The Extra || H.P. fan fiction

Chapter 29: ₮ⱧɆ ₣ØⱤ฿łĐĐɆ₦ ₣ØⱤɆ₴₮

Y/n P.O.V.

Early before breakfast, I sent my trusted raven, Calcifer, to deliver Harry's invisibility cloak back to him, along with a note explaining that I had gone back to get it for him last night at 1 am.

In the note, I made sure to let him know that they had really forgotten it in their haste to leave the tower. I hoped they would be more careful in the future.

Few minutes later...

Yep, they fuck up.

It seems like last night's escapades had some consequences. The Gryffindors had lost a boatload of points, and even more surprisingly, Harry's Quidditch teammates were annoyed. They were referring to him as just 'the seeker' a clear sign that they were peeved at the lost points.

I mentally rolled my eyes at the Gryffindors' childish tactics. Harry was only a first year, for crying out loud!

And also, I was more surprising to see Neville get roped into the whole mess as well. If I'm not wrong, Hermione and Neville were also suffering the consequences, but I'm glad, they weren't as well-known as Harry, so they didn't have it quite as bad. However, no one wanted talk to them either.

Thankfully, they had me, Edward, Eugene, and even Emma, a fellow Gryffindor, who would still talk to them.

There is a time, Hermione was also clearly trying to keep a low profile by keeping her head down and avoiding drawing attention to herself.

I could tell this was all taking a toll on Hermione. She used to be so eager to raise her hand and answer questions, but now she was keeping to herself and working quietly. I could sense her frustration and disappointment.

As for Neville, he seemed even more downcast than usual. I could only imagine the guilt he must be feeling, not just for losing points, but also for the way his housemates were treating him.

I stop for a moment before I think. I have a perfectly plan. I smirked to myself as I settled on my target: Professor Quirrell. I had never liked the stuttering, pretending nervous mess of a man. And I certainly despised the mysterious entity hiding behind his back, the infamous old bald-gazer a.k.a. Voldemort.

I was determined to get under his skin and make him so irritated that he would give me detention without hesitation. But how exactly would I do that...?

As I headed to Professor Quirrell's class later along with Eugene, I was brimming with determination. A plan that would get under his skin without crossing the line.

I took my seat in the back, watching him stammer and stutter at the front of the class. He was teaching about some lesson about dark creatures, but I was only half listening.

While Professor Quirrell continued to drone on, I began to discreetly tap my quill against my desk. The sound was soft but persistent, just loud enough to be irritating. I kept my eyes fixed on him, waiting for him to notice my little disturbance.

After a few moments, Professor Quirrell's eyes flicked up from his notes, and his gaze landed on me. He frowned, and I could see a hint of annoyance in his expression.

"I-is t-there a p-problem, Miss A-Adlawan?" he asked me, his voice laced with irritation.

I gave him a sweet smile, feigning innocence. "No, Professor Quirrell. I'm just trying to focus on your lesson. It's quite interesting." I replied, my voice dripping with false respect.

The tapping of my quill continued in the background, almost tauntingly.

Professor Quirrell's frown deepened, and he looked like he wanted to say more, but he only cleared his throat and continued with the lesson.