No, no -- here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Go on, go on, try it out."
Lucifer tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Olivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands he pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.
"Tricky customer, eh? Not like your friend. Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere -- I wonder, now -- yes, why not -- unusual combination--- thestral hair, dementor's clock fragment, yew wand, unknown feather.... indicating death and resurrection, eleven inches, nice and supple." He said, while looking skeptically at this boy.
Lucifer took the wand, and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised it above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the and like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls.
Hermione whooped and clapped, while Mr. Olivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good."
Lucifer smiled in relief. Olivander also handed him an invisible wand holster and warned, "This wand is most curious, it has never chosen anyone until now, unyielding, cannot be used by anyone... but its owner and quite dangerous for others if they try to use it. Take good care of it!"
Next, it was Hermione's turn.
.......
After handing him the correct money and leaving the shop with Hermione in toe, feeling immensely proud of himself headed Lux with his school supplies and his friend.
The moment the door shut behind, Olivander's polite smile vanished completely, replaced by a cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Yew symbolised both death and rebirth, a favourite among powerful Dak wizards. It was particularly suited for Dark Arts, and defensive magic, however with combinations of other even darker elements....
....Wands especially of eleven inches were considered typically suited for wizards with extraordinary self-confidence and an overpowering desire for control.
Conversely, a very short wand was a sign of narrow-mindedness and cruelty. Olivander recalled the shortest wand he'd ever sold---one that had gone to a witch named Dolores Umbridge.