"Yer a wizard, Harry!" "I'm a what?" "A wizard, Harry. Yer a wizard." "Like, the stick-waving, pointy hat, star-spangled robes kind?" A young voice asked incredulously, as green eyes narrowed suspiciously at the mountain of a man. In which Harry is slightly less prone to stupidity and much, much more skeptical of the status-quo. And maybe just a bit opportunistic.