"My lord," Cyril hummed in reply. Theo always preferred this title.
Theo asked, referring to the future they all would be witnessing, "Are you okay with what tomorrow brings? It's like privacy being snatched away, and secrets won't be secrets anymo...
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“What kind of Professor did you hire?”
“What on earth did you hire for a professor, Albus?”
“Oi, why's your leg all knackered?”
“And how in Merlin's name did Lucien just vanish like that?”
“Seems like Hogwarts in the future isn't half as safe as it is now.”
“And pray tell, how can this bumbling mess possibly be our DADA teacher?”
The questions continued.
It took a while for everyone to calm down after the shouting. Dumbledore bore the brunt of their words, but eventually, everyone settled down.
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In the Great Hall the next morning, the atmosphere buzzed with animated conversations as the Gryffindor trio sat together, partaking in their breakfast. Harry, however, merely twirled his food on his fork, lost in thought.
Ron nudged him, "Take a bit of toast, mate, go on."
"Ron's right, Harry. You're going to need your strength today."
"I'm not hungry," Harry replied absentmindedly.
Snape made his appearance at the table, "Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin." Snape limped away, and Harry couldn't help but notice the blood, connecting the dots from the previous night.
"Sev, you're being suspicious," Lucius Malfoy remarked to his friend, his tone laced with a mix of concern and curiosity.
No matter how much of a git he was, he still was a decent friend.
Snape observed the projection with narrowed eyes. He also wanted to know what he was up to.
"That explains the blood," Harry muttered, prompting Hermione's curiosity.
