Alexander already knew.
Nothing major was going to happen for a while.
No more trolls.
No more professors screaming.
No more castle-wide chaos.
At most—
Quidditch.
And sure enough, the season rolled forward exactly as expected.
Ravenclaw dominated.
Match after match.
Clean plays.
Sharp formations.
Perfect coordination.
Outmaneuvered Gryffindor.
And tactically dismantled Slytherin.
Now—
3–0.
Undefeated.
The Ravenclaw students were ecstatic.
Cho especially.
She analyzed every play like a professional commentator.
Showing the twins all the enchanted photos of their match.
"See that rotation? That's Ravenclaw's spiral intercept."
The Weasley twins, sitting across from them, groaned loudly.
"Cheating."
Cho snapped her head toward them instantly.
"We weren't cheating. I just baited your Beaters out of position."
Fred crossed his arms.
"Still cheating."
George nodded.
"Intellectual cheating."
Cho stood up, hands on hips, firing facts one after another—formation theory, wind angle adjustments, and coordinated feints.
The twins blinked.
Overwhelmed.
Retreat was the only option.
"Fine! Cheaters!"
They ran off dramatically.
Cho huffed but sat back down proudly.
Alexander just shook his head, amused.
For a few peaceful days, Hogwarts remained calm.
Classes.
Meals.
Practice.
No chaos.
Until—
One evening in the Ravenclaw common room.
Alexander had just sat down when he was surrounded.
His roommates.
Other second-years.
Even first-years.
All were looking at him.
He already knew what they wanted.
Help.
Extra lessons.
He opened his mouth to answer—
But Cho spoke first.
"He'll do it."
Alexander slowly turned his head toward her.
"No, you do it."
She smiled sweetly.
"You're the Number One and a Star Student. I'm just Number Two… and the Star Student's girlfriend."
Alexander stared at her.
Speechless.
Then sighed deeply.
He couldn't believe how shameless she had become.
The surrounding students erupted in cheers.
And just like that—
The evening classes returned.
For the rest of the month, after dinner, the Ravenclaw common room transformed.
Desks, tables, and furniture were moved aside.
Practice space cleared.
Alexander stood at the front like an instructor.
Second-years first.
They had already mastered Protego basics.
Now he pushed them further.
"Layer the shield. Don't just cast it."
He refined their Expelliarmus.
The Disarming Charm.
He demonstrated wand angle, timing, and magical output control.
Students paired off—
Red flashes filled the commons.
Wands flew everywhere.
Alexander walked between them, correcting posture and casting flow.
"Too slow."
"Stabilize your wand."
"Don't overcharge the spell."
Between sparring rounds, he lectured.
Not just spells—
Magic theory.
Control.
Efficiency.
Output conservation.
Then came the first-years.
He guided them.
Lumos.
Light intensity control.
Nox.
Instant light cancellation.
He adjusted their grips, corrected pronunciation, and helped them regulate magical flow.
As days passed—
Something unexpected happened.
Upperclassmen started showing up.
At first, just to watch.
Then to participate.
Fifth-years practiced Expelliarmus against second-years.
Sixth-year students gave advanced tips.
The commons buzzed every night with structured practice.
A full peer-training system formed naturally.
And the second-years—
They began guiding the first-years themselves.
Every evening after class, small groups formed.
Older students teaching younger ones Repario.
Broken quills.
Cracked glasses.
Broken tables, desk, and furniture.
All repaired under supervision.
Alexander walked through the room quietly, observing.
Correcting when needed.
But mostly—
Watching the system run itself.
Cho stood beside him, smiling proudly.
"You built this."
Alexander shook his head lightly.
"They did."
As the star student stood at the center of it all—
Ravenclaw's strength was rising faster than ever.