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Observing Madam Pomfrey's office, a seed of curiosity took root in Harry's mind. 'Twins' appearance was timed perfectly. They appeared just as Madam Pomfrey disappeared behind her door. From their angle, they shouldn't be able to see her office, then… They can track people's movements. But how?' he wondered silently.
"Well, I do appreciate the concern, gentlemen, but I assure you, my visit to the third floor was purely accidental," Harry replied, trying to mask his surprise.
Fred raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Accidental or not, Potter, curiosity is a trait we admire. But be careful; not all secrets at Hogwarts are as harmless as they seem."
George nodded in agreement, adding, "And some secrets have a way of ensnaring the unwary."
Harry, considering their words, decided to play it safe. "Duly noted. I'll make sure to be more cautious in the future."
He thought, 'I won't reveal my cards yet. They have a way to track people. Can it be a form of sensory magic? Or something else?' As the duo turned to leave, Harry's mind buzzed with intrigue. 'This is getting interesting.'
Harry's gaze followed the retreating figures of Fred and George, his mind racing with possibilities. The twins' knowledge of his movements hinted at a level of awareness and skill that Harry had not anticipated. 'Tracking magic, perhaps? Or maybe they've developed some unique method of tracking,' he pondered.
Closing his eyes, Harry allowed sleep to envelop him, his mind still active with thoughts of the day's events and the intriguing encounter with Fred and George Weasley. 'I'll deal with them later,' he mused, drifting into a restful slumber.
The next morning, Harry awoke feeling rejuvenated. His wounds had healed remarkably fast, thanks to Madam Pomfrey's expert care. Eager to start the day, he stretched his limbs and prepared to get out of bed. However, his movement was quickly halted by Madam Pomfrey's stern voice. "To the bed, right now!" she commanded.
Harry, feeling perfectly fine, protested, "But I am all better, Madam Pomfrey."
The school healer was not one to be swayed by protests. "Back to bed, Mr. Potter," she insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument. With no other choice, Harry complied, climbing back into the hospital bed.
As Madam Pomfrey approached with her wand to perform some diagnostic spells, Harry whispered to Nigel, "Record her movements, Nigel."
Nigel, ever ready with a quip, replied swiftly, "Ah, turning into a bit of a medical enthusiast, are we? Shall I take notes on knitting next?"
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over Harry, murmuring incantations. Harry observed her movements carefully, storing the information for future reference. Harry knew the value of understanding traditional magical methods, whatever branch they be.
The diagnostic spells confirmed what Harry already felt – he was fully healed. Madam Pomfrey, though still appearing a bit reluctant, finally gave him the clearance to leave the infirmary. "Remember, Mr. Potter, no unnecessary risks," she warned as he got dressed.
Stepping out of the infirmary, Harry felt a surge of energy. The day held new opportunities, and he was keen to explore them. His thoughts, however, were briefly interrupted by Nigel's voice. "I must say, your recovery speed is quite remarkable. One might suspect you of having dragon blood."
Harry chuckled, "Dragon blood? I already have so many lineages, I can't count. I don't need more, Nigel."
Harry made his way to the Charm Class, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. Last week's introductory session with Professor Flitwick had been a pleasant one, and now, with the promise of starting actual lessons, Harry's enthusiasm was palpable. As he entered the classroom, he could feel the eyes of his Slytherin and Hufflepuff classmates on him. The events of the previous day had evidently made him a subject of much curiosity and admiration.
Susan Bones, her demeanor still marked by a touch of shyness from her impromptu kiss in the infirmary, approached him. "How are you, Harry?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern and a hint of embarrassment.
"I'm quite well, thanks to Madam Pomfrey," Harry replied with a reassuring smile. "And how about you, Susan? All recovered from yesterday's excitement?"
Susan nodded, her cheeks coloring slightly at the memory. "Yes, thanks to you. I... I just wanted to thank you again," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry, sensing her discomfort, decided to change the subject. "Ready for our first real Charm lesson?" he asked, trying to ease her nerves.
Susan smiled, grateful for the shift in conversation. "Yes, I'm quite looking forward to it. Professor Flitwick seems so knowledgeable."
"I saved you a seat. Would you like to sit with me?" Susan asked timidly. Susan's invitation caught Harry by surprise, her soft-spoken request echoing a sentiment he hadn't anticipated.
Harry's response was a gentle smile, "I would love to." His acceptance wasn't just a simple gesture of gratitude; it was a strategic move towards a goal far greater than mere classroom camaraderie.
Nigel's voice echoed in his mind, tinged with his usual blend of sarcasm and insight. "Ah, uniting the houses one seat at a time. How very diplomatic of you, Master Harry. Shall we expect peace treaties over pumpkin pasties next?"
Harry's internal chuckle was his only response as he took his seat beside Susan. To his right, Hannah Abbott greeted him with a warm smile, her presence reinforcing the bridge Harry was building between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Yet, not all were pleased with this development; Daphne and Tracey, observing from a distance, wore expressions of displeasure, their disapproval evident.
The classroom buzzed with the usual pre-lesson chatter, but Harry's focus was on the larger picture. His actions in the flying class had set a chain of events in motion, events that were shaping the social landscape of Hogwarts in ways that could only be beneficial to him.
Soon, Professor Flitwick, the diminutive Charms master, entered the classroom with his characteristic energetic stride. His sharp eyes quickly noted the unusual seating arrangement, with Harry, a Slytherin, comfortably seated among Hufflepuffs. A small smile played on his lips as he regarded this subtle shift in house dynamics. "Today, we will learn the amazing wonders of one of the greatest branches of spellcasting, Charms!" he announced with a flourish, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.
The class quieted down, their attention turning towards the enthusiastic professor. Flitwick, standing on a stack of books to reach the podium, began his lecture. "Charms, my young wizards and witches, are spells that add certain properties to an object or individual without changing its inherent nature. Unlike Transfiguration, which alters the form or appearance, Charms work by adding qualities to what already exists."
As Flitwick spoke, Harry listened intently, his mind absorbing every detail. Beside him, Susan and Hannah leaned forward, equally captivated by the professor's words.
"A charm, therefore, can be seen as a layer of magic applied to the fabric of reality, enhancing or modifying its properties," Professor Flitwick continued, his voice animated with enthusiasm. He paced in front of the classroom, his small stature belying the depth of his knowledge. "Let us begin with perhaps the most basic yet essential charm, the Wand-Lighting Charm. Who can tell me the incantation for it? Yes, Ms. Davis."
Tracey Davis shot her hand up. "Lumos, Professor."
"Excellent, Ms. Davis!" Flitwick exclaimed. "The Wand-Lighting Charm, or 'Lumos', is a perfect example of a charm that adds a property – in this case, light – to an object without altering its fundamental nature. The wand remains a wand, but gains the ability to emit light."
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