HP: Ravenclaw's Obscurus Prodigy

Cho Chang lifted her hand in introduction. "This is Lee Jordan, third-year Gryffindor and the most famous Quidditch commentator at Hogwarts."

"Heh, I'm not that famous!" Lee Jordan grinned, slipping into the compartment. "Hey, did either of you finish Professor Flitwick's assignment?"

"I only realized yesterday that I left my brand-new textbook in Africa—it won't even arrive at school until tomorrow. But that preview worksheet Professor Flitwick set? Haven't written a single word!"

A sly, almost teasing smile tugged at Cho Chang's lips, as if to say: See? That's a Gryffindor for you—homework means nothing to them.

She explained patiently, "You'd better ask someone else. I'm a second-year, and Wyzett here is a first-year."

"Cho Chang! I know you!" Lee Jordan said, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Last year's match—Cedric totally missed the Golden Snitch because he was staring at you!"

"Cough, cough, cough—" Cho's cheeks flushed as she coughed, flustered. "You must have me mixed up with someone else… I'm in Ravenclaw."

Lee raised his eyebrows dramatically, feigning outrage. "As a commentator, it's my job to notice the most exciting moments!"

"You were wearing that same Tutshill Tornadoes jersey—I remember it perfectly. There's no way I'm wrong. I'd swear on my Blast-Ended Skrewt!"

"But seriously, you should ask someone else." Cho cut him off quickly. "We really can't help you."

"Mind if I hang out here for a bit?" Lee sighed. "I'll see if Fred and the others brought their textbooks when they get on."

"Suit yourself," Cho replied, not bothered.

Wyzett looked up. "Fred? Do you mean Fred Weasley?"

Lee's face lit up. "Exactly! Fred and George—the twins. They're my best mates. You know them too?"

Wyzett nodded. "The Weasleys helped me out before, so yes, I know them."

"Small world!" Lee groaned dramatically. "Honestly, I hate wasting time on homework when this Blast-Ended Skrewt venom is just begging to be tested!"

"When I was in Africa, I ran an experiment with this Skrewt. If your tongue even touches a drop of its venom, it'll swell up instantly!"

"If Fred and the others get here, we could try it together! If not for this blasted homework… I've already asked half the train, but no one will lend me their assignments to copy!"

"Let me guess…" Wyzett glanced at the bulging pocket in Lee's robes. "Your payment for borrowing homework is letting people touch your Blast-Ended Skrewt?"

Lee nodded eagerly. "Of course! This isn't just any Skrewt—its venom's got magical properties. Super rare! Like finding a wizard among Muggles!"

Wyzett finally understood why no one wanted to lend Lee Jordan their homework.

The thought of touching a Skrewt was enough to make anyone's skin crawl.

This guy was a bundle of restless energy—maybe it was just his nature, but he seemed to have an endless need to talk.

Once he realized Wyzett knew the Weasley twins, Lee launched into a rapid-fire introduction to every house at Hogwarts.

"Gryffindor's the best, obviously! You know Dumbledore, right? He's one of us—everything about Gryffindor is top-notch!"

He paused, then winked at Cho. "Well… Ravenclaw's not bad either. If only Cho was in my year—Ravenclaws always have the highest homework scores!"

"Hufflepuffs are super friendly. That Cedric guy—total heartthrob. And they always have the best snacks. No idea where they get them all!"

"Slytherin? Full of Dark wizards—the worst house. You-Know-Who was a Slytherin. They'll do anything to win the House Cup, and their Head of House is a total points-deducting fiend!"

"You-Know-Who… that's a strange nickname," Wyzett mused, the title tickling his memory.

Suddenly it clicked—one of Voldemort's real aliases. Most people just called him "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" or "The Dark Lord."

"That name wasn't funny back then," Lee said, swallowing hard, his tone suddenly serious. "He was the most dangerous Dark wizard ever."

"My dad says You-Know-Who killed enough people to form a whole army of Inferi. Even 'You-Know-Who' is just a stand-in, because no one dares say his real name."

"He was really that dangerous?" Wyzett frowned. "I've only heard of Grindelwald… He was supposed to be terrifying too."

He'd only learned the name Gellert Grindelwald from the Fantastic Beasts films—where Grindelwald could fight off Ministry Aurors single-handedly.

"That was ages ago," Lee shrugged. "Headmaster Dumbledore beat Grindelwald—that's all I know. That's why Gryffindor is the right choice!"

Finishing her broomstick polish, Cho Chang chimed in, "If you're interested in Grindelwald and You-Know-Who, you should read Modern Magical History. It's much more detailed."

…

By half past ten, Lee Jordan had finally run out of steam and settled down, trying to cobble together his homework.

"Mending Charm… the incantation starts with R… R… Repair! It's a spell for fixing things… Invented by some English wizard… I think I saw it somewhere…"

Cho Chang buried her face in Quidditch Through the Ages, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter, the occasional snort escaping.

Wyzett scanned the books in his mind and quickly found The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3.

Any book he'd memorized could be searched in seconds, as easily as typing a keyword into a computer.

The Standard Book of Spells was a seven-volume set—one for each year at Hogwarts. When he'd browsed Flourish and Blotts, he'd simply recorded the entire series.

He recited directly from the third volume: "Mr. Jordan, the Mending Charm's incantation is 'Reparo.'"

"If you need the full explanation, it's 'a charm used to seamlessly repair most damaged objects.'"

"Are you sure?" Lee Jordan's eyes lit up, grabbing Wyzett's shoulders like a drowning man clutching a lifeline.

"The book you left in Africa—was it The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3?"

"Yes, yes! That's the one!"

"Then you're set. I memorized it when I bought my books—I thought it was interesting."

"You… memorized it? Is that even possible? Are you sure you're not You-Know-Who in disguise?"

Wyzett just smiled. "You read the question out loud, and it came right back to me. If you're worried, you can check with Fred and George when they get here."

"I'll try it myself first." Lee pulled out a tissue, tore it into pieces, and muttered, "Rep… aro… Reparo!"

He practiced the spell over and over. After a dozen tries, the tissue finally stuck together—barely, but it held.

Magic always took practice. The fact that the tissue stayed together meant he'd gotten the principle and incantation right.

"Genius! Mate, you're a genius!" Lee Jordan crowed, shoving his worksheet over. "Help me with the rest, will you?"

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