Reborn As A Squib In Harry potter

The magicals of the world could have made themselves indispensable to a burgeoning Industrial Revolution, but instead had decided to eff off. The equivalent of a kid on the playground complaining the other boys weren't playing nice, and then running home with the ball so nobody else could play. Sure, one of the other kids was throwing rocks, but that didn't mean the rest of the playground had to suffer!

Short-sighted selfishness. That was what it was, in the end. That, and irrational fear and paranoia.

And it had only gotten worse in the decades and centuries since.

I shook my head to dispel the morbid thoughts on wizardly stupidity, and with a bit of Occlumency to stamp it down, focused instead on the beautiful artwork on display.

"Her eyes really do follow you," Sam muttered, weaving his head back and forth.

"Weird," Harry agreed softly.

"You got to a school with ghosts and living paintings," I scoffed.

"Yeah, but that's magic. This is pure talent," Harry replied, peering at the portrait intensely.

'I wonder if Harry has found a hobby for himself,' I thought idly.

Eventually, we had to move on. Even early in the day there were still enormous crowds, and we could only spend so long at each section without being pushed or shoved.

After touring the entire mundane section of the Louvre, or as much as we'd been able to do, we stopped for lunch, and prepared to enter the magical artwork section of the museum.

"Oh! Sam, before I forget, here, you may need these," I said, pulling out a glasses case which I passed to him. Sam opened it, revealing a pair of glasses with thick horn rims. Runes had been scribbled onto the frame.

"Those should let you see through any magical barriers we come across," I told him as he put them on. "And if we come across any Muggle repelling wards, you can lay a hand on Harry's shoulder and it should be enough to get you through. If that's okay with Harry, of course."

Harry bobbed his head rapidly, confirming that yes, it was fine if Sam had to use Harry to navigate the magical side of things.

"Huh, that door wasn't there before," Sam muttered, squinting at the door that led to the magical side of things.

"What did it look like without the glasses?" I asked curiously.

"I just saw a sign that said the artwork was removed for restoration, and I felt the urge to move on and look at something else," Sam frowned. "But now I can clearly see that there's no sign. Just a door."

"Interesting," I hummed. "Can you get any closer without Harry's help?"

Sam stepped forward, and found that he didn't feel the urge to turn his attention to a different exhibit. He told this to me, which I found fascinating.

"Now, that is very curious," I mused. "Is the Muggle Repelling Ward weak enough to be broken if the Muggle actually has the ability to see through it, or is this just a different variant that doesn't have the repellent aspect, and just obscures the vision?"

"We can figure that out later!" Harry said, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me towards the door. "Come on, I want to see what else there is!"

"Okay, okay! No need to pull so hard on my sleeve," I chuckled, letting Harry lead me towards the magical exhibits.

Walking through the door was like stepping into a magical wonderland, and that was no joke. I felt like Alice after falling down the rabbit hole. Everything was just so in your face with the magic and enchantments it was surreal.

It also proved my theory that Magical Britain was boring as fudge – both the Minister and the candy – because I'd never seen anything like this in Magical Britain.

There were elegant fountains made of gold that shot rainbows into the air, and delicate castles of spun sugar that floated through the air. Statues of famous witches and wizards winked, nodded, and even chatted with passersby, animated in a similar way to the living portraits that I was more familiar with. They had those too, of course. Animals made from precious metals and stones wandered about in a petting zoo-like enclosure, and of course there were a bunch of old and famous models of broomsticks, which had Harry's immediate attention.

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