The HP/Negima crossover
So some time ago I was reading some HP threads somewhere, and came upon...
So some time ago I was reading some HP threads somewhere, and came upon...
Harry Potter Magi Scholaricus (HP/Negima cross)
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The HP/Negima crossover
So some time ago I was reading some HP threads somewhere, and came upon the discussion on possible HP/Negima cross. So it got me thinking some, and imagining some more, and then I came upon this picture, and the whole thing didn't want to sit in my mind any longer. So I started writing.
In as few words as possible: this is a merging of HP and Negima worlds, a take on 'How could Hogwarts look if it existed in Negima universe?'. Similarly the whole thing will revolve around Harry Potter, with the storyline kinda sorta resembling HP. Only not really
. There will be other bits and pieces, but I don't want to make this a big spoiler, so lets end on that note.
PS. It is still Negima universe, so expect dragons, giant summons, spells leveling those summons and big chunks of property besides. And 'splosions. Not for quite a few installments though. I like to take my time in narration.
Without further ado then:
Prologue
Chapter 1 Part 1
Chapter 1 Part 2
Chapter 1 Part 3
So some time ago I was reading some HP threads somewhere, and came upon the discussion on possible HP/Negima cross. So it got me thinking some, and imagining some more, and then I came upon this picture, and the whole thing didn't want to sit in my mind any longer. So I started writing.
In as few words as possible: this is a merging of HP and Negima worlds, a take on 'How could Hogwarts look if it existed in Negima universe?'. Similarly the whole thing will revolve around Harry Potter, with the storyline kinda sorta resembling HP. Only not really
. There will be other bits and pieces, but I don't want to make this a big spoiler, so lets end on that note.PS. It is still Negima universe, so expect dragons, giant summons, spells leveling those summons and big chunks of property besides. And 'splosions. Not for quite a few installments though. I like to take my time in narration.
Without further ado then:
Prologue
Chapter 1 Part 1
Chapter 1 Part 2
Chapter 1 Part 3
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Prologue
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Prologue
Everything started in a small town in the county of Surrey, going by the name of Little Whinging. There, one September night, at the steps of a particular nondescript house located at number 4 Privet Drive, a small wicker basket was laid, and on top of it, a latter in a blank, unaddressed envelope. Inside it, secured in a number of warm blankets, slept an infant with fuzz of black hair. At the side of its face a small wound was carefully dressed with a small piece of gauze, that nonetheless seemed oversized on the baby's head.
Few steps away from the basket stood a man of truly gigantic proportions, weeping quietly, and blowing his nose in a handkerchief the size of small towel. But few moments earlier his own hands laid the basket on those particular steps, and he was still in grief about the terrible tragedy of the night before.
A small cat watched all that with bright green eyes, luminous in the dark of the night. It had sat there for a long time, before the giant man arrived, before the sun has even fully set behind the horizon. And it could possibly stay there for hours still, motionless and unbothered by the passage of time, like only cats truly could, only in a quiet whoosh of fire, it's lone vigil was disturbed, and it wasn't alone any more.
The face that greeted it was known to every man, woman and child of the Inner World in England, and even foreign lands.
With his long hair and beard greyed to the point of being white, dressed smartly in long black overcoat of severe cut, stood Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Magwump, and, as of yesterday, quite possibly the most powerful being on the face of Earth.
But above all else, at that very moment he was a very old, and very tired man. Wrinkles lining his head did not seem that deep for a dozen years, and the bags under his eyes spoke volumes about the ordeals he had to face this past twenty four hours. To those who has known him more closely, the fact that he arrived only now to this place, spoke even louder.
With a drown-out sigh, the man seemed to deflate even further, and half-sat, half-collapsed upon the stone wall, next to the cat.
~•~
"I should have known, I would meet you here, Minerva" Albus spoke tiredly.
When he turned next, instead of the cat stood a wizened old woman in a neat suit dress, a light green overcoat, and with a small likely coloured beret resting on her head. She too looked distinctly tired, and a certain redness around her eyes indicated that she may have been crying not too long ago.
"Welcome back, Albus", she answered. "You look awful. Have you slept any since last night?"
"Ah, yes I think I did manage to catch a little nap this afternoon... but never you mind, my dear, I will have plenty of time enough to rest in my grave. For now there are more important matters at hand", he looked at the giant still standing in front of the steps. "Much more important."
For a moment Minerva looked like she might object, but she shook her had tiredly, seemingly leaving the lecture for another occasion. Probably one where he wouldn't call her on her hypocrisy. She looked like she didn't sleep at all as well. Instead she sat back down, and for a long minute they watched in silence.
"Albus, what happened there?" she asked finally. "It just... it seems so sudden. It was only on Monday that I received a letter from Lily, happily nursing young Harry, and now..."
"I'm afraid I do not know. By the time I arrived everything was already done. The house was half in ruins, and the grounds looked like the battlefield. I only found young Harry crying in the only room at all resembling undamaged. Of Lily and James, there was no trace, but I cannot think of anything short of death that would make them abandon him so."
"But how could that..." Minerva tried to ask, but the words failed her, and only her lips opened and closed helplessly trying to find a way to express everything she felt.
"He seemed so strong. So much above... With every mad adventure I thought that was it, that he couldn't possibly... but then he went and there was something even more crazy... I-I thought, each time I thought he couldn't... a- and even poor Lily..."
Her words trailed of, and a small strangled sob escaped her lips. She stopped herself and forcibly wiped the beginnings of new tears from her eyes. Minerva was never one for open shows of grief. For all the years he would known her, he only saw her cry once or try. She'd always rather keep her grief inside, at least until no one was around to watch. That she has broken so, only showed how much she was shaken. Albus slowly moved and embraced her with one arm, offering whatever comfort he could.
But he did not speak a word. His own thoughts were too dark for comfort. He didn't have facts, only suspicions, and those alone painted a foreboding picture. He did not dare speak of them here, not wanting to burden anyone with them. At least not yet, while there was still hope.
Only earlier this evening Severus finally called him from the ruins of the lost city of Iram in Rub' al Khali, where he found the guardians destroyed, magnificent pillars broken, and the rest of the prison pristine and deserted. How that could have happened, he could only guess, and there was precious little time for guessing.
What was almost certain, was the fact that James and Lily Potter did not survive last night. He couldn't imagine any other reason for them to abandon their child without a word or guardian, or to contact anyone when they were attacked and their home ruined. He could only hope that however James' life was claimed, he did not sell it cheap.
That Harry Potter miraculously survived with only a scratch certainly indicated that whoever attack Godrick's Hollow did not leave unscathed, or perhaps did not leave at all. But without further proof, Albus could only assume the worst. And the worst assume he did.
Sometime last night the...
"Is this really alright, Albus?" Minerva's words interrupted his thoughts. He turned his head and saw her looking towards the steps, where the child was sleeping peacefully. "To leave him here alone like that? And with only a letter..."
Dumbledore wanted to reassure her, that yes, it was perfectly alright to leave Harry here, that indeed it was the best possible solution, but the words caught in his throat. Truth was, he did not think it the best solution, but other matters, more important than young Harry required his attention, and he could barely spare this brief moment to supervise. He could perhaps ask Hagrid or Minerva to bring young Harry during the day, and he knew they would readily agreed, but the Dursleys were not fond of magic, and for the sake of the boy it was best not to antagonise them. He composed the latter carefully to leave all the inner world matters out of it, and it should serve better in that role. The neighbourhood was peaceful and nothing would happen here. And perhaps he was just making up excuses to avoid this sad duty.
"I hope so, Minerva." he said finally. "I really do..."
~•~
Some time later a breeze swept the once again empty front yard of number 4 Privet Drive, gently ruffling the neat hedges. Inside his basket, Harry Potter rolled over, one small hand closing on the blank envelope, inside which was a tale he would not learn for many years. He slept on blissfully unaware of the things to come, as did all other peoples of England. He could not know that at this very moment, few choice people meeting secretly in the heart of the hidden society were frantically preparing for war that would not come.
~•~
Nearly ten years later, a bright little pop icon at the bottom left corner of the screen, announced that a new email message appeared in the inbox of one Vernon Dursley, director of Grunnings, proud father of an eleven years old Dudley Dursley, and considerably less proud uncle of one Harry James Potter.
The mouse moved and a fat finger clicked to open the message.
A few tense seconds later, the same finger, but more pale, with a considerable force hit the 'delete' button on the keyboard.
Notes
1. You know, I had plans to make this a quite light hearted story, but then I thought everything through and the number of skeletons I found in both canon closets just knocked me to the floor.
2. I have some plans for this, so I'm starting slowly. Mainly a bit of a world building, and fleshing out characters. Expect next installment to be mostly the same.
3. I planned to place a few small hints, but on the second look I think they came out rather heavy-handed. Here's hoping not everything will be painfully obvious from the start.
4. Not much Negima here yet. Well it will not appear untill a bit later in the story, when we get to Diagon Alley. Couldn't do much about it, really.
Everything started in a small town in the county of Surrey, going by the name of Little Whinging. There, one September night, at the steps of a particular nondescript house located at number 4 Privet Drive, a small wicker basket was laid, and on top of it, a latter in a blank, unaddressed envelope. Inside it, secured in a number of warm blankets, slept an infant with fuzz of black hair. At the side of its face a small wound was carefully dressed with a small piece of gauze, that nonetheless seemed oversized on the baby's head.
Few steps away from the basket stood a man of truly gigantic proportions, weeping quietly, and blowing his nose in a handkerchief the size of small towel. But few moments earlier his own hands laid the basket on those particular steps, and he was still in grief about the terrible tragedy of the night before.
A small cat watched all that with bright green eyes, luminous in the dark of the night. It had sat there for a long time, before the giant man arrived, before the sun has even fully set behind the horizon. And it could possibly stay there for hours still, motionless and unbothered by the passage of time, like only cats truly could, only in a quiet whoosh of fire, it's lone vigil was disturbed, and it wasn't alone any more.
The face that greeted it was known to every man, woman and child of the Inner World in England, and even foreign lands.
With his long hair and beard greyed to the point of being white, dressed smartly in long black overcoat of severe cut, stood Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Magwump, and, as of yesterday, quite possibly the most powerful being on the face of Earth.
But above all else, at that very moment he was a very old, and very tired man. Wrinkles lining his head did not seem that deep for a dozen years, and the bags under his eyes spoke volumes about the ordeals he had to face this past twenty four hours. To those who has known him more closely, the fact that he arrived only now to this place, spoke even louder.
With a drown-out sigh, the man seemed to deflate even further, and half-sat, half-collapsed upon the stone wall, next to the cat.
~•~
"I should have known, I would meet you here, Minerva" Albus spoke tiredly.
When he turned next, instead of the cat stood a wizened old woman in a neat suit dress, a light green overcoat, and with a small likely coloured beret resting on her head. She too looked distinctly tired, and a certain redness around her eyes indicated that she may have been crying not too long ago.
"Welcome back, Albus", she answered. "You look awful. Have you slept any since last night?"
"Ah, yes I think I did manage to catch a little nap this afternoon... but never you mind, my dear, I will have plenty of time enough to rest in my grave. For now there are more important matters at hand", he looked at the giant still standing in front of the steps. "Much more important."
For a moment Minerva looked like she might object, but she shook her had tiredly, seemingly leaving the lecture for another occasion. Probably one where he wouldn't call her on her hypocrisy. She looked like she didn't sleep at all as well. Instead she sat back down, and for a long minute they watched in silence.
"Albus, what happened there?" she asked finally. "It just... it seems so sudden. It was only on Monday that I received a letter from Lily, happily nursing young Harry, and now..."
"I'm afraid I do not know. By the time I arrived everything was already done. The house was half in ruins, and the grounds looked like the battlefield. I only found young Harry crying in the only room at all resembling undamaged. Of Lily and James, there was no trace, but I cannot think of anything short of death that would make them abandon him so."
"But how could that..." Minerva tried to ask, but the words failed her, and only her lips opened and closed helplessly trying to find a way to express everything she felt.
"He seemed so strong. So much above... With every mad adventure I thought that was it, that he couldn't possibly... but then he went and there was something even more crazy... I-I thought, each time I thought he couldn't... a- and even poor Lily..."
Her words trailed of, and a small strangled sob escaped her lips. She stopped herself and forcibly wiped the beginnings of new tears from her eyes. Minerva was never one for open shows of grief. For all the years he would known her, he only saw her cry once or try. She'd always rather keep her grief inside, at least until no one was around to watch. That she has broken so, only showed how much she was shaken. Albus slowly moved and embraced her with one arm, offering whatever comfort he could.
But he did not speak a word. His own thoughts were too dark for comfort. He didn't have facts, only suspicions, and those alone painted a foreboding picture. He did not dare speak of them here, not wanting to burden anyone with them. At least not yet, while there was still hope.
Only earlier this evening Severus finally called him from the ruins of the lost city of Iram in Rub' al Khali, where he found the guardians destroyed, magnificent pillars broken, and the rest of the prison pristine and deserted. How that could have happened, he could only guess, and there was precious little time for guessing.
What was almost certain, was the fact that James and Lily Potter did not survive last night. He couldn't imagine any other reason for them to abandon their child without a word or guardian, or to contact anyone when they were attacked and their home ruined. He could only hope that however James' life was claimed, he did not sell it cheap.
That Harry Potter miraculously survived with only a scratch certainly indicated that whoever attack Godrick's Hollow did not leave unscathed, or perhaps did not leave at all. But without further proof, Albus could only assume the worst. And the worst assume he did.
Sometime last night the...
"Is this really alright, Albus?" Minerva's words interrupted his thoughts. He turned his head and saw her looking towards the steps, where the child was sleeping peacefully. "To leave him here alone like that? And with only a letter..."
Dumbledore wanted to reassure her, that yes, it was perfectly alright to leave Harry here, that indeed it was the best possible solution, but the words caught in his throat. Truth was, he did not think it the best solution, but other matters, more important than young Harry required his attention, and he could barely spare this brief moment to supervise. He could perhaps ask Hagrid or Minerva to bring young Harry during the day, and he knew they would readily agreed, but the Dursleys were not fond of magic, and for the sake of the boy it was best not to antagonise them. He composed the latter carefully to leave all the inner world matters out of it, and it should serve better in that role. The neighbourhood was peaceful and nothing would happen here. And perhaps he was just making up excuses to avoid this sad duty.
"I hope so, Minerva." he said finally. "I really do..."
~•~
Some time later a breeze swept the once again empty front yard of number 4 Privet Drive, gently ruffling the neat hedges. Inside his basket, Harry Potter rolled over, one small hand closing on the blank envelope, inside which was a tale he would not learn for many years. He slept on blissfully unaware of the things to come, as did all other peoples of England. He could not know that at this very moment, few choice people meeting secretly in the heart of the hidden society were frantically preparing for war that would not come.
~•~
Nearly ten years later, a bright little pop icon at the bottom left corner of the screen, announced that a new email message appeared in the inbox of one Vernon Dursley, director of Grunnings, proud father of an eleven years old Dudley Dursley, and considerably less proud uncle of one Harry James Potter.
The mouse moved and a fat finger clicked to open the message.
A few tense seconds later, the same finger, but more pale, with a considerable force hit the 'delete' button on the keyboard.
Notes
1. You know, I had plans to make this a quite light hearted story, but then I thought everything through and the number of skeletons I found in both canon closets just knocked me to the floor.
2. I have some plans for this, so I'm starting slowly. Mainly a bit of a world building, and fleshing out characters. Expect next installment to be mostly the same.
3. I planned to place a few small hints, but on the second look I think they came out rather heavy-handed. Here's hoping not everything will be painfully obvious from the start.
4. Not much Negima here yet. Well it will not appear untill a bit later in the story, when we get to Diagon Alley. Couldn't do much about it, really.
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This looks good so far. Out of curiosity, if it isn't too spoilery to tell, is it generally safe to assume that notable characters and events from Negima exist/existed/will exist in so far as they don't conflict with the events and story being laid down around Harry and the inserted HP story elements? Related to that, what years is this taking place in? The reference of Vernon checking is e-mail makes it seem probable that it is taking place closer to the Negima canon story time than the HP one, but it isn't certain.
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Most events from Negima cannon previous to the beggining of the story took place, if with some major twists here and there. Similarly most characters from Negima canon remain unchanged with some notable exceptions, that I hope will prove interesting to note.
The world this story takes place is basically Negima world, with similar magic and technology. Only changes are those necessary for Hogwarts to exist. I'll try to limit the changes in that direction. Hogwarts will be very different, but I try to twist what can be seen of magic in Negima canon to preserve all the craziness present there.
That being said, Negima takes place in something resembling present time. I don't think a date was mentioned anwhere in the canon. For the purpose of this story I actually place it somewhere in the not-to-far future. (People at mahora witness crazy giant robots, androids, and holographic projections without much blinking, so I'm taking it the technology is somewhat more advanced).
The world this story takes place is basically Negima world, with similar magic and technology. Only changes are those necessary for Hogwarts to exist. I'll try to limit the changes in that direction. Hogwarts will be very different, but I try to twist what can be seen of magic in Negima canon to preserve all the craziness present there.
That being said, Negima takes place in something resembling present time. I don't think a date was mentioned anwhere in the canon. For the purpose of this story I actually place it somewhere in the not-to-far future. (People at mahora witness crazy giant robots, androids, and holographic projections without much blinking, so I'm taking it the technology is somewhat more advanced).
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While I don't think the actual date was stated, there is context that can be used to figure out generally when things occurred. For instance Negi was born in 1993, and is 9 when he becomes a teacher (while he claims to be 10, he also notes that is under a system of calculating ages that starts with the person being 1 when born, and increases by 1 each birthday after). As such Negima canon starts in 2002. As for the technology, that generally seems to be a mix of Mahora having unusually high tech compared to the rest of the world, and Akamatsu verse in general having weird bits of super advanced tech along side the more normal technology for the time period (for instance the AIs in A.I. Love You, much of what Kaolla Su from Love Hina makes, etc.). That said, shifting things slightly into the future doesn't really alter it overly much, and likely will help in avoiding anachronisms, though the uneven tech level could explain those away anyway.
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ecs05norway
Zenryoku Zenkai!
Definitely paying attention to this one. Awaiting next part warmly.
Looks interesting. I am only hoping that the people who sent the email actually check up with Harry afterwards. I can't possibly see them stopping at just an email. I also would not consider Dumbledore the strongest mage on earth. It doesn't really make sense with people like Rakan and Nagi out there. Other than that though I have always liked Negima, and I am interested in seeing how you put HP in the setting.
A couple of things.
First, and this is just a side comment, Harry Potter, the book series, exists in the Akamatsuverse. In one of the early volumes, Negi makes a comment about 'no Quiditch jokes' when riding on his flying staff.
Second, I think the two areas that Potterverse magic is superior to Akamatsuverse magic are teleportation (as portkeys and Apparation seem much more common, and the only known actual teleportation in Negima has been by high powered mages) and transfiguration.
Though, Potterverse's undetectable expansion charm (makes things bigger on the inside than the outside) is also pretty cool.
Third, don't forget that there's a difference between Western and Eastern magic traditions in Negima.
First, and this is just a side comment, Harry Potter, the book series, exists in the Akamatsuverse. In one of the early volumes, Negi makes a comment about 'no Quiditch jokes' when riding on his flying staff.
Second, I think the two areas that Potterverse magic is superior to Akamatsuverse magic are teleportation (as portkeys and Apparation seem much more common, and the only known actual teleportation in Negima has been by high powered mages) and transfiguration.
Though, Potterverse's undetectable expansion charm (makes things bigger on the inside than the outside) is also pretty cool.
Third, don't forget that there's a difference between Western and Eastern magic traditions in Negima.
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I'm not sure if it's correct, but I got the impression that was being noted from Professor McGonagall's point of view, and thus potentially subject to unreliable narrator and personal bias.
While I don't recall much about teleportation, I would note that there seems to be some pretty strong transfiguration in Negima that doesn't really get seen much. After all, one of the possible punishments in the setting is being turned into a ermine.
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Those two aren't on Earth, though, they're on counter-Mars. Along with most of the other figures in that weight class we know the current location of, save for Eva (who I could see Dumbledore equaling fairly easily from a narrative perspective).
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Well from what I heard Akamatsu was a fan of Harry Potter, though I was under impression that Negi was supposed to be Harry expy of a sort.
In this fic Potterverse is inserted quite a bit more explicitly, which will become readily apparent later on. I prefer to treat canon more like a source of inspiration and basis on which to build stuff than a strict set of rules. I hope it won't make me many enemies.
The Harry Potter magic is not supposed to exist in this fic. I just put things here that could theoretically be achievable given what we see in Negia canon. I'm allowing animagus transformation, since some form of man to animal transformation exists, and I'm alowing phoenix travel becouse it's cool
(plus there is this instant Earth to Mars teleportation).The division between Western and Estern magic isn't explained in much details, and I can't quite decide what to do with it. Thankfully British mages use western magic, which is also the one Negi is using in canon so that makes it easier at this point. I'll worry about the rest when I get to it.
Like it is pointed Rakan is in Mundus Magicus, thus not 'on the face of Earth'. The only other candidates are Eva (who is bound by the curse and thus helpless, Albireo Imma, who is bound in some other way, and thus equally helpless. There MAY possibly be Fate, but I honestly don't have any idea of how to utilise him yet, or if I will utilise him at all.
Also Minerva is not aware of any of them being on Earth now, so there is that
All that said the next installment is ready, but I'm working to build up a buffer of unposted fragments. I'll probably post it on thursday, or maybe wednesday.
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Too bad you're dropping HP Transfiguration, as it would be interesting to see it added to Negi's repertoire. Plus, Negi being able to teleport would help when he needs to get someplace fast.
Plus, Undetectable Expansion charm would be useful, as the only time we see it is in Eva's castle.
The difference between Western and Eastern magic seems to be several things.
First, Eastern magic uses ki instead of mana.
Second, they tend to use Ofuda, and some specialized tools, with the occasional element of mundra/ingei (what Naruto calls handseals) rather than a general magical talisman such as wand, ring, or staff.
Third, they use summoning a lot more (both can summon, Eastern magi tend to use it more.)
Fourth, and this is pretty obvious, they use Eastern languages, whereas Western magi use Latin, Greek, and occasionally Sanskrit.
Plus, Undetectable Expansion charm would be useful, as the only time we see it is in Eva's castle.
The difference between Western and Eastern magic seems to be several things.
First, Eastern magic uses ki instead of mana.
Second, they tend to use Ofuda, and some specialized tools, with the occasional element of mundra/ingei (what Naruto calls handseals) rather than a general magical talisman such as wand, ring, or staff.
Third, they use summoning a lot more (both can summon, Eastern magi tend to use it more.)
Fourth, and this is pretty obvious, they use Eastern languages, whereas Western magi use Latin, Greek, and occasionally Sanskrit.
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Ancient Greek, not modern Greek, as I understand, which is a fair bit of difference (like Latin and Italian).
Yeah, sorry.
Should have been more specific with that.
Should have been more specific with that.
And? Barty Crouch Junior turned Malfoy into a ferret with a wave of his wand, when he was pretending to be Moody. Plus, animagi.
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I was not suggesting such did not exist in Harry Potter. My point was that there is complex transfiguration in Negima rather than it being absent.
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ecs05norway
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Interesting. And I gotta say that I'm curious which is more dread by Magic Britain's society, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named(-Without-Many-Hyphens), or the Advent of Evil, Maga Nosferatu, Apostle of Calamity, aka: Kitty.
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Well, in Negima he went to school in Wales, if I remember correctly, and seemed to have family (or rather guardians) there. Presumably he was already there at the point that he came to be noted as an exceptionally skilled mage. Admittedly that may be one of the things that changes, but who knows.
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Interesting. And I gotta say that I'm curious which is more dread by Magic Britain's society, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named(-Without-Many-Hyphens), or the Advent of Evil, Maga Nosferatu, Apostle of Calamity, aka: Kitty.
That's a pretty good question actually. Eva was out there longer, and overall did a lot more than Voldi. I have plans to make her a more proper boogey man than she was in canon (though still with a soft spot or two).
But I still think Voldemort would still be more feared in Britain presently, if for no other reason, than he was here more recently, while Eva was rather making a trip of the other hemisphere in recent decades.
Ah, um. That is actually a question which cannot be answered simply. I have a deep suspicion, that when it will become apparent some of you will hate me and curse me, even as some others will hopefully like it more. Ah, being vague, the most terrible of crimes
Since Negi is in much the same boat as Harry - family killed by old enemies - you could argue that his being sent to Japan was in reality a way of getting him out of the U.K. and to someplace safer, the teacher thing just being a cover.
ecs05norway
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This is the one part of Negima that has never made sense to me.
On the other hand, ridiculous prodigies do exist in RL. There is for example the case of Michael Kearney, who earned his first bachelor's degree - that's right, graduated college - at the age of ten.
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Looks like a good start.
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Looks like a good start.