HP: In The Magical World As An Extra

There was just so much about magical Britain's logic that didn't make sense, at least to me.

Hogwarts was the main example of this looking at the school from a serious point of view it was a complete joke.

There was an entire castle to be used, filled with hundreds of rooms, but there were only nine maybe ten core subjects taught, with a further seven in the elective years after third year, and only a handful of extracurricular subjects to choose from.

That was at most thirty rooms' worth of classes, and how can one professor per subject possibly teach seven hundred students.

High schools with the same number of students need at least four or five, and even if each class used two classrooms each there would still be loads of rooms unused.

That was probably why Dumbledore was able to justify making an entire half floor of the school out of bounds in the first book for his little philosopher stone test.

On top of all this, there was just no way, that Hogwarts was able to teach all aspects of magic with such a limited staff and extremely short curriculum list.

Seventeen classes in seven years, what a joke. What about conjuration, alchemy, enchanting, Wizard law, magical healing, and I'm sure there are loads more subjects that Hogwarts probably doesn't even touch on.

So how was it the best wizarding school in Britain, unless all the others were even worse than this?

Shaking my head I set the letters down as I resolved to think about the flaws of magical Britain another time.

If I continued now I'd never stop and I could probably write another series of books on the matter on just the flaws alone. Right now I have to focus.

There were things I had to do now that I remembered what was going on.

I had to get my school stuff gathered up, but before that I had to go to Gringotts first. I remember professor McGonagall mention something about a student stipend for orphans attending Hogwarts.

Maybe that was the reason I had to go there that Hogwarts was the only school that was able to take orphaned magical children, it would make sense in a way.

I quickly moved to get dressed as I saw my bag at the end of the bed with a couple of sets of spare clothes. I'd get breakfast after my business in the alley was done.

Once I was dressed in my jeans, t-shirt and jacket, I went to lift my Hogwarts letter, I blinked seeing that it was on its own, the other letter had disappeared. I guess it wasn't going to stay, it would be kind of hard to explain if someone found it.

It's not exactly a fact I want people to know, if people knew I know what's going to happen in the future it could be very bad for me best to keep that fact on the down low.

With my letter in hand I headed over to the door out of my rented room. I knew the way down and out and my destination and I couldn't help but feel giddy with excitement as I walked down the corridor and the stairs as I thought about where I was actually going.

Stepping out the back door my eyes widened seeing a group of other people standing there as the wall parted. It was just as cool as in the movies watching the bricks part creating the doorway into the alley.

I walked through the gateway and into the alley after the people in front of me and I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping.

It was as amazing as I thought it would be, the alley was bustling with activity not as busy as in the movie but still very busy.

I had to keep my head down as I made my way down the narrowed alley through the crowd.

This was something else that confused me about magical Britain. Surely there were other places to shop in the country other than the alley.

This couldn't be the only place that catered to the magicals of Britain. There would be no way it could accommodate everyone.

Maybe there were smaller places hidden out in other locations the books and movies just didn't touch on?

That had to be the case, just like other magical schools, they weren't brought up till the tri-wizard tournament there were bound to be others.

Finally, after about ten minutes of weaving in and out of the crowded alley I made it to the steps of Gringotts bank and sighed a breath of relief after the rather annoying task, before straightening myself out and starting up the steps. My Hogwarts letter still in hand as I made my way inside.

Stepping inside I looked around in slightly awe at the size of the place. It was much larger inside than it was out and I quickly remembered the reason, magical size enchantments like on the tents that were used at the Quidditch world cup and Hermione's bag. One of those, or something similar, those could come in handy in the future.

As I made my way through the room I saw all the goblins moving around and some other wizards and witches speaking with different tellers at their benches.

I didn't know the proper protocols to follow at this time though I had some ideas on things from reading fanfictions.

But I didn't know if they counted, and the Wiki didn't really give much more than the basics and so I decided to just wing it for now and hope for the best.

Walking right up to the head teller at the tallest desk I cleared my throat, "Excuse me, my deepest apologies for disturbing you but I need some help." I spoke keeping my tone as strong as I could which wasn't much given I was eleven years old.