HP: Ravenclaw's Obscurus Prodigy

"Have you seen it?" Hermione asked anxiously. "Neville's pet toad—his name is Trevor."

Wyzett shook his head softly. "I haven't, but could you describe him for me? The more details you can give, the better."

"I'll get Neville right away!" Hermione dashed out of the compartment in a flurry.

Penelope turned to Wyzett with a gentle question. "Are you planning to use the Summoning Charm?"

He nodded. "Yes, I'd like to try."

"But you know, don't you?" Penelope didn't rush to dismiss him. "The Summoning Charm only works on inanimate objects. Well, except for things like Flobberworms—their bodies are so simple, the spell can sometimes affect them."

"Let him try," Cho Chang chimed in, a playful note in her voice. "Wyzett is special, after all. He even helped a third-year with their homework this morning."

"Really?" Penelope looked surprised. "Turning curiosity into action—there's nothing wrong with that. As a Ravenclaw, I admit I was too quick to doubt you."

Wyzett offered a small smile. He found himself liking the Ravenclaw way—open, curious, and fair.

Since arriving in this magical world, aside from his planned adventure to Sweden with Luna in search of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, learning and exploring had become his top priorities. There was so much unknown, so much wonder—magic that touched every corner of life, magical creatures of every shape and size, and ancient wizarding ruins he longed to see.

Thanks to Lee Jordan's introductions, Wyzett now had a feel for each of the four Houses. If he could join Ravenclaw, he thought, it would be the perfect place to begin his journey of discovery.

...

A few minutes later, Hermione returned with the boy who had lost his toad.

He was round-faced, his cheeks blotchy with tears. "Th-thank you... Hermione said... said you could help me find T-Trevor..."

Wyzett handed him a few tissues. "Could you describe Trevor for me? The more specific, the better. It'll help me focus the spell."

"Th-thank you!" The boy blew his nose, voice steadier. "He's about the size of both my palms, dark brown, with thirteen bumps on his back..."

He described Trevor with such care and detail that Wyzett could picture the toad perfectly.

Now for the spell.

He drew his wand and gave it a gentle flick, focusing on the image in his mind. "Accio Trevor!"

Deep inside, the Obscurus core pulsed, sending a surge of Ancient Magic through his wand. For a moment, it glowed with silver-blue light.

Everyone in the compartment turned toward the door.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the corridor.

"Look! A flying toad!"

"Ugh! It touched my hair!"

"Who brings a toad on the train? Where's it going?"

Amid frantic croaking, a fat toad appeared at the doorway, flailing its limbs in panic as it sailed helplessly toward Wyzett.

He quickly pocketed his wand, and without the spell's pull, Trevor dropped safely into Neville's hands.

"Merlin's beard! The Summoning Charm isn't supposed to work on something this big..." Penelope rubbed her eyes, then quietly unwrapped another Chocolate Frog.

"Knew it," Cho Chang said with a grin. "This is getting interesting."

"Thank you so much! I—I don't even know what to say! I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom!" Neville stammered, clutching Trevor.

Hermione launched into another rapid-fire string of questions. "Wyzett, which House do you want to join? Gryffindor, maybe? Headmaster Dumbledore was in Gryffindor..."

"I haven't really thought about it," Wyzett replied, a little distracted. "If I could choose, maybe Ravenclaw..."

His attention was on the Chocolate Frog card in his hand—he could have sworn he saw Dumbledore's portrait return, the old wizard's eyes sparkling with warmth and kindness.

"Shouldn't you let the others who were helping know? The toad's been found!" Cho Chang called after Hermione and Neville, finally ushering them out.

"Phew..." Wyzett let out a long breath as the door closed. Half an hour of thanks and questions had left him thoroughly drained.

"This year's first-years are full of energy," Cho Chang remarked with a soft laugh.

"Definitely," Penelope agreed, standing up to adjust her prefect's badge. "Time for the meeting—this badge actually heats up to remind me!"

Outside, the sky was deepening to violet, mountains and forests flashing past the windows like shadowy ghosts.

Soon, a hollow voice echoed through the train.

"Five minutes until we arrive at Hogsmeade Station. Please leave your luggage on the train; it will be delivered to your dormitories."

Dumbledore set down his Chocolate Frog card, his face wreathed in a gentle smile. "Such magical talent... and he's only just started using a wand?"

But quickly, the smile faded, replaced by a distant, thoughtful look. He sighed.

"Proper guidance is essential. We can't let the past repeat itself. One Harry... one Wyzett... both need special care. Looks like I'll be busy indeed!"

Knock, knock, knock...

The door opened and Professor McGonagall, robed in deep emerald, stepped inside. "Headmaster Dumbledore, is the Sorting list ready?"

"Of course. Perfect timing." Dumbledore rose, and with a conductor's flourish, sent the parchment scroll floating to Professor McGonagall.

The list was inscribed in elegant script. As she caught it, the emerald ink shimmered and finally dried.

She glanced down the list. "Wyzett's surname is Lovegood? What about his original family name?"

"Untraceable..." Dumbledore shrugged. "I even looked into that dark wizard... but everything about him is a mystery."

"So we're using the Lovegood name," McGonagall mused. "It was the safest choice, given everything. We never expected the information leak, or the Parkinsons to react so extremely."

"It's all in the past now," Dumbledore replied, waving a hand. "An old Runespoor isn't worth much... and Runespoor eggs as compensation were a mild warning."

"Are you sure they won't try again?" McGonagall asked, concern in her voice.

"They won't," Dumbledore assured her, a twinkle in his eye. "I told them myself—I'll be watching over this child. As long as Voldemort hasn't returned, they won't dare go further."

"That's a relief," McGonagall said. "I'd best be off—the train's nearly here."

She crossed to a cupboard, retrieved a battered old hat, and left the office with the Sorting list in hand.

As her footsteps faded, Dumbledore waved again. His violet, star-spangled robes soared through the air, wrapping themselves around him, followed by his matching wizard's hat.

Ready at last, he gently closed the door to his office...

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