HP: Ravenclaw's Obscurus Prodigy

The worksheet was packed with fill-in-the-blank questions, but for anyone who'd actually done the reading, it wasn't all that difficult.

Wyzett pointed to a blank and recited, "In 1754, the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Magic Office—Orabella Nuttley—repaired the Roman Colosseum after it was accidentally destroyed."

"Mate, you're a legend!" Lee Jordan gave him a huge thumbs-up and scribbled down the answer at lightning speed.

"Patronus Charm—the incantation is 'Expecto Patronum.' It's defined as 'an ancient and mysterious spell capable of conjuring a magical guardian'..."

One by one, the blanks on the worksheet were filled in. The smirk on Cho Chang's face faded, replaced by open astonishment as she stared at Wyzett.

Whooooo-whooooo!

A shrill whistle split the air—the Hogwarts Express was finally on the move.

Outside the window, parents waved their goodbyes, and younger siblings chased after the train, some crying, some laughing, all waving frantically as the train picked up speed and left them behind.

Once the platform disappeared from sight, a wave of relief swept through the carriages. Free from parental eyes, students grinned with newfound freedom, wands appearing out of every pocket. The train echoed with laughter, magic tricks, and the thud of trunks as chaos reigned.

With his homework done, Lee Jordan was back to his usual energetic self. "Listen up! When I was in Africa, I met loads of wizards—and I even learned a spell you don't need a wand for!"

Cho Chang perked up. "Wandless magic? I read about that—African wizards are supposed to be brilliant at it."

Lee waved his hand dismissively. "Not just ordinary wandless magic—this one's all about hand gestures! Let me show you."

He rolled up his sleeves and launched into a wild series of moves, clapping his hands together with theatrical pops.

Absolutely nothing happened. No sparkle, no bang, not even a flicker of light.

Cho eyed him warily. "You're sure that's magic? What's it supposed to do?"

"Uh… maybe I should try again?" Lee scratched his head and hiked his sleeves up to his shoulders, clapping even louder.

"Merlin's saggy underpants! Have you been hexed by an African shaman?" a dramatic voice called out.

Fred burst in, grabbing Lee Jordan by the shoulders and shaking him for dear life. "Don't you dare get yourself cursed! We're still waiting on that Blast-Ended Skrewt of yours!"

"Oi! Wyzett, you're here too!" George followed, waving. "Oh—and there's the girl who distracted Cedric."

Cho Chang nodded, her ears tinged pink, but she didn't say much.

"Of course I'm fine!" Lee shrugged off Fred's hands. "Watch it—you'll squash the Skrewt!"

"We'd regret that for life!" George made a mock-prayer gesture. "Come on, let's see it!"

All five pairs of eyes locked onto the little magical creature.

Cho stayed on guard, ready to whip out her wand if the furry spider made a move.

Fred, George, and Lee admired the Skrewt, marveling at its bristly hairs and strange anatomy.

Wyzett activated his Oculus Magicae, scanning the Blast-Ended Skrewt like an X-ray. Only the fangs and venom sac glowed with an eerie green light; the rest of the creature was shrouded in dull gray.

He focused on the green glow, trying to make out a symbol hidden in the venom. But it was too blurry—he couldn't decipher its shape.

Suddenly, a hand darted in front of the Skrewt's fangs. The creature didn't hesitate—it bit down hard, injecting its magic-laced venom in an instant.

As the venom emptied, the green glow faded from its fangs and venom sac.

The hand belonged to Fred. The bite mark swelled up like a balloon.

Cho Chang gasped, instinctively drawing her wand. "Why would you put your hand there?!"

"Don't panic, it's nothing," George said calmly. He fished out a suction-cup contraption and slapped it onto the bite with a pop.

The suction cup wriggled to life, making gurgling noises as it drew the venom out of the wound, channeling it into a tiny glass vial at the top.

Fred's hand shrank back to normal, leaving just two tiny pinpricks.

Lee Jordan wasn't idle—he pulled out a green leaf, chewed it up, and spat the pulp onto the bite.

A few wisps of green smoke curled into the air. When he peeled the leaf away, the wound had healed completely—though the skin was smoother than before.

Only then did Fred wince, letting out a long breath. "That Skrewt's got some bite! Merlin, that hurt!"

"But look what we got!" George said, holding up the vial and swirling the glowing green venom. "Ton-Tongue Toffees, here we come!"

Fred grinned. "Just remember, next time it's your turn to get bitten."

Wyzett let his magical sight fade and asked, "Was that dittany you used?"

"A true expert!" Lee Jordan puffed out his chest, producing a bag stuffed with green leaves. "Got this in Africa—whole bag, didn't cost a Knut!"

"No wonder it worked so fast," Fred marveled. "That's rare stuff! Who knows when we'll save up enough to take the family on holiday."

"Shouldn't be long," George said reassuringly, then turned to Wyzett. "Didn't expect you to recognize dittany at a glance."

"My mate here is brilliant!" Lee slung an arm around Wyzett's shoulders. "Guess how I finished my homework while waiting for you lot?"

Fred snorted. "You probably just guessed. It's only Professor Flitwick's assignment, not Professor McGonagall's—no big deal."

"Ahem…" Cho Chang coughed gently, reminding everyone a Ravenclaw was still present.

"I'm not as irresponsible as Fred," Lee said with a laugh. "With Wyzett's help, I finished the whole worksheet."

"Hmm…" George stroked his chin. "How's that any different from guessing?"

"Let's check the answers, then!" Lee suggested. "I trust him—no reason needed."

Fred and George were quick to act, pulling out their own worksheets for a word-by-word comparison.

By the end, George still looked skeptical. He dug out The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3 and rechecked every answer.

"Merlin's thinning hairline! How is this possible—they're all right… And I even misspelled a few!"

"See?" Lee Jordan said, beaming. "If I hadn't actually cast the Mending Charm, I wouldn't have believed it either."

"He's a first-year, and he memorized The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3 just from his Diagon Alley shopping trip. That's magic for you."

Fred suddenly turned serious, patting Wyzett on the shoulder. "Ever thought about joining Gryffindor? We need talent like you!"

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