Days after the Quidditch match, thick snow enveloped Hogwarts, each passing day bringing a chillier breeze.
Luke trailed behind Hermione as they entered Professor Flitwick's Charms class. With nothing else to occupy his time, he opted to tag along with Hermione.
In the classroom, a mix of little lions and badgers, with a sprinkling of a small snake, created an intriguing dynamic.
Hufflepuff was buzzing with recognition for Luke, thanks to his recent surge in fame. His dazzling Quidditch skills, striking features, and courteous demeanor had made him a notable figure at Hogwarts. Among the little witches, he was often seen as the subject of secret admiration.
"Why are they all giving me those looks?" Luke queried Hermione in a hushed tone, noticing the fiery gazes directed at him.
Hermione, detecting the envy in some of those glances, let out a soft snort. "How should I know?"
The eyes of the young witches seemed to suggest that if they weren't in a classroom, they might leap at him.
"Why are you so popular with the girls? Don't you realize?" Hermione asked knowingly, her head turning slightly due to jeaLukesy.
Luke couldn't help but smile at Hermione's adorable reaction. He enjoyed seeing her like that.
"I didn't expect you to join us for studying?" Harry and Ron sat behind Luke.
Ron, holding the eager Scabbers, quickly apologized to Hermione for the incident that occurred that night. In a good mood from receiving Luke's attention, Hermione accepted the apology.
"Luke, when are those exciting cards going to be ready?" Ron inquired with curiosity.
Since the twins shared their plans for the upcoming card game, Harry and Ron were eagerly anticipating the fun it promised.
Even Harry leaned over with curiosity. Despite Gryffindor's loss in the Quidditch match, it didn't affect the camaraderie between them and Luke. Moreover, Luke didn't aggressively break through Gryffindor's team, although Wood harbored some hostility due to close calls with the Quaffle nearly hitting him in the face.
"Luke considered the task at hand and commented, "That card will take a long time; at least the first set should be completed by the end of this semester."
He spoke with a hint of uncertainty, contemplating the workload ahead. The Weasley brothers had the technology ready, armed with a set of cards in their possession. However, the process of painting and dubbing was time-consuming, and the duo alone couldn't manage it; they needed additional help. Luke also acknowledged that more than one hundred gold Galleons might not be sufficient for the ambitious project.
"I heard that Professor McGonagall agreed to Fred's voiceover request," Hermione interjected, offering a tidbit of gossip to the conversation.
This revelation instantly captured everyone's attention.
"Professor McGonagall actually joined?" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.
The idea of the stern and serious Professor McGonagall getting involved in such playful endeavors seemed surreal.
"Professor McGonagall, who looks serious every day, is actually interested in these playful things? You may not know that Professor McGonagall has also won the Quidditch Medal of Honor for several years," Luke added, providing some context.
While surprised, Luke found it understandable.
"Yeah, I didn't expect Professor McGonagall to say yes," Hermione shrugged. "I really don't know how the twins persuaded her. Really curious."
Creak!
As the group chatted, the classroom door swung open, allowing the whistling wind and snow to invade the warm space. Hermione, nestled in her scarf, had one of her hands held by Luke in his large wizard's robe.
"Oh, sorry, I'm a little late!" Professor Flitwick entered, brushing off snow from his body with his wand.
"Geralt, didn't expect you to be here too?" Professor Flitwick expressed surprise upon seeing Slytherin students in Gryffindor's class.
But when he noticed Hermione sitting next to Luke, a moment of understanding crossed his face.
"I didn't expect these two talented little wizards to come together. What a surprise."
"Good morning, professor!" Luke greeted with a smile.
"Oh, good morning, sir," Professor Flitwick nodded.
The day's spell lesson focused on an attack spell, specifically the leg-locking spell. For Luke and Hermione, who had already delved into the topic in the library, the class proved a bit dull.
"Don't move!" Hermione admonished, squeezing the hand that was about to shift in the wizard's robe, her brown eyes half-squinting.
"I just want to change the gesture," Luke innocently explained.
What's he capable of?
At first glance, he seemed harmless.
"I don't buy it."
Miss Hermione remained skeptical.
Fine, fine, he stayed put.
Luke let out a yawn, diverting his gaze to the window next to Hermione.
However, what he witnessed momentarily left him stupefied.
What did he see?
The mischievous Weasley brothers bombarded Quirrell with snowballs as he frantically fled.
The white, compact snow projectiles hit Quirrell square in the back of his head.
"You guys, I'm reporting you to your head of house!"
Quirrell yelled, sprinting away, his hands free from casts as he clutched a purple hood to keep it from falling.
Was this the duo's sole moment of glory?
Aware that Quirrell harbored the back of Voldemort's head, Luke couldn't help but think, "You're not hitting the back of Quirrell's head, you're hitting his master!"
Hermione also caught sight of the snowball skirmish outside the window.
"Professor Quirrell looks pitiful. "
Observing Quirrell's chaotic retreat, Miss Hermione expressed sympathy.
"Yeah, pitiful indeed."
Luke concurred.
"How dare those cheeky mice!"
Fred's snowball roused the dormant Voldemort from his slumber. Having endured many years, he had never experienced such humiliation!
"Master, don't worry. I've already located the Philosopher's Stone..."
Quirrell, shielding the back of his head from the airborne snowballs, whispered fearfully.
"Hurry up—find me the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort growled.
"Hahaha, Quirrell got a beating!"
George couldn't help but laugh as Quirrell rushed into the classroom.
"Nice one!"
Fred, with a mischievous grin, molded another snowball and tossed it at George's face.
"Damn it!
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