HP: Ravenclaw's Obscurus Prodigy

The Cerberus, Fluffy, blinked awake, all three heads perking up as it pawed the air and whimpered, eager to lunge at Wyzett.

With his usual giant's ease, Hagrid hoisted Fluffy high above his head, beaming.

"Fluffy, you're awake! Look at you—so adorable, born just to be smothered in kisses!"

Behind them, Wyzett wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. Only someone built like Hagrid could lift a three-headed dog the size of an African lion as if it were a basket of kittens.

"It seems I've arrived at a rather inopportune moment?"

A familiar voice, gentle and amused, drifted over. Just as before, Dumbledore appeared before them, his eyes twinkling.

"Pr—Professor Dumbledore!" Hagrid jolted in surprise, scrambling to hide Fluffy behind his massive frame as if shielding a secret gift.

But Fluffy was hardly subtle—no matter how Hagrid tried, he couldn't conceal a creature that size, not even with his towering height.

"A Cerberus pup," Dumbledore observed with a smile, "though it looks a bit underfed. That new den you've been building at school—is it for your new friend?"

"Heh… well…" Hagrid managed a sheepish grin, his voice faltering. "Fluffy's still a baby. I just didn't want him to keep wandering about."

"I understand completely," Dumbledore nodded, eyes warm. "But if that's the case, I'm afraid the Knight Bus is out of the question."

He turned to Wyzett. "Would you like to try a different way to travel? There's a much more economical option—I've already spoken with Molly."

"Economical?"

A pang of guilt struck Wyzett—he still hadn't paid for the morning's ride. He quickly fished a Galleon from his pocket and slipped it into Hagrid's trousers.

"Wyzett, you don't have to do that!" Hagrid protested, flustered. "You saved me over two hundred Galleons today!"

Wyzett just waved him off. "It's different. Fair is fair."

"Go on, Hagrid, accept it," Dumbledore said kindly, his smile deepening. "Now, Wyzett, shall we? The Floo Network is a wonderful way to travel!"

…

The three returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

The pub was as lively as ever, the fire in the corner fireplace roaring, bathing the crowd in a cheery glow.

Dumbledore picked up a flowerpot from the mantel, its contents glittering like stardust.

"It's quite simple," he explained, demonstrating as he spoke. "Just take a handful of Floo Powder, toss it into the flames, and clearly state your destination—The Burrow!"

He scattered the powder into the fire. Instantly, the red flames whooshed up, shifting to a vivid emerald green.

"Wyzett," Dumbledore said gently, "don't be afraid of the flames. The fireplace won't harm you. Magic will guide you safely home."

Reassured by Dumbledore's calm, Wyzett nodded, gripped his cart, and strode straight into the green fire.

…

"Professor Dumbledore…" Hagrid huddled in a corner with Fluffy. "How are we getting back to school?"

"I've arranged for Thestrals," Dumbledore replied, gesturing invitingly. "They won't arrive for a little while yet."

Right on cue, Tom appeared with a steaming pot of tea and a generous slice of cake.

The sight of the cream-laden dessert made Dumbledore's eyes light up. "I must say, I'm very curious about your new Cerberus. Would you tell me the story?"

Hagrid perked up instantly. "Of course! Where should I start? The day I met Fluffy? I was right here at the Leaky Cauldron—"

"I'd like to hear about the purchase," Dumbledore interrupted, waving a hand. "From what I overheard, it sounds like Wyzett helped you quite a lot?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Hagrid nodded so hard his beard wobbled. "If it weren't for him, I'd have been fleeced! Here's what happened…"

…

"Wyzett trusted me with five hundred Galleons—no way I'd let those crooks search me! When he showed up, I was scared out of my wits…"

"He's just so clever! I barely understood what was happening before those blokes agreed to sell Fluffy for only a hundred and seventy Galleons. What kind of discount is that…?"

He gestured animatedly, so much so that even the drowsy Fluffy perked up, barking every time Wyzett's name was mentioned.

A look of genuine satisfaction spread across Dumbledore's face. "To turn the tables so effortlessly, using only what he'd learned in a single day…"

"And to come up with such a perfect solution under pressure—honestly, even I might not have done better."

Hagrid nodded emphatically. "Exactly! If Wyzett hadn't been there, I'd have been lost!"

Dumbledore smiled, eyes twinkling. "It's clear you're very fond of this child, Hagrid."

"And Fluffy likes him too!" Hagrid ruffled Fluffy's heads. "But so many people misunderstand him… all because of those blasted reports!"

"They'll have something new to write about soon," Dumbledore said, stroking his beard. "Harry's birthday is coming up, and I'll need your help again."

"Harry?" Hagrid's jaw dropped. "Harry Potter? That's right—he's old enough for Hogwarts now!"

"I'd be honored! Haven't seen him in ten years—back then he was just a tot."

"Yes… ten years," Dumbledore murmured, a rare sigh escaping him. "We'll all be busy for quite a while yet… Ah, the Thestrals are here. Time to head back to school."

Just as Dumbledore promised, the flames didn't harm Wyzett at all.

A strange roaring filled his ears as if he were spinning through a vortex, fireplace after fireplace flashing past his eyes.

Suddenly, a boy's voice called out ahead, startled.

"Mum! The fireplace is reacting—come look!"

A deeper, more mature voice followed.

"Wyzett's coming back from Diagon Alley—he'll have brought plenty. Ron, stand back and be careful."

A gentle push from behind, and Wyzett tumbled out of the hearth, landing in a living room built from crooked stone blocks.

A tall, red-haired boy stood before him, extending a hand with practiced formality.

"Hello, I'm Percy Weasley, Gryffindor prefect."

Another red-haired boy appeared, offering a shy smile.

"I'm Ron—I'll be starting at Hogwarts this year too!"

Suddenly, a hand snaked in beneath Percy's.

"Hi! I'm Fred Weasley, the brother who's always losing house points to the prefect."

A fourth hand landed atop the pile.

"Hello! I'm George Weasley, another brother who's always in trouble with the prefect."

"Shut up!" Percy snapped. "If you behaved, I wouldn't have to deduct points!"

"Percy's always like this!" the twins chorused, shaking their heads in mock exasperation. "Sometimes I wonder if he's really our brother. Not a hint of humor."

Four boys stood before Wyzett, all freckled and flaming-haired.

Percy was dressed the most formally, his black robes adorned with a scarlet-and-gold badge. Gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, giving him an air of bookish authority.

Fred and George grinned mischievously, their clothes not only threadbare but also marked with the telltale scorch of magical mishaps.

Ron lingered at the back, wide-eyed and craning his neck with curiosity.

"Alright, that's enough!" A middle-aged woman in an apron bustled in, pulling Fred and George aside.

She bent down to straighten Wyzett's collar, her eyes warm and appraising.

"I'm Molly. It's awfully late—have you eaten? I can whip up something if you're hungry."

Wyzett took in the bustling, friendly scene. There was no wariness or fear in their eyes—only open warmth and a sense of belonging.

He smiled and shook his head. "Thank you, but there's no need. Mr. Lovegood saved dinner for me."

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