Double trouble is not really a trouble. Especially being not a trouble in the first place.

Yes, Anton was not careful and didn't check how animals reacted to his newfound power.

Looking at the enormous half giant, Anton placed hat on his head and rapidly stormed away, trying to gain distance from Hagrid and his scarefy dog.

At least he tried to, as he began running, dog ran and jumped at Anton, making him fall and hit his head hard onto the hard ground, making cracks appear on the stone road that he fell on.

Right after that, ground keeper, Hagrid, approached and took Anton on his enormous shoulder, walking towards the castle.

No matter how Anton struggled, his newborn body couldn't really fight against half giant's strength and experience. It's not that easy to deal with animals in this world, they were much stronger than their normal counterpart.

Even grabbing and pulling onto the Hagrid's beard didn't help, only caused him to laugh and pat Anton on the head, trying to calm him down. Even though to Anton, those pats felt like neck-breaking hits.

After some time, Hagrid arrived at the most dangerous and unwanted place for Anton. The office of a certain lemon-addicted old man, Dumbledore the many named old man.

As Anton was brought to the Dumbledore, he was getting extremely nervous. He didn't know what to do.

He had not much memories of the past, or this world . He just knew that getting caught by the headmaster while not being the student, was bad news.

As Hagrid explained how he found unknown kid, Dumbledore looked right at Anton, and with a finger motion, he just removed Anton's clothes, leaving only underwear, shorts and a shirt that were beneath his clothes.

" Who are you and how did you end up here? " Dumbledore asked, as his eyes twinkled and he began his questioning using so called mind reading.

Anton didn't know what to say, but " I don't know, I just knew that I have to get here. "

He couldn't turn his head away from strongest wizard in a world, it was not that easy as many might think.

After that, many questions were asked. About age, origin, and many other seemingly random questions.

After the long questioning, Dumbledore took of his glasses and said " you don't need to worry so much, we will help you remember"

Why did he say that? Because he literally had jumbled memories, barely any knowledge and didn't even know his current age.

And Dumbledore, using legilimency or something like that, could see the mess in his mind. He didn't see anything dangerous or harmful, so he decided to be soft.

Especially as Anton still had young body and it didn't grow to be old. It was just enough to think that he is somewhere from 10-12 years old.

And no matter what, such a young lad couldn't do anything dangerous in Headmaster's eyes.

At least that was his conclusion.

As for what to do with him, it was completely another question. It was obvious that the boy was not just a muggle, but he was not certain what to do with him.

The only things he could see for certain, were his current thoughts. As for anything else, it was a complete mess. So, he called for madame Pompfrey, the school healer and handed Anton to her.

As madame Pompfrey saw the kid, she gasped at his state.

To Anton it was not visible, as he didn't try to notice it, but he was really skinny. So skinny in fact, that his skin almost fully covered his ribs around, making them extremely prominent.

Anton was definitely not in his right mind, as he didn't notice it, but he felt absolutely fine. He, after all, didn't feel much hunger at all. Only a little bit of desire to eat.

Strangely enough, his head was not that skinny, only his body. And for his skinny body he was surprisingly strong.

After being placed onto the bed, Anton began getting out of shock. He was perturbed and nervous. He didn't expect for this meeting to be that peaceful. After all, he remembered his first life to surprising degree, and all the fanfics made Dumbledore be like Dumbledork or Dumbledick.

Obviously, he expected to get in trouble, but not so soon. When he didn't even learn how to cast magic.

As he was laying on the bed, he couldn't really move, as he was under some kind of calming and weakening spells, before being filled with disgusting concoctions by madame Pompfrey.

After falling asleep for the first time, he didn't notice how few days passed, as he was barely awake.

All this time, he was getting healed and nourished by the ever caring witch, who definitely knew how to put someone asleep.

Obviously it was a measure for the time being, as after some checks, she noticed that Anton was extremely sleep deprived. Magic is extremely good at fixing health, so she didn't have trouble with putting him to sleep.

While Anton spent his time sleeping, Dumbledore have been looking into the boy's past. And to his surprise, there were no information about him prior to few days before his arrival to Hogwarts.

Nothing, absolutely. Like he just whoosh and appeared out of nothing.

After that, the only logical choices would be either let him out and erase past few days from his brain, or continue observing him further.

Obviously, he became softer to kids, after being headmaster for decades, so he decided to just place him under supervision and leave in the school, as he could easily monitor him in here.

After all, in magic world any family could get eradicated in a blink, leaving either no survivors, or memories for the said survivors.

And thinking about it, anything can happen in the world of magic.

After long process of making kid officially a student of Hogwarts, he just placed him in the only house he had full control over - Gryffindor.

And yes, when Anton woke up and found out that he was placed in it, he was not happy. He didn't want to get in all the trouble that it would entail. The thing that surprised him was that he was even accepted.

Rumors were enough. Just rumors that a kid was hurt, so he couldn't attend the ceremony. It was enough.

~ a little bit before ~

As Anton woke up, not knowing about what awaits him, he sat down and stared into nothingness. It was hard for him to awake fast, but he was called by madame Pompfrey, giving him last nutrition concoction and wishing him well, as he was healed.

After drinking the strong, tangy and heavily grass-like tasting drink, he was brought to the one and only McGonagall.

As news of him being accepted to the Gryffindor were said by her, A big figure of harid walked into the cabinet with a whole load of stuff.

No matter what, they couldn't let a kid to be left without clothes and books in the school.

At least it looked like it from outside. Nobody knows what really was in their heads, especially in Dumbledore's head. Everything that happened, was just a speculation on actions and words said.

~ Anton's perspective, not really a first person, a mix of third and first person view. ~

As I woke up, the day after I was given my clothes and study materials, I was introduced to others by head boy of Griffindor's house.

As for how I was noticed easily? I didn't know. Most likely some kind of charm or spell. Or maybe Hogwarts itself didn't allow it.

As prefect explained, I would need to catch up rapidly and visit all the classes that other go to. My illness is not a reason for slacking off and falling out of school.

I didn't want to learn as strictly as I needed to, but being caught the first day on Hogwarts grounds, made me a little afraid of being caught skipping classes for the time being.

Even after trying to think of a reason or a way to get out of here, I had no safe way. I might've brought those troubles upon myself, being overly sure in my ability to not be noticed.

As I was led to the dining hall, I heard some explosions down the corridor and saw a cloud rapidly approaching. As this cloud passed by me, nothing really happened to me, but prefect bow had perfectly straight and orange haircut.

" Weasley twins!!" Prefect shouted and rushed to the explosions source.

It didn't take a genius to gues what happened. He forgot about me and rushed at the troublemakers.

After following random first year, I arrived at the dining table. I expected some kind of interest in late coming kid, but all the attention was on the golden trio, while some people were just talking between themselves.

As food was served, and everyone began feasting, I too began eating to my heart's content. It was delicious, fatty, perfectly seasoned and cooked food. It was really delicious, and don't even begin blaming me. I loved good food, so I began eating as fast as I could, not noticing that only teachers looked at me occasionally.

After all the food and desserts were taken away, I realized that I ate at very least 2-3 full plump chickens, three servings of delicious fried potatoes, ten portion of chocolate and vanilla pudding, while not feeling full at all. I could eat more, if time would let me.

As for the reason for me thinking about it, it was that headmaster Dumbledore called for silence and began explaining that this year Hogwarts would be holding the first Triwizard competition after centuries of not doing it.

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Dumbledore's explanation of the competition, or something like that:

An inter-school magical competition that

The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities — until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued.

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Yea. It was the year shit would begin getting serious. Really really serious. Couldn't I just appear a year or two before this? Why now?

Ugh.

Looking at my surprisingly healthy hands, as after being healed I paid a lot of attention to how I look, I asked myself " how strong am I? I remember being strong enough while being malnourished, but what about current me? "

As thoughts were swirling in my head, I began descending deeper into the castle, to the snape's class. Following my classmates, I arrived at the class, but didn't enter. I opened the book of magical cooking and read as fast as I could, knowing that attention from the cringiest and worst permanent teacher in Hogwarts would bring me trouble in every way possible.

Especially as he hated Gryffindor house the most.

Entering the class, I sat at the last empty space and continued reading, not understand the reason for it being a difficult to learn subject.

To mix the potion you just needed accurate recipe that was in the book and hands that could move.

Everything else was explained straight and clear.

Swirl in one direction 7 times, in other 3 times. Add ingredient, then wait exact number of seconds and add another ingredient.

All of the lm were like that, at least in the beginning. And the hardest part was the theory. It must be the reason for all the troubles.

Surprisingly enough, I hated remembering illogical and uncertain things. I just could look in the book when necessary, why would I need to freaking remember why goat's shit was good at something, if I could just open the book when necessary.

After all of that inner monologue, I still lost Gryffindor 5 points for not bringing the cauldron that would arrive in two days, as it had to be ordered for me, unlike clothes and books.

History lessons were trash too. Boring and absolutely unnecessary. Why do I need to know that six hundred years ago some kind of wizard killed another wizard and war started.

Just like in normal schools, learning dates is absolutely pointless and annoying.

Why do I need to know names of kings of the past? Why do I need to know when wars happened? It was too long ago and they don't matter anymore.

After exhausting myself on being frustrated with annoying parts of the learning, began the exciting part.

Actually useful knowledge - magic practice, and even theory was not that bad.

At the end of the day, my brain was ready to explode. There were too many thoughts in my head.

As days passed, and I began getting used to the schedule, my mind began adapting to the learning process. I obviously didn't have absolute memory, I had trouble remembering dates, but with theory that made sense and reason, I began being on good terms.

And yes, I even learned some theory in potion brewing.

No matter how hard it was, it still made more sense then remembering dates of days long gone.

All of this was easier, as no one from my class noticed or really remembered me while I was not called by teachers.

It looked like only teachers had a way to permanently see me.

It was nice, I didn't need to talk to little kids who were approaching puberty.

As days passed, I didn't really care about Harry Potter, he was too noticable and I could easily evade him. I didn't have confidence and reason to talk to him.

For me he was like a childhood story hero that suffered his whole life and was unable to complete his education because of the war.

He had his own troubles, I had mine. And unless I was sure that I could survive or safety help him, I wouldn't even try to butt in into his journey.

The most what I could do, would be trying to make him choose Granger over Weasley girl.

And why would I do that? Because he always replied " hello " when I said hi to him.

Yes, he could see mee at any time. And he was a good guy. He deserved better life.

But to change anything, I would need to get better fast. Thankfully, practical magic was much easier for me then any theory. Even though my spells were not that strong.

As for reasons? I read all the practical books for spells in my free time, as I didn't need to sleep. All the incantations and moves were written by me on small notebook, and I trained them in the best place of all - the most "hidden" room yet. At least in this year - room of missing things. Not kitchen. Kitchen was full of elves that were disappearing the moment someone would come in. They wouldn't want to be seen.

As for why I went to train, considering my lackluster attitude? Well, I felt danger incoming. Especially when I knew the future and felt the effects of magic cast by strongest wizard of all.

And feeling of danger and dread were only disappearing when nobody was around, or when Harry was in proximity.

I don't know if it is some kind of prediction on behalf of my body, but I definitely didn't like the feeling of dread.

It was not the feeling of being scared, that I could barely fight against, it was stronger and as I couldn't run away from it, I had to distract myself in the most interesting and useful way. Magic.

As for my body being stronger, it was definitely not normal, even if you don't take into account my passive ability.

I had an incredible stamina and strength. I lacked some agility, as I couldn't really move perfectly according to my wishes.

I couldn't easily articulate all the movements necessary for magic right away, it took training, stretching, and even overstretching.

I had a very stiff body after recovering muscles. It was hard for me to spread legs wide, or scratch my back. I could barely even touch my back with my hands.

All of it took time, but to stay alive in the future, or to run away when necessary, I had to make myself more nible.

It's not like I was slow runner, but the speed was generated mostly by pushing myself from the ground using my overwhelming strength.

As for why I said overwhelming, it is because I one accidentally bumped into the Hagrid and didn't fall down.

Yeah, it will be a hard few years, as lack of internet and constant feeling of danger forces me to learn.

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Well a lot of explanations about the same thing over and over again.

But it was necessary to establish his future actions, successes, failures and such.

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As for why Gryffindor? My thought process lead me here. I DIDN'T plan for it, but in current situation that made a lot more sense. Gryffindor allowed Dumbledore, or Dumbledick to watch over Anton. After all, he is indeed not a reincarnated person. He is unknown addition in this world.

As for reasons to make this HP world? Because I feel that it makes much more sense and I wanted to write more in this world. Especially as some say that it is indeed in one universe with marvel... Not that it made a difference in my decision making. I just wanted more magic. And not some OP super smart guy like before.

I wanted a more realistic OP guy. KEKW