"You're going to murder him!" Fred shouted.
"That's nonsense!" Flint retorted loudly, panicked by Fred's accusation.
The Slytherin players were taken aback. They hadn't intended to throw a Quaffle at Harry! Flint, with a scowl, glanced back at his team. Everyone looked bewildered, even Malfoy appeared pale.
"It wasn't me!" Malfoy shook his head quickly when he saw Flint's gaze. Despite his dislike for Harry, he wouldn't try to harm him with the Quaffle.
The two sides were at a stalemate.
"What just happened?" Hermione, standing on the high platform, questioned.
"A house elf with a Concealment Charm," Luke replied, leaning against the guardrail and looking at the teams below with his pale blue eyes. "It was the one who controlled the Quaffle aimed at Harry."
"Did it get away?" Hermione asked in a low voice, glancing at the blown-up seat opposite.
She hadn't seen Luke take out his wand, only snapping his fingers to produce such power, which was unheard of.
"Yeah, it used Apparition," Luke nodded.
At Hogwarts, a heavily enchanted place, no wizard could use Apparition, not even Dumbledore. But house-elves were an exception. They didn't need wands and could cast most spells with a snap of their fingers, a skill that surpassed most wizards.
"But why is it attacking Harry?" Hermione asked, puzzled, as she looked at Harry, who was in a cold sweat from the incident.
Harry would have been sent to the infirmary right now if it wasn't for Luke.
"Don't know..." Luke shrugged. He only remembered that the house-elf belonged to the Malfoy family and had betrayed Lucius.
At this moment, the frozen scene below finally parted.
In the end, it was the Slytherins who left the Quidditch training ground. After all, Harry had been attacked, and they were already very suspicious. If Malfoy had been attacked, they could still fight.
As they left, Flint's face was contorted with anger.
"I think—vomit!" Ronald, standing up with Harry's help, couldn't finish his sentence before he spat out a fist-sized slug. Harry's scalp tingled as he watched the worms wriggling on the ground.
How could there be such a vicious curse?
"I think we should tell Professor McGonagall!" Ronald said, trembling as he wiped the mucus from the corner of his mouth with his robe. He felt constantly nauseous and couldn't stop spitting out slugs.
"And ask Professor Flitwick to help with these disgusting slugs," Ronald added, looking at the second-hand wand in his hand and shaking his head helplessly. If it weren't for the faulty wand, he would have taught Malfoy a lesson long ago. When his allowance came at the end of the month, he planned to get a new wand.
"Come on, it looks like it's over," Luke said, chuckling to Hermione from their vantage point on the high platform.
Harry didn't end up telling Professor McGonagall about the nasty incident. He believed that Malfoy, his nemesis, was responsible and decided to take revenge himself.
As for how he planned to retaliate, Luke and the others didn't know. In the past few days, Luke had been spending all his time with Hermione, aside from practicing spells and studying alchemy. Their dates were at places like the boats on Black Lake, the Room of Requirement, the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the library.
When Luke and Hermione came to the library, Mrs. Prince was amazed. After all, she had seen these two diligent young students every day last semester, but she hadn't seen them much this semester. She thought they had broken up and felt sorry for it. Now it seemed she had worried for nothing.
"Good morning, Mrs. Prince," Luke greeted with a chuckle.
"Long time no see, you two," Mrs. Prince replied, smiling. She liked these little wizards because they didn't mess up books or get stains and creases on them like some others did. For any little wizard who loved books, she had a good impression, even though she usually looked serious.
They found a quiet corner of the library, and Hermione leaned in closer to Luke. "I heard Filch had courted Mrs. Prince."
"Who did you hear that from?" Luke tilted his head, puzzled. How could the unpleasant Filch and the stern but lovely Mrs. Prince be together? And why was Hermione so gossipy?
"You didn't listen to Lee Jordan, did you?" Luke asked, half-squinting his eyes.
"No, I heard it from George," Hermione shook her head, her high ponytail swaying behind her.
Luke thought Hermione would look good with black-rimmed glasses. He admired her bright brown eyes.
"Lee Jordan confessed to Angelina in the library the other day and got reprimanded by Mrs. Prince," Luke explained. There was no doubt that the rumor about Mrs. Prince and Filch had started there.
"Lee Jordan again?" Hermione recalled how Lee Jordan had broadcast her relationship with Luke, causing many young witches to lose their crushes. She couldn't help but laugh.
Luke could only be Hermione's alone.
"What are you laughing at?" Luke asked, opening a book and looking suspiciously at Hermione, who was covering her mouth and snickering.
"No, it's nothing. I was just wondering if there really is a basilisk in the school." Hermione quickly changed the subject and pushed her book in front of Luke.
"A basilisk?" Luke stared blankly. Could he not know if there was a basilisk? The basilisk hidden in the basement for nearly a thousand years had long since become his psychic object. Now it was up to Senior Tom to wake it up.
Speaking of which, Ronald had had the diary for almost half a month. Why hadn't he been controlled yet?
"Maybe it exists," Luke replied ambiguously, looking at Hermione's inquisitive gaze. He couldn't exactly say he had seen the basilisk and had made a contract with it, could he?
"Really?" The keen Hermione noticed Luke touching the tip of his nose, a sign he might be hiding something.
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