The Arrival.

Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.
He's thin and gangly for his age.
He had a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
And he was a boy wizard.

After his second year at Hogwarts, he received news that hippogriffs ambushed Hogwarts and its towers, that the students will have to move to wizarding schools in other countries. But because of a mistake, they were sent to the non-wizarding world of... the Philippines.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Fred & George were all staring out of the plane window, gazing at the clouds that ran below the aircraft. They all wondered what the Philippines will be like. Harry tapped his suitcase. He was 13 years old, and will be entering a 'wizarding school' in the Philippines. Of course, Harry had never heard of such a school outside of the European continent. He remembered Dumbledore's personal letter to him - "Harry, wherever you go, use your talents well."

"Oi, Harry." Ron tapped Harry's shoulder.

"What'd you think would it be like in the Philippines?"

Harry shook his head.

"Dunno, Ron..."

The plane landed, and a mysterious, Chinese looking guy stared at the plane.