Chapter Eighty: Wizard's First Demon

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"Can I just say that this is the best school EVER," Cedric cheered as he had just come out of the Crystal Rose library.

In his arms must have been almost a dozen books. Krinos had to immediately run over and help his boyfriend before the weight of the books broke his arms from the amount of pressure on them. Not to mention that anyone that saw Cedric like this doubted that he could actually see over the stack of books in his arms.

"Cedric, I beg you to take only a few books out at a time," he tells him. "Hestia is good, but please do not make sure heal your arms every time you break them from carrying so many books."

He took as many books as he could from Cedric. Harry and Melody also helped as well given how many that Cedric had tried to carry on his own.

They had all been back at Crystal Rose for a few weeks and everyone was getting used to all of the things that happened at the school. Given how different that it was from Hogwarts, there were some serious adjustments that Fred, George, and Luna had to go through in order to become full-fledged mystic soul students of the school. Cedric, Blaise, Daphne, and Neville were both still going through needed paperwork to be official students of the Delphi school.

They all would need a little bit more time to really adjust to their new situation. But, on the bright side, all of the parents and guardians that needed to get out of Britain had done so. The Greengrass's, Luna's father, Blaise's mom, the Diggory's, and even Bill Weasley were all in Greece now. Bill was definitely happy to see the Longbottom's since he remembered them when he was younger. 

"I can't help it," Cedric says. "Your library has got to be five times as big as the one at Hogwarts. And as much as I know that I was a Hufflepuff and not a Ravenclaw, I do love to learn."

"He does have a point," Fred chuckled.

"Even we read a lot when we saw how many books you guys have," George admitted.

"We may not be known for our brains, but as appreciate knowledge when we can get out hands on it," Fred said.

"The only thing that does surprise us would be that we did not see Percy in there," George smirked.

"We figured that he would basically live in that library once he saw it," Fred laughed.

"But it seemed that we were wrong to believe that," George faked being sad about being wrong.

Their group all chuckled and giggled at that.

"You guys make it seem like Percy didn't actually try to live in there once he became the apprentice of Professor Milki," Melody giggled.

"He actually tried," Neville could not stop himself from laughing.

"We once found him covered in a blanket and using an open book as a pillow," Krinos chuckled. "Apparently, he had been researching late at night and fell asleep. Professor Milki found him there and did not have the heart to move him. So, he just put a blanket on him and left him there."

They made them all laugh again. Professor Milki really was a very sweet professor. He was one of the most well-liked professors in all of Crystal Rose. Not only did he bring history to life with his illusion magic, but he also was the professor that most students would go to when they had issues with a bully, problems at home, or any other personal issue as well. He was a nice guy that really cared about his students.

Fred and George really were very proud of their brother for his apprenticeship with Professor Milki. Percy always felt like some type of outcast in the family since compared to Bill, Charlie, and themselves, Percy was very different from them all. He was more about books and academics while the rest of them were all more athletic and did better with their hands. Such as when it came to potions and other practical classes. But, he finally found a place where he belonged when he came to Crystal Rose. He discovered his mystic soul powers, gained an amazing mentor, and he became a much better person than working at the ministry as their mother wanted ever could have made him.

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