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Snape stirred the potion in his cauldron patiently. Potion making is a meticulous process, each step needing to be carried out perfectly with no room for error. Nearing the end of the brewing process, he added Honeywater and boom berry juice before stirring for a while longer. The potion finally appeared as the ideal turquoise colour. Snape started a timer for 30 minutes for when the potion would stop simmering and be brought off the fire to cool.
While Snape rested on his chair, reading up on an ancient tome on potion making, Professor Flitwick knocked on his door before promptly opening it. Snape looked up from his book, his pitch black eyes meeting Flitwick’s brown ones expectantly.
“Professor Snape, Dumbledore asks for you at his office.” Snape sighed and took a glance at his timer for the potion. “Could you tell him to wait for approximately 20 minutes? I’m currently in the midst of brewing a potion.” Flitwick promised that he would inform Dumbledore and showed himself out of the potion master’s office.
Snape placed the book down on the table and got up to make himself a cup of tea. He would need the caffeine if he was going to talk to that old man, especially if they were going to talk about Sirius fucking Black being on the loose.
Grabbing a mug, Snape filled it with hot water and dropped a tea bag into it. While waiting for the tea to be ready to drink, Snape recalled what Dumbledore had told the staff in the morning during breakfast. He had mentioned that the ever brainless ministry has made the decision to station dementors, of all things, to catch Sirius Black if he were to ever walk on Hogwarts grounds to murder that Potter kid.
The dementor’s presence would threaten the student’s safety. Therefore, teaching would be harder as us professors will have to be on the lookout for any sort of incidents to prevent parents from calling their child home from Hogwarts.
Sighing once more, Snape stirred his tea and took a sip from the cup. The cup warmed his hands. Snape stared blankly into space as he waited for his potions to simmer. The timer said that it had 10 minutes left. Placing down his mug, Snape picked up a random potions book that he had used when he was a school boy. He skimmed the pages, eyeing the cancelled scrawls in between the columns of text. He had put in a lot of effort to make up his own spells. He flipped through the book until he reached the column where he made up Sectumsempra.
Snape had been yearning to put an end to the Gryffindor scum’s bullying until he invented this spell. It was exactly how he intended it to be. Something that could immensely harm his enemies, a hiltless sword. Snape recalled the first time he incanted this curse properly. He had been using a straw dummy for trial and error for this specific curse.
When he finally got the specific pronunciation right and slashed his wand at the dummy, the curse created large lacerations on the dummy, leaving it dangling on a few strands of straw. The bad thing was that when he slashed with his wand while casting, he slashed too vigorously and the curse reached his left arm, leaving him with a nasty wound near his elbow. Snape tried to heal the wound with all the healing spells he knew, however, the wound would not heal.
Eventually, Snape gave up on trying out healing spells and summoned bandages to wrap his wound tightly. Since then, he attempted to create a counter spell that heals the wounds caused by Sectumsempra in order to heal his wounds as it couldn't even heal with time. After weeks of trial and error, Snape managed to invent the spell Vulnera Sanetur which had more of a sing-song incantation and healed his wound successfully without people growing suspicious of his injured arm.
Before he knew it, the timer’s alarm sounded. Snape jerked away from his recount of the past and turned the alarm off. He had been thinking more deeply than he had thought. Snape levitated the cauldron and poured the almost ready potion to the cooling area. When the potion cools down, it will be stored among the vials of his potions collection and ready to be consumed.
A few minutes later, he tested the potion’s temperature and decided it was sufficiently cooled. After pouring the potion into multiple vials and restoring his Wiggenweld potion stock, Snape left his office and made his way to the Headmaster’s office.
~*~
“Headmaster, you called for me?” Snape greeted as he opened the door to Dumbledore’s office. “Ah yes, I was hoping to discuss how we should deal with the dementors, Severus.”
‘Of course it was about the dementors.’ Snape rolled his eyes as he took a vacant seat in the office.
“I’m sure you already know that the dementors stationed by the Ministry here at Hogwarts may pose a danger to the students and it will be tough to keep an eye on the creatures while earnestly teaching students. Therefore, I have decided to negotiate with a third party among the muggles, the ability users, to help us.” Dumbledore paused, letting the information sink in.
“I haven't heard anything about ability users before, are you sure they are worthy? They are muggles aren’t they? Do you really think that they can protect our students from those soul sucking creatures?” Snape drawled, blatantly showing his displeasure.
“It is too early to judge ability users as mere muggles. I’ve caught wind of significant feats some of these organizations have accomplished. Hence, I took the liberty of establishing a connection to one such organization located in Yokohama, so that we could hire such individuals to protect the school. Besides, I’m sure that you would prefer them being around over the Ministry Aurors.” Snape could not argue with that. Those fools would only barge into his office constantly during their stay, trying to find some dark artifact that could put him under trial once more. He shuddered at the thought.
~*~
That was how they ended up going through muggle customs and taking a flight to Yokohama the very next day. No matter what insults Snape threw at the Headmaster, he was still dragged along to make the contract.
Dumbledore was insufferable to handle with his lack of knowledge on muggle ethics. Snape had a massive headache trying to get both of them to fit in with the muggle world. Snape hated standing out in public, and being the one with a muggle upbringing, he recognized that Dumbledore was a literal attention magnet. It was as if he were guiding a brainless idiot past muggle customs. It exhausted him to no end to try and make Dumbledore presentable in their eyes.
After they managed to successfully land at Yokohama via the muggle airplane, Snape reluctantly followed Dumbledore to a rather isolated café as they waited for the representation of this so-called organization. The café was deserted, save for a few small tables and a singular bartender. Even as they took their seats at a random table, the bartender remained at his station and did not pester them to place their order.
Moments of silence stretched on until the bell attached to the door rang out. A grey haired man wearing formal muggle attire and a monocle entered the café. He strided over to their table and greeted the two wizards with heavily accented English.
“Good afternoon, gentleman. My name is Hirotsu, and I will be handling the contract’s terms as the Port Mafia’s representative.” Hirotsu pulled out the chair across them and took a seat, shaking Dumbledore’s extended hand while he did so.
“Shall we begin?” Dumbledore waved off the pleasantries. Hirotsu set his hands on the table and agreed, “Yes, we received a letter from you yesterday requesting our protection at your school. The Port Mafia has had a meeting discussing who we would send over to assist you and we came to a conclusion.” Hirotsu retrieved two files from his coat and slid them across the table.
The files were yellow with the red inked words “TOP SECRET” stamped across it. Whoever’s information these files held definitely seemed important to the Port Mafia. Dumbledore opened the files flat on the table, a look of shock blossoming on his facial features. Snape leaned in to read the information that got the Headmaster of all people shocked, only to find himself equally speechless at the profiles.
The profiles showed the pictures of two teenagers, one brunette and one ginger named Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara respectively. The files showed that both of them were aged 16. Contrary to the feats one would think teenagers their age would accomplish, their profiles were decorated with numerous successful operations they have led or participated in. These were not your typical 16 year olds, they were fully fledged mafia officials.
Written directly below their names were their position in the Port Mafia’s hierarchy. Chuuya Nakahara was listed as the leader of a guerilla team, The Flags, and was under an executive named Ozaki Kouyou. The two professors thought that it was already an impressive feat to have accomplished by his age until they saw the other’s profile. Osamu Dazai was listed as the top mafia executive, the boss’s right hand man.
Their blood ran cold. How did a teenager manage to rank that high in the hierarchy? Now, the bandages covering his left eye in his picture seemed to hold much more significance. Did he lose his left eye?
Snape felt a heavy veil settle on his heart. This boy may have had similar experiences to him and he felt sick thinking about it. He offhandedly glanced at his left arm, where his Dark Mark resided. He too was a teenager wanting to escape his fate by joining an organization to get a higher social standing. He did not want to begin thinking about the horrors the boy would have seen by now, standing at the top of the Port Mafia.
While they silently studied the files with growing exasperation, the bell at the entrance rang out once more. This time, it seemed that it was an unwanted guest as Hirotsu’s expression darkened significantly as he rose from his seat. The two wizards promptly closed the files and hastily stood up from their seats, wands within close reach.
The infiltrator was a middle aged lady clad in black. “Hello miss, do you need anything? We are currently having a private meeting, could you please leave?” Hirotsu’s face was blank, voice carrying an icy edge.
Even after the warning, the lady did not make any move to leave the café. Instead, the lady inched closer and closer to the table where the three stood. They scrutinized her every action, wary of what she may do. Finally, she lunged at the files, attempting to grab them with one hand and pulled out a gun from her coat’s pocket with the other.
It all happened in a matter of seconds. Hirotsu leaned forward and slapped away the arm carrying the gun with such force that caused the gun to clatter across the floor.
As her other arm inched closer to the files, Hirotsu used his mouth to bite on his glove and removed it from his hand. "Ability: Ochi Tsubaki." Endless lines of japanese kanji along with a bright purple glow sprouted from his hand as it came into contact with the lady’s neck. She stood no chance against Hirotsu’s ability. The lady’s body violently jerked backwards and flew towards the wall, slamming against it with a bone chilling crack. Blood streamed down from her head and back, leaking onto the floor. The lady slumped. She was out cold.
“Please proceed with your evaluation of our two officials while I take care of the situation.” Hirotsu requested politely. The professors felt as if they were stupefied in place as they silently slid back onto their seats. Though they were told to continue studying the profiles, they were far more interested in spectating Hirotsu’s actions and were unable to tear their eyes away from the scene.
Hirotsu regloved his hand and grabbed a radio, speaking something into it. Probably to request for authorities or back up, Snape mused. Hirotsu picked the lady’s discarded gun off the floor, checking how many bullets were loaded. “Shame, if she had shot the gun randomly, perhaps she could have stood a chance against me.” Hirotsu muttered to himself.
He strided over to the lady’s slumped form and dragged her to the door of the cafe. He swung the door open, jingling the bell once more, and forcefully made the unconscious lady bite the small step. Hirotsu proceeded to unceremoniously wake her up by stomping on her head, crushing her teeth and causing excruciating pain to the woman. The woman writhed in pain, screams stuck in her throat. Hirotsu grabbed her side and rolled her over, face up. He removed the safety on her gun and shot at her abdominal areas three times. The sound of the gunshots ricocheted off the walls. Blood splattered all around the entrance. Hirotsu stepped away from the body, cleaning off the blood stains on his face with his gloves.
At that moment, a group of people arrived at the café’s entrance.
“I’ll leave it to you.” Hirotsu ordered, before promptly walking back to the table where the professors sat, having witnessed the whole situation happen. From the corner of their eyes, they could see the group at the entrance clearing the body and scrubbing the blood away.
“The Port Mafia will cover all costs for the property damage. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Hirotsu sorrowfully stated to the bartender, who acknowledged by nodding back at him.
Hirotsu turned to the two professors, who finally reopened the files, reading on. Hirotsu let out a soft sigh as he sat back down at the same seat across from them, waiting for them to finish up. “You may ask me questions if you have any.” His reply was a simple nod from the two, who were focused on studying their profiles.
They decided to read the section of publicly known information next. Apparently, the two officials were a deadly duo that went by the name Soukoku, or Double Black, and were well known in the city. Their debut as the unrivaled partners was when they had single-handedly eliminated an enemy organisation overnight. Through their own experiences, the two wizards knew that it was an insanely impressive feat to accomplish.
There were separate statements about the two officials in their respective sections. In Osamu Dazai’s section, it stated that there is a saying in the port mafia which led to him being nicknamed the Demon Prodigy. 'The biggest misfortune for Dazai’s enemies is that they are Dazai’s enemies.’ Meanwhile in Chuuya Nakahara’s section, it stated that he was known in the city as the 'Sheep King,’ earning the nickname by standing at the top of The Sheep, a disbanded gang, before joining the Port Mafia.
Reading the information on their profiles was enough to persuade the professors to hire the two officials for the protection of Hogwarts. However, the most important piece of information, their abilities, were not stated on their profiles. As nicely decorated their profiles were, nothing displayed any information of their abilities.
Snape raised the question, “What are their abilities?” Hirotsu perked up, relieved that they finally read through all the information on the files he had prepared for them. “I apologise, but I am unable to tell you their abilities. It is confidential information that only the individual can disclose. An ability user only has one trick up their sleeves, so to disclose it too easily would do them more harm than good in the long run.”
Snape understood where he was coming from, but was still left unsatisfied. Dumbledore on the other hand, asked another question. “What position do you hold in the Port Mafia, Hirotsu?” It was a smart question. It allowed them to compare Hirotsu, whom they have seen in action, to the two other officials in terms of their skills.
“I am the leader of a guerilla squad which specializes in assassination related missions called the Black Lizards.” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled. “Are you an executive?” Hirotsu shook his head, replying that he was not. This tidbit of information stunned the two wizards. Even with his strong ability, Hirotsu still wasn't an executive, and was in a similar position as Chuuya Nakahara. Reading along the lines of this realisation, this meant that Osamu Dazai would have to be far more powerful than they had expected. These two have definitely been proven capable of taking up the job.
After a long pause of thoughtful silence, Dumbledore asked. “How will we be able to compensate you if we are hiring these two officials for approximately a year’s time?”
“The Port Mafia hopes that the magical community will not interfere with our operations in Yokohama. We think that our two societies should stay as having a neutral relationship and will not clash with each other. Do you agree on these contract terms?” Hirotsu asked with an extended hand, making the move to seal the deal.
Without hesitation, Dumbledore reached out and shook Hirotsu’s hand firmly. “I swear on my magic that the contract shall be fulfilled.” Swearing on one’s magic is the most sincere vow a wizard could make. Snape took note of the magic oozing out of Dumbledore’s arm, acknowledging the vow. Hirotsu’s eyes glowed purple for a split second, seemingly noticing the brush of magic.
“When will we meet them?” Dumbledore asked after they all stood up from their seats. “We will arrange a meeting for you with them tomorrow at noon at the nearest park from your reserved hotel rooms.” Hirotsu collected the two files on the table and left the café without waiting for a response.
Snape briefly stiffened. The Port Mafia was indeed powerful to be able to keep tabs of the activities within the city. It was probably how the clean up crew arrived at the café so swiftly. It made perfect sense that they would want to remain autonomous.
"Let us make our way to the hotel, Severus. We need to be well rested for tomorrow's events." Dumbledore made his way out of the café and Snape followed half a step behind him, silently agreeing to his statement. He waited for when they got to their hotel room before asking questions.
"Gaining influence in criminal organization circles now, Headmaster? Are you sure that they are to be trusted?" Snape snarkily remarked.
“The muggles from this organization don’t seem like the type to go back on their word. I think that they’ll be able to get the job done more efficiently than if we were to get the Ministry’s Aurors to run around the castle, don’t you?” Dumbledore calmly reasoned.
It was true that their other option wasn’t desirable, but Snape was still skeptical about having two teenage muggles trying to protect the entire student body from soul sucking dementors. However, there was nothing he could say or do to change Dumbledore’s mind if it was already made, not to mention that he already staked his magic to make a vow.
“Was it really necessary to contract an international organization? Couldn’t find a local one, Albus?” Though the outcome was set in stone, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t allowed to be salty about it. Dumbledore gave a hearty chuckle.
“In my search for potential organizations, I noticed that the more powerful ability users came from Yokohama. Which is why I decided to contact the Port Mafia as it was undeniably the most influential and strongest organization situated here.” Snape sighed, giving up trying to comprehend Dumbledore's decisions.
* * *
“Boss, we came.” Chuuya announced as Dazai pushed open the doors to Mori’s office. “Is there a new mission for us?” Chuuya questioned.
“Well he wouldn’t call us here if there wasn’t anything to tell us, now would he? Spit it out, Mori.” Dazai demanded with his arms crossed.
“You’ve got such a sharp tongue, Dazai-kun.” Mori cooed in a sickly sweet tone. Dazai stuck out his tongue in open defiance. “So?”
Mori leaned back into his chair, gesturing to the two to take a seat. Chuuya and Dazai swiftly complied, wanting this meeting to end as quickly as possible.
“You see, yesterday I found this envelope on my desk. The letter contained some questionable information and a plea for a contract regarding providing protection services for a year. It claimed that ‘magic’ was real and that they wanted us to provide people to protect students attending a witchcraft and wizardry school called Hogwarts. At first I had thought that this was an elaborate prank. However, that was before a sentence of words on the letter quite literally jumped off the paper and danced in front of my face, spelling out “This is proof that magic exists,” before returning back on the paper a moment later. Therefore, I have no choice but to believe that whatever information that this letter contains is true.” Dazai was on the verge of bursting into laughter. Chuuya tried to match Mori’s solemn look but ultimately failed. Did Mori finally become senile?
Dazai snatched the envelope from Mori’s clutches and read the letter inside. Chuuya leaned over his shoulder to read along with him. Indeed, the letter did in fact write about the presence of magic and the magical school of Hogwarts. It also stated that they wanted to contract a couple ability users to help protect their students from “dementors,” which were apparently soul sucking monsters which fed on happiness to sustain themselves. The confusion in the air was thick. Soukoku did not believe a word that the letter said. How could Mori have fallen for such an obvious joke?
Their eyes read the last line of the letter simultaneously. ‘This is proof that magic exists.’ The very line that Mori described dancing in front of his eyes. A beat passed. Then two. Suddenly, the inky words sprang to life, the strung together letters rolled off of the parchment paper and into the air.
Chuuya and Dazai were taken aback. This did not feel like the work of an ability, but something else entirely. Just as Mori had recounted, the entire sentence of words danced in front of their eyes, as if taunting them. Then the words abruptly dropped back down and settled onto the paper, as if nothing had happened. Mori raised an expectant eyebrow at the two.
“You’re not saying that you want us to go, are you?” Dazai scowled. Realisation dawned on Chuuya’s features. “You can’t be serious.” Mori blinked and smiled patently.
“Sharp as always, Dazai-kun. Yes, you’re right. I am planning on sending you two there to help provide the protection services that they need. A few minutes ago, Hirotsu reported that he was able to secure the contract with the wizards. The decision has already been made and you two will meet them tomorrow at noon at a park.” Mori explained. Dazai glared daggers at Mori while Chuuya clenched his fists. Their displeasure was evident.
“What about our work here? There’s plenty of paperwork to handle and no one is going to lead my squad.” Chuuya bit out.
“I will personally step in to handle any problems that may come from both of your ends. Do not worry about your work here as you carry out your job in London.” London. This school was overseas. The two figured that another factor Mori had thought through was that both of them incidentally knew how to speak English.
No matter how they argued, their fate could not be changed. Mori had already signed the contract for them to carry out this job, and that was unalterable. The Port Mafia never went back on its word.
“Is there anything else we should know about, or plan before the conversation tomorrow?” Dazai asked. Mori’s lips quirked up.
“They have seen your profiles, so they know all your basic information. The files do not have your ability’s information on them, so you could still keep it hidden from them. I would also recommend preparing to use an alias during this mission, you will be coming into contact with hundreds of kids daily after all.” Chuuya and Dazai processed the information silently.
“I’ll go by Asagiri Asahi.” Chuuya replied shortly after. He had used this alias before in a few past operations. Dazai hummed, contemplating which name he should use.
“I’ll go with Oba Yozo.” Their reactions were immediate. Chuuya and Mori both knew that this was Dazai’s given name. A name that he had abandoned long ago when he joined the Port Mafia.
“What the hell are you thinking, fishy Dazai? You’re going to use your old name? Could that not be easily retraced back to you?” Chuuya retorted. Mori’s eyebrows were knitted together in thought. He stared at Dazai as if he were dissecting every little detail about him, trying to find out why he would possibly choose that name. Dazai shrugged half heartedly.
“No one in their right mind would think that the small frail boy named Yozo would have any affiliation to me. That child died long ago. The Port Mafia’s environment made sure of that, isn’t that right, Mori?” Dazai’s voice dripped with sarcasm. Mori looked at Dazai for a few moments with a cold, calculative stare. Dazai returned the stare with a mirrored version, one that he had been rehearsing for years.
“I suppose that your alias is fine.” Mori eventually uttered, the sickly sweet smile returning to his features.
“To go along with your alias, I have thought of a simple backstory. You could tell them that you both work for Yokohama’s government and regularly take up missions together. Due to your impeccable teamwork and skills, you end up getting assigned with this particular mission and end up where you are today.” Chuuya and Dazai easily committed it to memory. It was indeed a simple backstory.
After further consolidating the information on the letter with Mori, Chuuya and Dazai exited the office with the letter in tow. They needed to make some preparations for the conversations they were going to have tomorrow.
~*~
“I still can’t believe that you’re going with that name as your alias.” Chuuya frowned. They were standing at the appointed park, waiting for the two wizards to arrive at noon.
Dazai scoffed, “That’s like the tenth time you’re saying that, Chibi.” Chuuya’s jaw clenched tightly.
“Well, yeah? And you still haven’t given me a proper explanation of why.” He glared at the brunette. Dazai chuckled. “What’s there to explain? I just felt like it; there’s no need to be so serious about picking an alias when it’s going to be minimally used.” Chuuya looked to be barely holding back a punch. Dazai’s carefree attitude seemed to intentionally egg him on.
Out of nowhere, they heard someone loudly clear their throat. Chuuya barely contained his anger and looked to see who the sound came from. It was a long bearded old man with white hair and blue eyes. Behind him stood a tall pale man with black greasy hair who looked like he had no sleep last night. It was the wizards that they were waiting for. Chuuya’s emotions instantly dissipated.
“You must be Dumbledore-san and Snape-san! It’s good to know that you wizards know to be punctual. I’m Dazai, and this is Nakahara.” Dazai cheerily introduced themselves. Chuuya bristled when he was called by his last name; not many people called him Nakahara. Though, he was sure that he needed to get used to it sooner or later anyways.
Dumbledore smiled patiently and asked, “Will you tell us more about your abilities?” He didn’t want to push too hard for the information, but it was worth a shot to ask. Dazai and Chuuya shared a long, knowing look with each other. After a brief moment, Chuuya placed his hand on Dazai’s shoulder.
“My ability is called ‘Yogorecchimatta Kaneshimini,’ or ‘Upon The Tainted Sorrow.’ It allows me to manipulate the gravity of any object that I touch.” Chuuya explained and spared a glance at Dazai.
“Dazai’s ability is ‘Ningen Shikkaku’ or ‘No Longer Human.’ He doesn’t want you to know what his ability does yet, though. So I will not elaborate further on his behalf.” Dumbledore’s lips stretched to a smile and he reassured us that he didn’t mind.
False. Dazai could tell that Dumbledore felt frustrated about not knowing his ability. A troublemaking urge sparked in him. It was as if he were playing with Mori. He held back, of course. He was supposed to be working for them for the next year. Bad first impressions were going to be avoided at all costs.
“When will we leave for this school? How will we get there?” Dazai innocently asked. He observed the two wizards closely. They seemed to be looking out for potential eavesdroppers. Ah, so they were using ‘magic’ for their way of travel. How interesting.
“Could it be arranged for the both of you to depart tomorrow? It could be advantageous for you to arrive early to get to know the castle grounds better before the students arrive for the school term. We will travel there via apparition, it’s a form of magical transportation that could be referred to as teleporting.” Dumbledore offered.
‘Tomorrow, huh. I’d have time for at least one last night at the bar to say my goodbyes to Ango.’ Dazai mused. Chuuya didn’t have any ongoing plans, so he settled on hanging out with Kouyou for the last night he would have at the Port Mafia in a while.
The duo discreetly raised their eyebrows at each other before Dazai answered, “Sure, that could happen. Have you arranged a place for us to stay during the contract?”
“Yes, we have arranged for a large classroom on the ground level to be cleared for your use. You could also leave the castle grounds whenever you’d like, we do not wish to chain you two to the school grounds all year. Additionally, we have decided to grant you admin authority in the school. Meaning that you are able to punish students by handing out detention and taking away house points. As you are not professors, when you assign detention to a student, you may name a professor for them to have it with. The castle’s magic will see it through that the detention will be served.” Dumbledore slowly explained. This authority was going to be very handy. Dazai was already thinking of ways to exploit it.
“I’m sure that introducing us as people from an overseas mafia would cause quite a stir among the others. Could I propose that you introduce us as agents from Yokohama’s government? We could say that we were assigned to this mission based on our teamwork and skill sets. We also wish to go by aliases in public. Dazai as Oba Yozo and I as Asahi Asagiri.” Chuuya politely proposed. The two professors shared a look and it seemed as if they were talking with each other in their minds. Perhaps a form of telepathy.
Snape eventually nodded, accepting the proposition for their fake names and backstories. Dazai asked about the route they would take tomorrow on their journey to Hogwarts.
Snape responded, “We will go to Diagon Alley through the Leaky Cauldron for you to exchange your muggle currency to the wizarding currency at Gringotts bank. It would also allow you to buy some wizarding robes for you to wear at Hogwarts so that you could fit in. We could allocate some time for you to stroll around the street to buy more items if needed before directly apparating to Hogwart’s grounds.” As the information spewed out, Dazai committed it to memory. The conversation was rather fruitful.
Dazai concluded, “Alright, then. We will be waiting for you here at the same time tomorrow.”