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0486 Sneaking Out

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were already quite familiar with sneaking out at night to visit Hagrid.

Since Percy had graduated, the biggest obstacles to roaming the castle in the middle of the night were Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris. Tonight, fortune smiled upon them as they managed to evade Mrs. Norris's watchful gaze. However, as they descended the grand stone staircase, they encountered an unexpected hurdle. Several groups of younger students, likely first-years still reveling in their...

0485 Hermione's Secret

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. They had known Hermione for so long, yet they had never heard her speak in such a tone.

"What's wrong?" Harry immediately sensed that Hermione was in big trouble. She seemed reluctant to let anyone know. After looking around to ensure no one was paying attention to them, Harry lowered his voice and asked, "What happened, Hermione?"

Hermione's fingers tightened around the strap of her worn leather schoo...

Hermione&S.P.E.W

Many readers have talked about Hermione and the usefulness or uselessness of S.P.E.W. So, Here is a theory on Hermione and SPEW:

Hermione’s fight for house-elf rights through S.P.E.W. was a complex projection of her own struggles and fears as a Muggle-born witch in an increasingly hostile wizarding world. Hermione’s voice for house-elves was, in fact, a subconscious way of addressing her own experiences with discrimination and her fears about the rising tide of blood purism.

A...

0484 Follow

In the dimly lit, musty classroom, Hermione found herself caught in a moment of profound bewilderment. Her gaze darted frantically between the tiny, newborn house-elf clinging desperately to her feet and the impassive face of Professor Watson. The weight of the situation seemed to press down on her, robbing her of speech.

In the quiet, dark classroom, only the faint pleading of the house-elf and the howling wind outside could be heard.

"But... but what am I supposed to do with it,...

0483 Their Fate

The newborn creature was astonishingly small, barely larger than a pair of goblin's hands placed side by side. Its body was covered in a downy coat of fur so fine and pale it seemed to shimmer in the dim light. Where the fur thinned, one could glimpse delicate pink skin beneath, as fragile-looking as tissue paper.

The little elf, having just endured the tumultuous journey into the world, lay motionless on the cushion that had served as its birthing bed. With a soft, almost inaudible sou...

0482 Unexpected

"Oh, no!" Hermione blurted out nervously. Her anxiety made her unaware of what she was saying, but Professor Watson's calm purple eyes seemed to see through all lies. Hermione lowered her head, her face turning crimson. She stammered,

"Seamus, Dean, and Lavender too... So many people regret giving up the physical education class." Her voice wavered, thick with emotion. "Professor Watson, if you'd be willing to give them another chance—" She paused, struggling to find the right words, ...

0481 Personal Affairs (Large Chapter)

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as Hermione, her bushy brown hair even more disheveled than usual, rushed from her elective class towards the sprawling playground as she was late for her daily physical education training.

As she approached the training area, she caught sight of Harry and Neville heading in the opposite direction, their robes clinging to their sweat-drenched bodies. Harry's untidy black hair was pl...

0480 Alchemy

It was still a school day, so Professor McGonagall and the others couldn't devote all their time to promoting the efficient way of learning spells developed by Bryan. In the office, only those with no urgent matters were present. Bryan and Dumbledore sat on the sofa, discussing incessantly over the parchment laid out on the table.

"The basic idea is that we need to design a brand-new alchemical device with a constant magic that can separate the young wizards' spirits and project them in...

0479 Gathering

Standing at the door of his office was Headmaster Dumbledore, followed by Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, and several other staff members. They had all arrived at his office door in unison—a scene Bryan had never witnessed before.

"What's going on? Has something major happened?" In that instant, numerous thoughts flashed through Bryan's mind, but none could explain what could be serious enough to bring so many professors to his door at once.

"Don't be alarmed, Bryan—...

0478 The Unforgivables (Part-3)

As the ancient clock tower of Hogwarts began to chime, signaling the imminent end of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Bryan didn't keep them in suspense for long. His earlier question about the Unforgivable Curses still hung in the air, but he chose not to wait for raised hands or hesitant answers. Instead, he launched into his explanation.

"There are several crucial reasons on why these spells are considered unforgivable," he began, his voice carrying easily to every corner of ...

0477 The Unforgivables (Part-2) *Large Chapter*

He abruptly paused in his explanation; his attention drawn to a raised hand in the sea of attentive faces. "Yes, Miss Abbott?"

Hannah Abbott lowered her hand. She flicked her braids behind her shoulders in a nervous gesture before speaking, her voice quavering slightly.

"You told us earlier not to fear these curses too much," she began, her words coming out in a rush. "I mean, the Unforgivable Curses. But what you're telling us now... it seems to confirm that we can't resist them ...

0476 The Unforgivables (Part-1)

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the young wizards put down their quills. Their gazes shifted between Professor Watson by the window and Professor Moody at the lectern, who had just told them something remarkable. Confusion stirred in their minds.

'What was going on?'

Professor Moody had just demonstrated the three Unforgivable Curses, showing them why these spells were strictly forbidden. But then, Professor Watson offered a different perspective.

Ha...

0475 Moody's Lessons (Large Chapter)

However, Harry's concern for Ron outweighed his worry about Professor Moody.

On the surface, Ron seemed to be in high spirits, laughing and joking with their classmates. But the more Harry watched, the more he felt that something was off.

"Hermione—" Harry called softly, careful to keep his voice low enough that Ron wouldn't overhear.

"Hmm—" Hermione responded, her tone rising in question. Her eyes, however, remained firmly fixed on the pages of her book, scanning the li...

0474 Envy

As the clock struck 9 PM, Hogwarts Castle stood majestically against the velvet night sky, its ancient stone walls bathed in the ethereal glow of countless stars. The usual bustling atmosphere had given way to an unusual tranquility, perhaps a consequence of Bryan's recent commandeering of most of the castle's suits of armor.

The corridors, typically alive with the echoes of students' footsteps and mischievous whispers, now resonated with an almost palpable serenity. Only the portraits ...

0473 Magical Constructs

The pristine white expanse of Bryan's Spiritual World hung in expectant silence. Despite his clear instruction to begin practicing, not a single young wizard moved a muscle. They stood, rooted to the spot, their eyes fixed on Bryan with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. The air was thick with unasked questions, each student waiting for further guidance on how to proceed in this alien environment.

Observing their hesitation, Bryan shook his head helplessly, a small sigh escaping...

0472 Spiritual World

"Professor Watson's Spiritual World," Harry mumbled under his breath, his emerald eyes wide with a mixture of awe and confusion. He turned to look at Hermione who was usually a fountain of knowledge on all things magical. To his surprise and slight dismay, he found that even Hermione wore the same bewildered expression as himself. Her brow was furrowed, and her lips were pressed into a thin line.

For a moment, Harry wondered if 'Spiritual World' might be an advanced magical concept taug...

0471 Magic

The room fell into an eerie, expectant silence, thick with anticipation. Bryan standing tall and imposing at the forefront of the classroom, could see the flushed faces of excitement all around him.

Every young wizard in the room, from the smallest first-year to the most seasoned seventh-year, had harbored dreams of becoming as powerful as Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor Watson. For these young wizards, finding a clear path to such awe-inspiring power through the complicated and ofte...

0470 Duel Magic

"I'm going to teach you the magic I used to defeat the Dark Witch at the World Quidditch Cup Final!"

As Bryan said this with a faint smile, the already quiet classroom fell even more silent. The young wizards held their breath frozen in shock, their eyes widening as they stared at Bryan, seemingly unable to believe what they had just heard.

Bryan was now widely acclaimed as the strongest wizard of the modern era. While debates often raged about the distinction between "strongest" ...

0469 Teaching

After the Sorting Ceremony, it had long been a tradition at Hogwarts for each of the four Houses to welcome their newest members in their own distinct and characteristic manner, reflecting the values and traits that defined their respective founders.

The Slytherin first-years would engage in duels to determine who among them would have the most influence.

Upon arrival, the first-year Ravenclaws would participate in a special 'Riddle Night.' This event could take place in the Raven...

0468 Explanations

"Training progress?"

Hermione was also wondering why Sirius had suddenly joined the Ministry of Magic, especially since their previous conversations had made it clear that Sirius didn't particularly appreciate Cornelius Fudge as the Minister. She reflexively echoed the question back, then quickly caught herself.

"Oh, right, training progress!"

As she faced Professor Watson, whose piercing gaze seemed to look right through her, Hermione felt a familiar tension creep into her ...

0467 Actions (Large Chapter)

"Stand aside, Watson!" Moody growled in a low voice, his magical eye fixed intently on Bryan. "I need to teach this despicable little brat a lesson!"

Like ripples on a lake disturbed by a gentle breeze, Bryan narrowed his eyes slightly. His reaction wasn't to Moody's rude words, but to that magical eye. As an accomplished alchemist, Bryan could see that this special eye had intricate magical runes etched inside, constantly pulsing with magic to detect the surroundings and relay informat...

0466 The News

The dreary clouds had finally parted, but Harry's first day back at Hogwarts was far from joyous he had hoped for. The morning's Herbology class, shared with the friendly Hufflepuffs, had been relatively bearable. Professor Sprout had tasked them with the rather disgusting but straightforward job of squeezing pus from Bubotubers - plant-like creatures that bore creepy resemblance to thick, black slugs. The viscous, yellowish-green liquid that oozed from the swollen lumps was, according to Pro...

0465 The Letters

The first day of school always brings with it a whirlwind of unexpected situations. The ancient stone corridors, usually silent and still during the summer months, suddenly burst into life with the excited chatter and hurried footsteps of returning students.

After indulging in the comfortable life during summer vacation, the young wizards eager to reconnect with their classmates and share tales of their summer adventures found themselves struggling to readjust to the early mornings and ...

0464 Response

"The renowned Bryan Watson—"

Moody's magical blue eye suddenly snapped back to focus, zeroing in on Bryan with intensity. The gnarled ex-Auror extended a large, calloused hand towards Bryan, his grip firm and unyielding as he shook the younger wizard's hand. A hoarse chuckle escaped Moody's scarred lips as he spoke, his voice gravelly and filled with a hint of dark humor.

"Taking down that cunning Greyback, capturing the dark witch who attacked the Quidditch match—the Daily Pr...