By the middle of May…
Alexander's lessons finally stopped.
Not because students lost interest—
But because Hogwarts had entered its most sacred season.
Final Exam Preparation.
The castle atmosphere shifted overnight.
Common Rooms that once buzzed with chatter became silent study halls.
Library seats are filled from sunrise to close.
Even prank activity across Hogwarts dropped dramatically.
Stress had replaced chaos.
Everyone was studying.
Everyone except Alexander.
He had already read every first-year textbook multiple times.
Charms.
Transfiguration.
Potions.
Herbology.
History of Magic.
Astronomy.
Defense theory (self-study edition).
He could pass all of them comfortably.
So instead—
He helped others.
Evenings were spent tutoring Cho and his roommates.
Reviewing wand movements.
Correcting potion ratios.
Quizzing theory questions.
Cho took notes seriously.
His roommates… less so.
But they improved.
Alexander made sure of it.
When he had free time—
He vanished.
Straight to the Seventh Floor.
Past the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
"I need a place to practice spells."
The Room of Requirement answered.
Inside—
Training dummies.
Moving targets.
Defensive launch mechanisms.
Spell impact walls.
A perfect private training ground.
He refined his spell speed.
Shielding reflexes.
Stunning accuracy.
Casting while in Disillusionment.
Preparation never stopped.
Because even if exams were easy—
Power still required polish.
Towards the end of May.
One morning at breakfast—
The Weasley twins appeared at his table.
Grinning.
Which was never a good sign.
Fred sat down first.
"So… how do we end the year?"
George followed.
"With a bang."
Alexander looked up from his tea slowly.
Processing.
Then—
He smirked.
"…Yes."
Cho sighed softly beside him.
She already knew that look.
The twins leaned closer.
"We can't just let the year end normally."
"We've built a reputation."
"We need a finale."
Alexander nodded thoughtfully.
"A controlled one."
Cho raised an eyebrow.
"Your version of controlled is concerning."
He ignored that.
They brainstormed quietly over breakfast.
Ideas flew rapidly:
Fireworks in the Great Hall.
Armor flash mobs.
Floating exam papers singing.
Color-changing house banners.
Weather illusions in corridors.
Cho even added input—
More aesthetic chaos than destructive.
Decorations.
Light shows.
Sky illusions.
The boys actually listened.
Because presentation mattered.
Eventually—
They reached a unified concept.
An end-of-year spectacle.
Something that wouldn't hurt students…
But it would be unforgettable.
A "Goodbye — See You Next Year" from Hogwarts' most infamous trio.
Alexander nodded once the plan solidified.
"Then we prepare."
That same day—
He wrote multiple letters.
Requests.
Orders.
Confirmations.
Special supplies.
Some domestic.
Some… international.
He sealed them quickly—
Then headed straight for the Owlery.
Owls launched into the sky carrying the first wave of preparations.
While the rest of Hogwarts studied frantically—
The trio operated in the background.
Planning.
Mapping.
Timing patrol routes.
Recruiting discreet helpers.
Even Peeves was consulted—
Bribed, technically—
With fireworks access.
He agreed instantly.
Cho occasionally supervised planning sessions—
Ensuring things stayed "festival" rather than "expulsion-worthy."
Her presence kept the scale balanced.
As May drew closer to its end—
Students buried themselves deeper in revision notes.
Sleep schedules collapsed.
Caffeine potions circulated quietly.
Stress peaked.
And hidden beneath all that academic panic—
Alexander and the Weasley twins prepared something entirely different.
An end-of-year surprise.
Not chaos for chaos' sake—
But a grand show.
A curtain call for Alexander's Year One.
Because if he had learned anything this year…
It was that Hogwarts thrived on stories.
And he fully intended—
To end his first year with one final legend.