That day, Hogwarts buzzed like a beehive kicked by a troll.
Everywhere you went, people were talking about Lucien Lionhardt.
Not just him—but his family.
Students from sacred families who once sneered at the Weasleys were suddenly… thinking.
Lucien's words from breakfast echoed in their minds:
Judge a man by his knowledge, not his gold.
For the first time, many of them stopped calling the Weasleys blood traitors.
Instead, they started calling them poor but potential-rich.
A few ambitious Slytherins were even overheard whispering:
"If knowledge can turn into power… maybe we should stop laughing and start reading."
Harry Takes Action
Harry, meanwhile, lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.
"One book a week," he muttered.
He sat up.
"…I can do that."
Five minutes later, Ron was being physically dragged across the corridor.
"Harry—Harry—WHY are we going to the library?!"
"Lucien said so," Harry replied simply.
That ended the argument.
Inside the library, Ron grabbed the first book he saw and plopped down.
Madam Pince froze.
She stared at the cover.
Then at Ron.
Then back at the cover.
"…Why," she asked slowly, "are you reading a wizarding cuisine compendium?"
Ron blinked.
"…It said 'food' on the spine."
Harry buried his face in his hands.
But—to everyone's shock—
Ron actually read it.
Right side up.
Madam Pince watched like she was witnessing a historical event.
Harry, meanwhile, picked his own book and quietly made a promise to himself:
One book a week. No excuses.
Chaos, Courtesy of the Twins
Elsewhere in the castle—
"FIVE GALLEONS! LIMITED STOCK!"
Fred and George stood behind a table stacked with shiny prank boxes.
"New and improved!" Fred announced.
"Now with—"
"—less accidental explosions!" George finished.
Students swarmed them.
The product sold ridiculously well.
Way better than expected.
Lee Jordan leaned in.
"What changed this time?"
The twins grinned.
"Oh, nothing much," Fred said casually.
"Just had a little help refining the formula," George added.
"From Lucien," they said together.
By the end of the day, the twins were counting galleons with identical, stunned expressions.
Fred looked up.
"…George."
George nodded.
"I think," he said slowly, "we should work with Lucien in the future."
Fred smiled wider.
"Brilliant business partner. Terrifying intelligence. Excellent taste in chaos."
George raised a box.
"To future profits."
"To Lucien Lionhardt," Fred agreed.
And across Hogwarts, without Lucien even trying—
Ideas were changing.
Habits were shifting.
And people were starting to realize something dangerous:
Power didn't always come from blood.
Sometimes… it came from books.