The Legacy

Girls

The last week had been anything but ordinary. Selena and I had grown incredibly close, and our shared experiences were weaving a stronger bond between us. Whether it was studying for classes, joking around in the common room, or simply enjoying each other's company, each moment felt richer and more meaningful. Our classes continued on as usual, filled with the familiar routines and the hustle of student life, but there was an undercurrent of excitement and anticipation that came from our newfound connection.

Despite the comfort of our routine, one nagging issue loomed over me: the golden egg. I had tried everything I could think of to decipher its secrets, but nothing seemed to work. I would spend late nights in the library, poring over every book I could find on dragons and magical artifacts, but the egg remained as cryptic as ever. Every time I cracked it open, a piercing scream erupted from within, echoing in my ears like a haunting melody that felt oddly familiar but I couldn't quite place it. The sound would send shivers down my spine, and I found myself frustrated by my inability to unlock its mysteries.

In a moment of desperation, I decided to reach out to my parents for help. My great-grandfather had left behind an extensive collection of journals, filled with notes and insights that might hold the key to understanding the egg's significance. I hoped that some of that knowledge could provide the guidance I desperately needed.

With Selena's owl perched nearby, I grabbed a piece of parchment and began to write a letter. The little creature watched me with bright, curious eyes, as if sensing the urgency in my heart. I scrawled down my thoughts, asking my parents if they could send me any of the journals as soon as possible. I carefully tied the letter to the owl's leg and gave it a gentle pat. "Bring this to my parents, will you?" I murmured, watching as the bird took off into the crisp, evening air, a shadow against the fading light.

As I stood there, watching it soar away, I felt a mix of hope and anxiety. If my parents could send me even a fraction of the wisdom locked away in my great-grandfather's journals, it might make all the difference in solving the mystery of the golden egg.

Turning back to Selena, who was deep in thought as she organized her notes on the recent lessons, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her support. "Hey," I said, my voice breaking her concentration, "I just sent a letter to my parents. Hopefully, they'll be able to dig up some useful information."

Selena looked up, a smile breaking across her face. "That's great! Anything that can help you with the egg is a step in the right direction," she replied, her enthusiasm contagious.

We had a cap in our plan, which meant we had to be discreet about our movements around Hogwarts. It was as if we were on a secret mission, trying to blend in while keeping our excitement in check. Before we knew it, we found ourselves in Transfiguration class, seated among fourth-year students. The atmosphere in the classroom was buzzing with the usual energy of young witches and wizards eager to learn.

Professor McGonagall, with her sharp gaze and no-nonsense demeanor, was at the front of the class, her robes neatly pressed and her hair pulled back into a tidy bun. She was the epitome of authority and grace, and there was an air of respect that filled the room as she began her lesson.

As she paced back and forth, her voice commanding attention, she caught sight of me in the crowd. "Ah, Mr. McKenzie!" she called, pausing mid-sentence. Her emerald green eyes glinted with approval. "I would like to commend you for your exceptional transfiguration skills displayed during the first task of the Triwizard Tournament. Your ability to adapt and think on your feet was quite impressive."

"Potter! Weasley! Will you pay attention?"

Professor McGonagall's irritated voice cracked like a whip through the Transfiguration class, and Harry and Ron both jumped and looked up.