"Eat your lunch now, there's the Quidditch remember?"
"I remember it was never a compulsory event but rather a voluntary one"
"He's right-"
"Just eat your lunch Justin!"
Anastasia grunted heavily under her breath going away from the table of Slytherin, dragging Justin away with his hair tached to her hand aggressively pulling him away, easily as for his small figure.
Elliot sighed glancing at his necklace, a new pocket watch indicating that after one class, it's already time for the game event. He looked at his side chest seeing the external wounds he got from the fight before. Thankfully, there's the infirmary who healed them all up. How did they explained their situation? Easy, the school staffs are too oblivious believing their lies easily, but ehr... 20 points decrease from their house.
Elliot recently now needed to study more spells as he still haven't known all spells existing out there, as he's too busy mastering the popular strong ones like jinxes and hexes. Though his main offensive fight style of a wizard isn't "spells" anymore as he got his 'Simple Magic', it will be useful once exams comes. Also about the Rudimentary Potion, he's been working with it with every free time he got.
Grunting, he dropped his spoon and fork down to the golden plate some light sound echoing through out the long table. Many eyes directed at his spot who smugly stared at his arrogant like move.. well to their eyes that is.
Elliot stared back, confident as others gone back to their food with disbelief in their eyes. Smirking, he walk out of the noisy hall seeing the late running students of 6th to 7th year, possibly because of their busy schedules, having no time to eat even at all.
Pity them.
No matter, he walk up to the stairs bering greeted by the huge library, lit up by the bright lamps along with the striking sunlight outside. The books radiating with their oddly satisfying smell very close to his nose.
Is this how nerds get high?
Looking down, he pushed his cloak back, striding through the lonely library. Only older students are apparent, on their own business in their tables. The librarian, Madam Pince was in her usual stuff today. With the grim gothic style of her clothing and makeup, Elliot wearily step forward bowing a bit at the middle age woman. "Good Afternoon Madam Pince."
His smile was brightly lit up, his face obviously pleasant, but his brain definitely is the opposite.
"Oh, welcome Elliot, here again for some light reading?" She look down to stare back at the young boy, who nodded going away to some sections.
"Well well well, now, where did I left off.."
His eyes wandered to the Charm's Section full of worn books but still, in a great condition because of magic.
Picking the book he left off, he sat down at one of the table calmly as the sunshine that the open window gave highlighs him like a scripted movie scene at his table.
There was about some small time before the next class will begin, and it's Quirell's class so he doubt that even getting late will get him to trouble.
"Demetrius, you're here again?"
A familiar voice slightly gave the young boy Elliot a sudden goosebumps, cursing as he prepared a light hearted smile. "Yeah Cedric, figured there's no better place to be."
"I suppose so, I've been preparing for something so I need improve quickly," The 4th year charming brown haired Diggory stated, ruffling Elliot's hair messily as the older boy grins childishly. "Stop dude, I'm losing my focus."
"By the way, what's the 'something'?"
Elliot temporarily put down his inked quill stopping his writing on his study book, interested. Cedric shrugged smoothly as he smirks. Elliot caught that move knowing there's definitely something going on.
Maybe.
There's no Triwizard yet, so no need training yet, and not was Cedric that involve in such thing like Quidditch. So what's the thing he is supposed to be bothered then?
"I don't know really. It's not something such kid like you should know about, anyway, it's gonna be announced later on probably," the guy cheekily grinned, showing his white teeth clearly. Elliot didn't got the answer what he wanted, mumbling "Thank you for nothing!"
He rolled his eyes punching his fist onto the table, what a boring day it is. Elliot sighed picking up his quill writing once again.
×××
"Here here here! Grab this flag!"
Red, Gold, Black.
Elliot squint his eyes as he incredulously look at what Tasia handed, a flag of a certain house. And guess what it is? Gryffindor one.
"Are you just technically asking me to betray my own house? "
"Exactly! You're very welcome."
Demetrius gulped in some of his saliva as he sees Tasia waving her flag furiously she curses aggressively to the enemy of her house's team, Slytherin, sending inappropriate hand posture repeatedly. The side sending back the same thing, specifically directed at Elliot who got forcely joined at the Gryffindors side.
It was one of the awaited days of the year, the Quidditch Game of the season between the four houses that resides in the castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The most relevant houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin, as the starting battle for the event.
Both team of the two houses came out onto the field, as the fresh face of the star boy was obviously anticipated by all. After all, its the 'youngest seeker for decades'. Oh well, if Elliot still have his memories right, he and his team will defeat Slytherin and Hufflepuff consecutively. But for the final one, against Raveclaws, after their adventures with the Philosophers Stone, he will be hospitalized as Gryffindor will suffer their most embarrassing game for 300 years since.
There were loud cheering, and Elliot just shrugged to the silently bursting Justin who will pass out because of it. It got more louder as both teams mounted their broom, Lee Jordan, the commentator coming into view.
"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!!!"
Ahhhh, how nostalgic.
Elliot once remembered he took a bludger in the head without even being in the game at some point. After that, he missed a whole three weeks of lectures leaving him with tons of homeworks which he probably never finished really. His eyes set upon to the east side of the cheering crowd, smirking seeing Quirell in his mischievous manner today. Everyone assumed it was Snape who did the hex, poor him. It was Quirell all along.
Ignoring the loud cheers and the game itself, he bothered himself with his pocket watch. Each tick of the thin hands, each second gone from his life.
Nothing in Hogwarts does really interest him anymore, seeing everything once again of course is nostalgic but... its just all gone for some reason, is it because he already experienced this all? Probably. He's not a greedy person that really wants more trouble to happen, he's got money, education, and skills if he continue his training throughout, he can simply transfer to a more better Wizarding School then be in peace for his whole life, without having to bother if he can survive against the Battle of Hogwarts.
But he wants to his spend his life full of interesting stuff even with short life or not.
He stopped his thoughts closing the watch, going to the game again as he can slightly see the snitch a little bit better than most. He slightly curled his lips upward not because of happiness. But maybe short satisfaction. In terms of his current year, he's definitely stronger than all of them. Not being arrogant at all. But he's confident at that fact. But Voldemort isn't an easy thing to counter either. Raizel and the crew of Owlers are definitely below Bellatrix Lestrange, and Elliot isn't even close at Raizel's prowess despite the usage of Enhancer Mode and Simple Magic. So there's still a long path. A rough estimation of his prowess now is without Enhancer Mode, Cedric Diggory, the talented 4th year can take him on.
Everything definitely felt shorter now as he knew what things are gonna happen. No shocks, no surprising events.
He may be strong now but that doesn't mean it will stay the same in the future.
He had decrease his training regime as for his bsuy schedule, his work out every morning decreased by half, as well as his sword training. The time for Core Enhancer training actually was gone off by thirds, and even with those reduction, there was no training for Spells and Potion at all sometimes. There's rarely any break really and they're really lucky once they get a long one. At this state, Justin and Tasia, who are unbelievably talented in their own skills can easily catch up to him now. But he doesn't have the solution yet. Rushing just gives him trouble anyway.
"Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor!"
Elliot is brought out of his worries as he surpsingly passed the time quickly without knowing. Gryffindor already won thus the cheering. He looks down seeing Hermione hiding behind the long banners staring at the proud Harry who holds the snitch between his hands up to the crowd. ('Look at that hormones being horny as fuck.') Elliot swallowed in wondering how he rarely see any horny teens here. ('Like does being a wizard makes you more leases shit or something?')
He just gone along with the clapping as Tasia was about to fall out due to her excessive exaggerated jumping. "What now? Our time was just wasted honestly.." The reading Justin, fixing his new glasses stared at Tasia holding a killer eyes as the girl sweatdrops.
"Cmon, you guys are always reading and being the nerd you are, I swear to Merlin's name the only difference between you and guys...."
Elliot and Justin waved their eyebrows waiting for the last words.
"Is none."
Elliot groaned dissatisfied, ruffling his own hair feeling bored for the day sending off the bushy haired girl who stride her way down through the stairs as Justin, her fellow loyal friend followed in leaving him behind.
There will be cleaning out here so they will be obviously caught if they go to Shrieking Shack. Unfortunately, there are now times where they can't even go. Like there are days where Elliot can't train for the whole day. It's irritating honestly. If he could just find the Room of Requirements sooner on.
('God I hate this')
The people around the field started parting on their own ways as well as Elliot who turned to look at the burned Snape, smirking. Well, he could praise Hermione for that regardless for the fact Snape isn't really the culprit. It's satisfying to see the annoying house head of his, the dungeon bat atleast go into troubles now and then.
Arriving at the Great Hall didn't took that much time, and the Gryffindors Table is totally having their time like the last day of their life.
They were given breaks as staffs are too busy outside arranging and fixing the field back to its original look.
The Slytherin's are angry as hell as the other irrelevant houses was just having their own chit chats with each other. Nothing new, nothing at all.
"Jerk, we literally looked for you in the whole field and here you're just vibin without us."
Ah shit here we go again.
"You happy now? Your house won?" Elliot tried to change the topic, easily as Tasia instantly got out of her mood, swinging to another one. "Get that you Slytherins" Tasia gave the middle finger her nose foolishly made big as she blows her tounge in the most silly way as possible. If she only knew Slytherins will win the Quidditch Game of the season....
"Yeah yeah ywah, no one cares" Elliot cut of his middle finger to not cause any unnecessary problems as Draco there will probably tell his mother freaking father again about this.
"Justin mah dud, what you reading?" Elliot ignored the girl choosing to talk to the quiet boy instead, who immediately lit up, well, as long as it's about knowledge, it will always make him feel interested.
"Wizarding Events : Through the 19th Century" The boy wearing glasses smugly smirk letting Elliot see the big thick ass book, remembering that Justin recently said he is currently having a light read. Light Read my ass. "Eh nerd," Elliot mocked, Tasia giving a sarcastic amaze face, obviously the words 'listen to that bullshite' onto her face.
There was really nothing to do for the time being. Everyone is ordered to gather around the Hall for those 4th year below, and it's a big boredom for the trio to just lay around without doing anything.
Justin is continously nodding his head, a sign he understood the paragraph he's reading at, flickering another page, he made a convinced noise.
"Oohhhh, so it's indeed true, it's happening this year," Justin spoke up getting the bored attention of the two, Elliot asking. "Whats happening? Triwizard Tournament or something?"
Justin looked up surprise opening his mouth, "You already know that?" it was mixed with a baffled yet an infuriated one. Elliot grunted as he thought it would be something better. "Yeah, it's a pretty common thing to know.." Elliot answered taking his attention to somewhere else once again. Justin grunted sounding like his pride just got destroyed. He's always competitive with knowing stuff so hearing that certain 'noise' is now normal for the two.
"Anyway, I'm not talking about" But the four eyed boy replied nonchalant, Elliot lightening up, but confuse evident in his face as well.
"That...it's a tournament hosted by... what the hell is this name?"
Justin furiously furrowed his eyes staring clearly at the written description.
"A tournament hosted.. by some kind of name I don't know how to pronounce. Blah blah blah, all student of any year can participate from any wizarding school as long as they are a qualified wizarding student. One must abide to the rules given as well as the registration requirements to join. One student from the age of 12 to 14 must be partnered by a student from the age of 15 to 17. No individual participants are allowed unless specifically allowed by the Headmaster of... ehr.... Maho-"
"Mahoutokoro School of Magic"