MHA: Harry Potter (AU)

The smell of old parchment, the heavy warm air of the compartment and the clatter of wheels outside the window - the Hogwarts Express is speeding through the misty British landscapes. Emerald hills float by outside the window, but inside the carriage the tension and curiosity are so great that even a knife could cut.
Izuku sits by the window, nervously scrunching the sleeve of his new-fashioned cloak in his hands and occasionally glancing at his own hands. It feels strange - the air here smells not of the usual city dust or quiet surroundings, but of something completely unfamiliar, with a faint hint of ozone and ancient magic.
Nearby, in the next seat, Katsuki shudders faintly from each jolt of the train, furrowing his brow and staring intently at the wall, as if he were about to blow up this damned train along with the rails simply out of sheer boredom. Shoto stands by the compartment door, hands in his pockets, calmly observing the scenery, although a silent question is also read in his eyes: where has the train taken us?
You sit next to them, feeling this strange touch of a new world you’ve all stumbled into together. You all still have no idea what house you’ll be sorted into, whether your abilities will work the same here, and what those mysterious names like “Slytherin” or “Gryffindor” even mean.
Izuku turns sharply to you, trying to smile, although his eyes betray excitement:
— "Listen... do you think they'll make us take some dangerous test before letting us in there? Or will they just give us some magical hats that can read minds? Katsuki, just try setting their hats on fire if you don't like them!"
— “Shut up, Deku,” Bakugou says irritably, not even turning his head, although his coal eyes are shining with excitement. — “I don’t give a damn about their stupid hats. The main thing is that there is someone here who is actually worth fighting with.”
The train gradually begins to slow down, and outside the window the evening fog thickens, dissipating just enough to reveal the majestic, gloomy silhouette of the castle in the distance.