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The Tick, now set on his quest for justice by the Hat, perched on one of the towers of Hogwarts. He had already been the source of endless headaches for the house elves, as his leaping from tower to rooftop and back again always left shattered stone and mortar in his wake.
Hey, justice wasn’t always pretty. And sometimes it required cleanup.

“Destiny's powerful hand has made the bed of my future, and it's up to me to lie in it. To right wrongs, and to pound evildoers with the pillows of justice. And you don't fight destiny. No sir,” Tick said to an annoyed house elf who simply glared at him and repaired the damage done to the latest set of shingles.

“All right, Elric MelonBall and Lord Iceberg and all evildoers of Hogwarts, you now face The Tick.”

Never mind Elric and poor Maddie were nowhere to be seen, The Tick was on his guard and ready to stop any and all evildoers.

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“SPOOON!”

The cry was followed by a deafening crash as a gigantic man in blue plowed headfirst into the solid flagstones of the Sorting Room, hard enough to leave sizeable cracks.

Yes, the Tick, Guardian of The City, the Mighty Blue Avenger, has come to Hogwarts. And landed on his head.

Woozily he sat up, clapping a hand to his forehead. “Ugh, gravity is a harsh mistress.”

He looked up, hearing a weird scratchy sound. The Tick stood and walked over to the podium that held the application as well as the impatiently hovering dictaquill.

“A test, eh?” he muttered. He started when the dictaquill wrote his answer. “Oh keen!”