William Davis
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Crash. Harry collapsed onto the cold stone floor, his scar burning and painful, images of himself and Headmaster Dumbledore fighting earlier still lingering in his mind. No, it wasn’t himself, it was Voldemort! As he put his crooked glasses back on, he noticed that the single table was knocked over by him, the examination papers were crushed under his thighs and the surrounding students had blank and horrified expressions. Professor Tofty moved past the crowd and looked at him worriedly, there were…-
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Hermione was unfazed by Ron’s self-deception and simply grunted in response as they returned to the common room for a short break before turning back to the great hall in time for lunch. During the lunch hour, the four House tables reappeared. Hermione asked after they settled down at the table, “By the way, why were you nearly late this morning?” “You mean that,” Harry wolfed down his mashed potatoes, his mouth stuffed full, “overslept.” “Everyone’s overslept?” Hermione looked…
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In classroom seven, Felix sat in a swivel chair, deep in thought. The place where he is now has a circular platform with a floor that seems to have been carefully polished from an undamaged single block of black stone, and one can clearly see silhouettes of people in it. In the space before him, a blurry book floated in the air, irregular in size and shape, but when Felix looked over, the book became what he wanted it to be. He waved his wand and a silvery solid Patronus materialized. It looked…
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The atmosphere in the cemetery was eerie, and the faint lights of the Little Hangleton town in the distance, were dotted like ghostly fires instead of adding some life to the atmosphere, acting as some kind of ghastly element common in horror stories as Voldemort and Bellatrix conversed in the background. Voldemort, draped in a loose black robe, with his bare skin reflecting the ghastly white moonlight, spoke in a soft whisper as Bellatrix’s head bowed lower and lower, all the while her eyes glowed in…
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When they got out of classroom seven, Hermione kept chattering. “Didn’t expect that at all! It was much better than I expected, I was expecting all sorts of practical battles, like throwing you in the Forbidden Forest and having a bunch of weird creatures chasing you around … I mean, it wouldn’t have been that bad, but I prefer a period of quiet and productive reflection- ” “Who says it’s not?” Ron snapped. He and Harry were drenched in sweat and their hair looked askew, like they had…
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For the next few days, the Wall of Mystery newsletter was sold off the shelves. The first and most attractive title of the newsletter article was – ‘How to Surprise a Professor?’ On the back, there was another printed article ‘Classroom Seven, our overlooked treasure.’ Just a day later, an article ‘The student’s support – Classroom Seven’ became the new hot topic, with Mafalda ‘successfully’ interviewing several memory bodies who — coincidentally — were more than happy to give…
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The next day at breakfast, Harry had a pair of red eyes and was poking at his fried egg with his fork. “Harry, are you okay?” Hermione asked worriedly. “Yeah.” Harry said, his voice sounded a little hoarse, but mentally he seemed in good spirits, “The potion hasn’t worn off yet.” He turned his head to Ron and said vaguely, “I might need your help tonight.” Ron nodded knowingly. Hermione, on the other side of the table, pouted in wonder at the silent understanding between the two.…
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In Potions class, students stopped what they were doing and their eyes focused on Harry and Snape. “What are you doing, Potter?” “I, I’m looking at the steps.” Harry stammered. “What’s that in your hand, bring it to me!” Harry showed a clear sign of rejection and his hand clutching the parchment subconsciously went behind him, but Snape walked over and snatched it away. Then he began to read the writing on it. Harry looked furious, he hadn’t done anything wrong, and he…
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Dumbledore had left early, just as abruptly as he had appeared, before the students on the scene can focus their attention on him. Felix knew that the school is riddled with counterspells that prevented ordinary people from performing Apparition in the castle, but there was no doubt – the Headmaster is privileged. Felix could see, though, that Dumbledore had borrowed the power of the Phoenix this time out of his haste to ascertain the sudden burst of magic in the castle. There are at least two ways…
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Felix continued to address them. “Professor Snape should have told you that Potions is a delicate study, where attentiveness, discipline, patience, and just the right amount of wand wielding are all that matters. In the curriculum, the difficulty of learning will gradually increase, and each potion you concoct will be highly distinct and often involve subtle manipulation …” Harry, Ron, and Neville, as well as Hermione, looked at Felix in a daze, none of them ever thought they would have a day…
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