IT'S MAGIC ❤︎ WHY DONT WE

twenty one

"how much longer on this potion hermione? we need to find out more information." harry asked the girl stirring the potion.

"not much longer, but i need tate. does one of you mind finding her? she should be in the study hall." hermione told, the boys nodding before exiting the bathroom.

they entered study hall, spotting the brown haired ravenclaw sitting with her gryffindor friends.

"tate, hermione said she needs you, she's in the girls bathroom." ron spoke as they approached her, "the one no one goes in." harry added. the brunette girl nodded, replying with an okay before standing up.

"i'll see you lot later." she said to her friends, proceeding to head toward the bathroom. "what do you think you'll find from this?" kay asked the boys. "we're not sure yet. hopefully something useful."

the group of friends know that harry wasn't the one behind the attacks, although it was still a big shock he can speak parseltongue.

"i still can't believe zach doesn't believe professor lockhart's stories." kay shook her head, "can you blame me? that tosspot is supposed to be our defense against the dark arts teacher and he can't even block a spell from our potions teacher!"

zach exclaimed as he approached, sitting down across from kay. "he's a great teacher zach! a great wizard too!"

"ha! yeah, and i'm a pure-blood." zach snickered as he spoke his sarcastic comment.

jonah, corbyn, daniel, harry, and ron. they all laughed at zach's statement. they all knew lockhart was a terrible teacher, but clearly the girls didn't think so.

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the potion was finally finished, with assistance of tate of course. so the trio were now to drink it and be on their way to interrogate draco.

although it was meant that the three would be going, only harry and ron went. they began toward the slytherin common room, running into trouble when percy weasley spotted them.

only to have jack and draco turn the corner and come get them. the four went to the common room, draco and jack plopping down on the couch comfortably.

"well sit down." draco stated as he looked at crabbe and goyle weirdly.

"you'd never know the weasley's were pure-bloods, the way they behave. they're an embarrassment to the wizarding world, all of them." the blonde spoke bitterly.

"what's wrong with you, crabbe?" jack asked the boy who had his fists clenched with an unpleasant expression.

"stomachache." ron– well, crabbe, mumbled in reply.

"mm, you know, i'm surprised that the daily prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks." jack noted, biting into an apple.

"i suppose dumbledore is trying to hush it all up. father always said dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place." draco said.

"you're wrong!" harry– goyle shouted, instantly regretting it when both draco and jack's face turned angry. draco pushed off the couch and stood up, glaring at him.

"what? you think there's someone here who's worse than dumbledore?" draco's voice was something close to fearful, no one tells him he's wrong. "well? do you?"

"harry potter?" he gulped, hoping draco would no longer be angry.

draco scoffed, "good one goyle. you're absolutely right. saint potter." the blonde spoke bitterly. "and people actually believe that he's the heir of slytherin?" draco scoffed again.