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"Fireworks?"

Hermione's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked out the window. The golden light cutting through the night sky left a dazzling trail of smoke. As the fireworks reached the dark clouds, they erupted in a burst of golden stars, brilliant and beautiful.

The initial golden display was followed by a cascade of colorful lights—purple, red, and gold—reflected on the black lake. The spectacle was a stunning gift for Valentine's Day, catching the attention of wizards across Hogwarts.

In her office, Professor McGonagall paused, her quill suspended mid-air. She looked up at the fireworks with a smile. "It's nice to be young..."

"Look, there are people setting off fireworks outside!" Ronald exclaimed, momentarily distracted from the pile of letters he and Harry were still answering.

"Don't get distracted yet," Harry said with a sigh, glancing at the stack of unfinished letters. "We still have dozens to go."

Despite the festive atmosphere, their task was far from over. Harry clenched his quill, thoughts of Malfoy fueling his frustration.

Meanwhile, Hermione leaned on Luke's arm, her gaze dreamy as she watched the fireworks. The colors, carefully crafted by the Weasley twins, transformed the dark night into a magical tapestry.

"Is this your idea of a surprise?" Hermione murmured, her eyes reflecting the vibrant display.

"Do you like it?" Luke asked, pleased with the result.

"I love it!" Hermione nodded enthusiastically, her brown curls swaying with her movements.

The Valentine's Day fireworks were sure to become a topic of conversation among the little wizards for days to come.

After Cedric found out that it was Fred and the others who had made the fireworks, he immediately ran over to the Gryffindor table.

"Help me customize a firework for Cho Chang. Price is no object!" Cedric said eagerly.

Fred, always happy to accept a Galleon, grinned. "Sure thing!"

For Fred and George, creating fireworks was just another day's work, and the chance to make a few extra Galleons was always welcome. It also provided a new business opportunity for their shop, Fairy Tail. Fred's eyes lit up at the thought.

Hermione and Luke were sitting nearby. Hermione couldn't help but smile at the thought of the fireworks from the previous night. What a wonderful Valentine's Day gift!

Luke, meanwhile, was absorbed in his own work, propping up his chin as he engraved runes onto a sheepskin cover. It was for Tom , who couldn't be left in the enchanted drawer all the time. Until a living sacrifice could be found, it was best to prepare a cover to disable the spell. Tom was simply too dangerous. Luke was curious to see what would happen when the young Tom encountered the older noseless version in the future—it should be quite interesting!

In Transfiguration class, as Luke entered the room holding the book, he immediately noticed the tabby cat lounging on the desk.

After nearly two years at the academy, all the second-year students were familiar with this cat.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall!" Luke greeted politely.

Professor McGonagall, having transformed back from her feline form, looked at him with interest. "The fireworks last night were quite impressive."

She had heard from her Gryffindor students about the display. Luke had to admit that, among all the students, he was perhaps the most imaginative and romantic.

"Perhaps you'll tire of those beautiful fireworks in the next few days," Luke said with a chuckle.

This morning alone, five or six senior wizards had approached Fred, requesting their own custom fireworks.

The nights at Hogwarts were set to be filled with fireworks for the next few days.

"Yes..." Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes, clearly understanding what Luke meant. It seemed there was a need to talk to Fred and the others.

"Miss Granger isn't with you?" Professor McGonagall turned to look behind her but couldn't find the usually inseparable little witch. "This is quite rare."

"She went to the bathroom, so I came early," Luke explained, holding two thick books.

"Your Transfiguration spell is very impressive," Professor McGonagall said suddenly as Luke prepared to return to his seat. "But you mustn't study Af*ck Gus on your own. It's still very dangerous."

In Professor McGonagall's opinion, this talented young wizard was more proficient in Transfiguration than some students about to graduate. Af*ck Gus, representing the highest achievement in Transfiguration, is notoriously difficult and dangerous.

"I don't want to see such a gifted student having an accident because of Af*ck Gus. Come to me in fourth grade if you wish to study it," McGonagall added with a serious expression.

"I understand, Professor," Luke replied with a smile, appreciating McGonagall's concern.

As for Af*ck Gus... Luke thought for a moment. 

"What are you thinking about so intently?" A pair of small white hands waved in front of him.

"Thinking—" Luke began, but before he could continue, Hermione pinched his face with her cold little hands.

"Don't tell me you miss me!"

"You always say that," Hermione said, looking at him with a teasing smile.

"No, I was just thinking that the two of us might be separated for a while during the holidays," Luke said, shaking his head and looking into Hermione's eyes.

After all, he had many plans for the holiday: reviving Tom Riddle, practicing Af*ck Gus, and dealing with the expired lease on the potions shop, which he was interested in buying.

"Vacation?" Hermione asked, surprised.