certher
Stories
9
Chapters
109
Words
468.5 K
Comments
32
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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Twilfitt’s Pewter and Titanium was a cauldron jungle and not a store. The piles of pewter, silver, and reinforced titanium figures rose precariously, some with tendrils of steam escaping from them, others softly radiating with internal magic. A massive blackened cauldron in a corner crackled with residual magic. The stout wizard shopkeeper with sooty-colored robes barely even looked up from polishing a bronze stir rod. “If you want regular cauldron, back row,” he growled. “Silver’s in the…-
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Daphne let out a slow breath, clearly trying to collect herself after that little confession. She grabbed her quill, tapping it idly against the table before finally glancing back at Harry’s notes. “So,” she said, as if forcing them both back to reality. “Are we done getting distracted, or do you actually want to figure out how we’re supposed to make this potion work?” Harry grinned, but he let her change the subject. “Alright, back to work,” he said, dragging his parchment toward…
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Harry had his quill in hand, but he wasn’t writing. Instead, he was watching Hermione, who was already flipping through Introduction to Arithmantic Theory. “Alright,” she said, setting her quill down. “Let’s figure out where you went wrong.” Harry exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, considering it took me four hours to get through one sentence, I’d say… everywhere?” Hermione gave him a look but didn’t argue. “Let’s start from what you already know.” Harry…
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The class had just settled back into their seats when Flitwick clapped his hands. “Alright, wands away for now. I want you to listen.” That got their attention. Flitwick never made them put their wands away unless something important was coming. The usual rustling and chatter died down as he looked over the class, his expression thoughtful. “I imagine,” he said, “that all of you have been paying attention to what’s been happening outside these walls.” Silence. “The World Cup.…
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The Great Hall was packed, students crammed onto the benches, voices echoing off the high stone walls. Golden plates overflowed with food, and the smell of roast beef and fresh bread filled the air. But at the Gryffindor table, Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren’t eating much. Their heads were still back in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Moody’s lesson had been different. Last year, Professor Lupin had given them knowledge,how to recognize threats, how to handle magical creatures, how to…
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