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After talking a little more with my parents and after having lunch with my family, I went up to my room to unpack and put away my things.
Arriving at my room, I saw that of all the prank gifts I had left for Lockhart, none were left.
I'd prepared pranks to last through the end of the year if used sparingly, sothing I obviously wouldn't do, and apparently Fawkes wouldn't either.
"There were over 100 gifts here... How did Fawkes manage to use them all in such a short ti?" I wondered.
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-anwhile at Hogwarts-
*BOOM!*
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Huh? What was that?" Professor Sprout asked Professor McGonagall.
Currently, the two of them were in Professor McGonagall's office having an old friend's chat, enjoying the fact that they had so ti to relax since they didn't have to teach classes these vacation days.
But that ti was interrupted when a loud noise and an effeminate scream sounded through the castle.
"My beautiful hair!" a cry of desperation sounded shortly thereafter.
""Sigh"" the two teachers sighed, looking at each other wearily.
"How is it possible for him to get caught up in so many pranks? And there aren't many students at school who could be doing this!" Professor McGonagall said, rubbing her temples.
"The Weasley twins aren't even at school!" Professor Sprout said.
"And neither does Ethan," Professor McGonagall comnted.
"Ethan? Ethan Night? What does he have to do with it?" Professor Sprout asked confused, and Professor McGonagall turned to look at her with a blank face.
'Sigh... This boy is very good at deceiving others' Professor McGonagall thought, shaking her head with a wry smile on her face.
*Boom!*
"Kyaaah!"
"Serious?" "Again?" the two teachers said at the sa ti, resisting the urge to palm their faces.
They then looked at each other, and with no other choice they got up and left the office, and walking down the corridors in the direction they heard the noises, they arrived in front of Lockhart's office.
In front of the office there were 3 more students who were spending Christmas at Hogwarts. The students were looking into the office through the open door, and the two won ignored them and looked into the office as well.
"What the fu—"
"Language" Professor McGonagall said unconsciously, causing that student who was about to curse to close his mouth.
The Lockhart's office was painted all over neon orange, from his portraits that looked at each other in horror to the carpet on the floor.
And Lockhart himself was looking at himself in his mirror, one of the many he had in his office, trying to fix his hair, which was now a blue-tipped Mohawk.
He also had a tattoo of a dragon around a skull on the left side of his face, and if we ignored the fact that his robes were also neon orange, he'd look like an '80s punk.
...
...
...
"I'm too old to deal with this," Professor McGonagall said with a weary sigh, turning and walking out of the front of the office.
" too," Professor Sprout said, following after her and ignoring her desperate colleague professor.
The students, who saw the two turn and walk away, looked at each other before shrugging and continued to look at Lockhart, who was crying as he caressed his face in the mirror.
And while all this confusion was going on, on top of a large statue in the corridor was a hidden flaming bird looking at it all with amusent.
He then took flight and disappeared in a burst of fla, appearing in an abandoned room on the far side of the castle.
The room was the size of a regular classroom, and scattered around it were more than a dozen wrapped gifts of different colors, sizes, and shapes.
Fawkes then chose the biggest gift that was there, took it in his claws, and in another burst of fla Apparated with the gift, vibrating happily.
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-Back to school-
After spending the last few days of vacation with my family, taking advantage of the fact that it was just the four of us, the day has finally co for to return to Hogwarts.
I t the boys on the Express, and the trip went smoothly, with us talking about our vacation, with deciding to hide the fact that I had visited the Flals and just telling them I was in France.
"So Ethan... Are there a lot of pretty French girls there in France?" Terry asked , leaning towards , and as he did so I looked at him with obvious contempt on my face.
"I've heard that France has a lot of beautiful and famous models, like Louise Lavillenie who appeared in Magie et Mode magazine's spring issue 75," Anthony said, and this ti Terry and I looked at him strangely.
"How do you even know the magazine issue?"
"The autumn edition with Laina Del'Caselli is much better, the flowered dresses on the fifth page are the height of fashion"
I think it wasn't hard to figure out who the second sentence was from.
"You guys are a perverts," I said, this ti glaring at Terry as well.
""Thank you"" they said proudly, and I pald my face.
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-At Hogwarts-
"Hey Ethan!" soone called out to , and turning around I saw it was Harry.
"Hey" I said, but then I realized sothing, "Wait... Did you co from the train?" I asked.
"Yes" Ron replied confused.
"So you didn't spend Christmas here at Hogwarts?" I asked again.
"I was going to spend Christmas here, but Ron insisted I spend Christmas with your family." Harry replied, and Ron beside him was smiling happily as he nodded.
"Oh, and how was it?" I asked, turning and walking towards Terry and Anthony who were waiting for a little further down the corridor for us to go to the Great Hall, with Harry and Ron following .
"It was very fun and exciting!" Ron replied with a twinkling eye, "And now my chess win count against Harry is 76 to 0."
As soon as he said that, I turned to Harry with a pitying look, and he just nodded with a sad smile.
"Hey guys" Ron said as we got to Terry and Anthony.
"Hey" "How are you?"
"We're fine" Ron shrugged.
Terry then looked behind them and missing soone he turned to the boys questioningly.
"Where's Granger?" he asked.
"Oh well... Err... She said she wanted to talk to Professor McGonagall. Sothing about trying to find out her secret" Ron shrugged.
"It's probably sothing involving the classes," Harry said, and the boys nodded.
'Secret? What secret?' I wondered, but then I shrugged it off too.
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-With Professor McGonagall-
"Please teacher, tell who the author is" a brown haired girl said, or more accurately, begged.
"I already told you Miss Granger, I have no idea what you're talking about" Professor McGonagall said.
"I know you know," Hermione said.
"You don't know that I know" Professor McGonagall retorted.
"I know you know"
"No, you don't know"
"Yes I know"
"You don't know"
"I know"
"Miss Granger, shouldn't you be heading to the Great Hall to celebrate the New Year's Banquet with your friends?" Professor McGonagall asked, rubbing her temples.
"And shouldn't you also go to the banquet as a professor and Head of Gryffindor?" Hermione asked back with a raised eyebrow.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Touché"
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-Next day-
After morning classes, I was walking through the corridors heading towards the Great Hall when I saw Lockhart leaning against one of the corridor walls talking to three seventh years girls.
From what I could hear of the conversation, he was bragging about his conquests while he was flirting with them, and of the three girls, only one wasn't being fooled by his sweet words.
When the second lunch bell rang, Lockhart had to say good-bye to the three girls, and then he turned to leave, but not before flashing them a wink and giving them his signature annoying smile, making those two innocent or dumb girls sigh dreamily with silly smiles on their faces.
Lockhart started walking towards , and as soon as he passed , I discreetly pulled out my wand and cast a spell on his shoes, and in the next second his shoelaces ca to life and started attacking him.
Satisfied with my work, I turned to leave, only to find Professor Snape at the end of the corridor staring at .
Professor Snape then walked towards , ignoring the three girls who were looking at Lockhart in surprise and shock, and looking between and the bound and gagged Lockhart who was floundering on the floor, he let a small twitch appear on his lips, but I was wise to keep quiet.
Looking at one last ti, he walked past and continued forward, ignoring Lockhart on the floor, but with my enhanced hearing I could still hear him say "5 more points to Ravenclaw" very quietly.
Looking at Professor Snape's back as he disappeared down the corridors, I could only shrug.
'Apparently resentnt towards idiots makes people friendlier' I thought, also walking out of the corridor ignoring Lockhart.
End.
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(End AN: I've already finished watching the Harry Potter films a few days ago, and now I'm going to watch the three Fantastic Beasts films, thus completing all the HP Wizarding World films.
I'm still finishing reading the Prisoner of Azkaban book, and I'm also re-reading so parts of Chamber of Secrets.
And finally, I also watched the new Predator movie, Prey... and I liked it.)
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