The Death Wish: Book One (Hogwarts Legacy)

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"You head in first—you aren't technically late if I come in after you." whispered Eleazar once you reached the Magic Theory classroom. You nodded with gratitude and ducked into the mostly full room.

Every head popped up and turned, expecting to see Fig. You stilled like a deer as you looked at a sea of strangers. You were about to navigate further into the room when you heard a voice beside you.

"Psst! Over here!"

You turned, relieved to see the smiling face of Garreth Weasley beckoning you to sit beside him at a desk near the back.

Grinning, you quick-stepped to the bench, sliding in just as Professor Fig entered the class.

"Apologies my young friends—time makes fools of us all. Just give me a few minutes and we will start our lesson." he announced, catching your eye with a wink as he passed you.

The class broke out into quiet chatter as Eleazar began to pull out books from his case, chalk leaping from his pocket to start writing out numbers and principles onto blackboards.

"So—not expelled then?"

You turned to the Gryffindor with a confused look.

"The Headmaster? Everyone saw him drag you and Sallow out of the Great Hall this morning." he clarified with a cheeky eyebrow raise.

You sighed.

Great. Now you really were getting a reputation.

"It was just a misunderstanding. Seb and I went to Hogsmeade on Saturday and there was an—incident, with a troll. The Headmaster seems to think we leveled the place based on the earful we just got—but he only knew about it because the villagers sent owls to him to say how thankful they were! Arse." you muttered with a grimace, the anger you had been tempering since your encounter with the well-groomed man starting to rise to the surface.

Garreth chuckled beside you with a head shake.

"You are gonna give me competition for the most troublesome student, Slytherin Girl. Though, I am not surprised you had problems—Sallow is a magnet for danger." he added with a flicker of irritation.

"It wasn't his fault, Garreth."

It was mine.

The redhead didn't look convinced.

"Regardless—I'm glad you haven't been expelled. It would be a shame to lose a potential partner in crime so early in the year." and he shot you a mischievous look before bowing his head a little closer to yours. "I actually might need your assistance a week next Thursday—if your offer to be involved in my schemes still stands?" his warm eyes watched your face carefully.

Couldn't hurt to hear him out, could it?

"What kind of scheme are we talking about?" you whispered with a sly smile, shifting closer to the Gryffindor. His eyes lit up as he quietly launched into his plan to procure a rare ingredient from Honeydukes for his latest invention.

"You are going to steal it?" you ask with disbelief

"No, no, no. I would happily pay for it—it's just—the owner of Honeydukes won't sell them to me! Says that Griphorn teeth are 'too magically volatile for students'. But I know what I am doing. I just need one to complete my potion—I'll even leave money." he argued, raking a hand through his thick hair in frustration.

"But I thought you were banned from the village for a while."

The ginger's cheeks tinted a shade.

"Good memory. Alright, so I am not allowed to be seen in the village. But I heard from a cousin that there is a secret passage that leads directly to Honeydukes cellar from the castle. Its behind a statue of a one-eyed witch. I finally found it the other day and tried to use it—but..." he trailed off as color drained from his face.