**The Witch Loreley gets involved in a breathtaking adventure at Hogwarts: she must unravel the mystery of the legendary wizard Merlin as an ancient evil threatens the entire magical world. **
Magic, both beautiful and powerful,
binds together our...
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It probably only seemed like it to the witch, but the door handle seemed abnormally heavy when she pushed it down. As soon as she had done so, however, the door swung open so quickly that she stumbled rather than straddled the first step into the room.
"Who do we have here? Will you honor us with your presence, after all, Miss Oaksbury?" Professor Sharp's stern voice rang through the large room. Even the flames under the boilers seemed to tremble under the cold.
As always, Professor Sharp wore a three-piece suit decorated with ornaments and a brown coat. He also wore a light brown corduroy vest, a white linen shirt with a brown tie, and beige trousers. Shoulder-length brown hair fell around his stern features and eyes, which appeared almost black in the dull light of the classroom in the dungeons. The large, lightning-shaped scar across his left eye made him look all the more commanding.
Sharp.
Hardly any other name would have suited this man better because that was precisely his nature and his charisma. Sharp like a sharpened knife that could cut you quickly if you didn't know how to use it. His gaze was just as flashing as he looked over the bubbling cauldrons on the long tables to the door, which he seemed to have opened with a casual wave of his staff. How he knew she was behind, only the devil would know. Perhaps it was the sense of trouble - and those who caused it - that he had retained from his earlier career as an Auror?
In any case, Loreley tried to ignore the cool chill that blew against her like a winter breeze and cleared her throat.
"Excuse me, Professor, there was an incident at-"
"Save your excuses, Miss Oaksbury. Five points deduction for Ravenclaw," Professor Sharp interrupted her harshly, pointing at one of the tables. "And now stop interrupting class any longer."
"Oh great. I had just earned us the five points. Well done, Oaksbury," hissed the Ravenclaw, the only one still standing alone at one of the paired cauldrons. Loreley's steps would have automatically slowed, and she would generally have allowed herself ample time for a tiresome, annoyed groan - had she not felt Professor Sharp's piercing gaze like daggers in her back.
The Ravenclaw, standing there so unsociably alone by a cauldron, wasn't doing it for no reason, as Loreley herself had learned from personal experience. The Muggle-born Mahendra Pehlwaan was such a stickler for rules and a smart aleck that even the professors were annoyed by his attitude. And that was saying something. Now, he gave her a look almost so sinister that it perfectly matched his dark brown hair and eyes.
"Wasn't it enough that your constant tendency to cause trouble already cost us the house cup last year?" he continued grimly, visibly wrinkling his nose so that small creases appeared on it. "Maybe you could just try being... invisible this year, Oaksbury?" he suggested, pushing the potions book towards her with noticeable reluctance so she could see what was on the lesson plan today: a tonic serum.
