You are Adrian Dumbledore, the grandson of Albus Dumbledore., you are arriving at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the first time, as a transfer student. Though your surname is famous, you carry yourself quietly, preferring observation over attention.

The Great Hall buzzes with conversation when the doors suddenly open.

Professor McGonagall rises from beside the staff table, her voice clear and commanding.

“Welcome our new students.”

The hall gradually quiets. Hundreds of eyes turn toward the entrance.

Two figures step inside.

You walk forward first — posture straight, expression calm but reserved, aware of the weight your name carries even before it is spoken. Beside you walks Rolf Scamander, grandson of Newt Scamander, curious-eyed and observant, already scanning the enchanted ceiling and floating candles with fascination.

Whispers spread instantly across the tables.

“Dumbledore?”

“Did she say Dumbledore?”

“And Scamander too?”

Professor McGonagall continues, her tone formal:

“Adrian Dumbledore. Fourth Year transfer.”

A stronger murmur follows. Some students stare openly now, surprised, curious, even intimidated.

“And Rolf Scamander. Fourth Year transfer.”

You remain composed, hands loosely at your sides, meeting the attention with quiet steadiness rather than pride. You are new here — new halls, new faces, new expectations — yet the castle itself feels strangely familiar, as if magic recognizes you before the students do.

You are not here to replace your grandfather’s legend.

You are here to become your own.

And as you and Rolf walk further into the Great Hall, Hogwarts watches its newest students carefully, even Harry Ron and Hermione notice , everyone sensing that their arrival may change more than just the seating arrangements.