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Gryffindor Tower.
The moment Harry and Ron stepped into the common room, they were greeted like returning heroes.
Even some of the first-years crowded around them, firing off questions about the flying car. The whole place buzzed with excitement.
Hermione stood off to the side, fuming. In Gryffindor, apparently, spectacularly bad decisions earned you cheers instead of consequences.
Neville noticed her expression but didn't try to talk to her. The common room was too loud anyway. After a moment he slipped away to his dorm. He might as well get some studying done. Rock had mentioned that tomorrow's classes were going to be rough.
Ravenclaw Tower.
Rock yawned, dropped straight onto his bed, and was asleep within seconds.
The next morning he woke early, slipped out of the dormitory while Theo and Adam were still snoring, and headed outside for his usual run.
"Rock!"
Hagrid was watering the plants outside his hut. He waved cheerfully when he spotted him.
"Morning, Hagrid."
Rock smiled. Hagrid had been a regular visitor at the manor over the summer—mostly to see Norberta—but it had made them all much more comfortable around each other.
"You're still at it, then," Hagrid said, clapping Rock on the shoulder with a fond shake of his head.
"Oh—how are Harry and Ron doing?" he asked a second later, suddenly remembering last night's chaos. He'd spent hours cleaning up the mess the car had left behind and patching up the Whomping Willow. By the time he was done, the feast was long over.
"They're fine," Rock said. "At least, I think so. Dumbledore won't let them get expelled over it."
Hagrid nodded seriously. "Right. Dumbledore's a good man."
Rock didn't comment, just smiled. If Harry had actually been expelled, Cornelius Fudge would have been looking for a new job by morning.
"Anyway, I should get going," Rock said, starting to jog in place. "See you later, Hagrid."
"Come by with the others when you've got time!"
"Will do."
After his run, Rock stopped at the castle doors to give Mrs. Norris her usual morning attention. The cat treats he'd been sending over the summer had done wonders—her coat was glossy and she looked noticeably healthier.
"Mr. Filch, I'll be heading in now."
Filch gave a stiff nod, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Rock walked away. The moment he was gone, Filch looked down at his cat and muttered, "Bet that was annoying, wasn't it, my sweet?"
Mrs. Norris just gave a lazy, contented meow.
Back in the Ravenclaw common room, Rock finished getting ready and collected the others. Padma arrived with Luna in tow. The moment they were alone for a second, Padma leaned in and whispered, "Her dormmates don't seem to like her very much."
Rock raised an eyebrow. First day and already trouble?
He glanced over at Luna, who had her wand tucked behind her ear and was wearing a butterbeer cork necklace. She didn't look bothered in the slightest. In fact, she was happily telling Theo about wrackspurts.
Rock shook his head. "Just keep an eye on her when you can."
Girls' politics were complicated, and nothing serious had happened yet. If it did, they could always bring it to Penelope or handle it themselves.
"Should we ask Luna to join the study group?" Padma asked quietly.
Rock looked at Michael and the others. They all gave the same answer.
"Your call."
Rock stared at them. Why did it feel like they were hiding something?
"Then let's have her join," he said. "We can bring in a few more first-years this term too."
The study group didn't need to be huge—just good.
Michael and the others exchanged knowing looks and immediately volunteered to scout the new first-years.
They headed down to the Great Hall. Plenty of students were already eating. The Gryffindor table was especially loud—still buzzing about Harry and Ron's dramatic arrival. Hermione sat among them looking thoroughly fed up.
While they were eating breakfast, a huge flock of owls swept into the Hall.
Adam automatically shielded his plate from falling feathers.
Up at the staff table, Lockhart was beaming as he accepted letter after letter from the owls. Most of them looked like fan mail. Word had clearly spread that he was now teaching at Hogwarts.
"This guy's doing it on purpose, right?" Theo muttered, tearing off a piece of bread while watching the staff table get swarmed.
Snape had already left.
"Could just be that he actually has that many fans," Rock said evenly.
It was also possible Lockhart had paid people to send letters, but bandwagon behavior wasn't exactly rare.
"Either way, I'm not reading his books," Adam said under his breath, glancing at Padma to make sure she hadn't heard.
Rock laughed quietly. "You might want to reconsider. If we actually read them, we could answer every single question he asks in class. Ravenclaw could rack up a ridiculous number of points this year."
Theo, Michael, and the others froze.
Michael narrowed his eyes. "You're saying… we just answer whatever questions come from his books and we get infinite House points?"
"Right now it looks that way," Rock said. "But we'll have to move fast."
He glanced toward the staff table.
Once the Chamber of Secrets business started, Lockhart's time at Hogwarts would be over. They might as well milk the situation for as many points as possible while they could.
"Hope the Quidditch team actually shows up this year."
Theo grinned like he'd just been handed a gift. He hated reading, but the idea of Ravenclaw's colors dominating the Great Hall at the end of term? That he liked.
"Let's do it."
Michael and the others smiled too.
Up at the staff table, Lockhart shivered for no reason while sorting through his letters.
"Must be some lovely young lady thinking about me," he murmured to himself, keeping his perfect eight-tooth smile firmly in place.
A second later, a deafening, furious roar exploded through the Great Hall.
Every owl still inside took off in a panic, dropping letters everywhere as they fled.