Finally, following Luke's proposal, the three officially founded Fairy Tail on the edge of the Black Lake, marking the beginning of a venture that could potentially make waves in the wizarding world.
The future success of the store, however, was not something the trio dwelled upon at the moment. Luke, Fred, and George were more focused on the immediate tasks at hand.
"I still think Yestral's tail sounds nice," George suggested.
Ignoring George's playful suggestion, Luke laughed and, with a flick of his wand, drew an exquisite leprechaun logo on a clean patch of snow. The logo immediately caught Fred and George's attention, convincing them of its appeal.
"Fantastic, we were going to use the big dung egg as a trademark at the beginning!" George happily exclaimed.
"This logo looks much better than Big Dung!" Luke added, still slightly surprised at the initial choice of a dung egg as a trademark.
With the logo settled, the trio discussed the general development of the store next to the Black Lake. Luke, with magical coordination in mind, planned to spend the afternoon and evening at the library to research and refine their magical products.
The twins, though academically competent, were more eager to delve into the creative process. The prospect of developing unique magical items energized them.
As the twins left in high spirits, Luke nodded in satisfaction. Their collaboration seemed promising, and the workload was distributed fairly.
Returning to Slytherin's Lukenge, Luke took care of himself, ensuring he didn't catch a cold in the winter weather. Many students in the school were falling ill, and Luke preferred to stay cautious.
After drying his hair with a wave of his wand, a realization struck him. It had been days since he last saw the frog cub.
Arriving at his dormitory, he checked the soft nest where the frog cub usually stayed, but it was empty. Instead, there were photos that appeared mysteriously. One featured a short-haired girl in a sweater and a young man with a notable nose in a blue shirt. Another displayed a massive turtle with a hexagonal stone embedded in its shell.
The images felt vaguely familiar to Luke, connecting to memories from his previous life. In the lower left corner of each photo, the return time was noted. This time, he realized, he returned late, likely after the Christmas break.
Storing the photos in his alien space, Luke turned on the bedside lamp and began writing a note for the upcoming spell class. He left instructions for the frog cub, anticipating its return.
The underwater dormitory maintained its green hue, even during the day. Luke, well-prepared with lights, continued with his homework. The assignment from Professor Flitwick, revolving around the concept and application of the floating spell, was a breeze for him. Although the sun shone outside, the underwater dormitory remained an oasis of tranquility.
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Night Gryffindor's table.
Luke is surrounded by twins, Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Christmas will be in a few days, do you have gifts ready?" Fred and George both smiled and looked at Luke as they talked.
"Don't worry, there are," Luke said helplessly. It's time for a Quidditch match after Halloween. And Christmas comes right after a Quidditch match. Although Luke said yes, he hadn't thought about what to give. He has a lot of strange things, just take out one or two.
"I, I, I, I'm all ready for you!" Ron, who was holding Scabbers, also said. "You send some useless things every year." The two brothers who knew Ron said helplessly. Every Christmas, Ron always brings back what they have left. There is no novelty or value.
Several people were sitting around, and Fred had told everyone the name of the store and what was going to be done. Hermione was interested in the magic of the twins, while Ron and Harry just thought the cards were interesting.
"It hurts!" Harry folded his fingers and stared dully at the angry Hermione waving her wand. Just now, he touched the Hermione in mid-air with his fingers out of curiosity, only to be pricked by a wand. "Hermione has her own consciousness," Fred explained with a smile.
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With the end of the night, bright stars appeared in the sky.
In the school medical room, Quirrell, who had almost recovered, held his head in fear. "Definitely, must find Peter Pettigrew! Now you quickly find the magic stone for me!" The awakened Voldemort shouted unwillingly. "Yes, Lord...Master, I have already found out about the Philosopher's Stone! I'll figure it out by Halloween!" Quirrell, who was hunched over on the bed, replied in a panic.
"Action as soon as possible!" After Voldemort weakly said something, he fell into a deep sleep again. The last time he wrapped the turban with magic, he had used up the magic power of recovery. He had been hibernating on the back of Professor Quirrell's head for the last few days, recovering cautiously.
Under the moonlight, Quirrell undid the bandage on his arm, looked at the almost recovered arm, and shook it gently. The pain made him frown, and Quirrell looked up at the Forbidden Forest in the distance. An idea formed in his mind.
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