Harry potter part 3

The inevitable happened. With a deafening bang, Bakugo's cauldron erupted in a shower of green goo. Izuku, quick on his feet, shielded Ochaco from the worst of the blast. Shoto, with a flick of his wand, conjured a sheet of ice to protect himself and Tenya. Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Five points from Slytherin, Bakugo. And detention. Again."

Lunch was a welcome reprieve. The Great Hall buzzed with gossip about the Potions disaster. "Did you see Bakugo's face?" Ochaco giggled, spreading jam on her bread. "He looked like he was going to actually eat the cauldron."

"He's always like that," Shoto said flatly, staring at his plate. "Always charging headfirst without thinking."

"I wish he would consider the consequences of his actions," Tenya said, chopping his carrots with excessive force.

Afternoon classes passed in a blur of Herbology and History of Magic. Izuku, fascinated by the intricate properties of magical plants, thrived in Herbology. Shoto, with his inherent connection to nature, found a quiet satisfaction in nurturing the delicate seedlings. Tenya, of course, memorized the entire textbook on Herbology.

History of Magic, however, was a collective torture session. Professor Binns, a ghost who had failed to notice his own death, droned on about goblin rebellions and the Statute of Secrecy in a voice so monotonous it could lull a dragon to sleep. Izuku, despite his best efforts, found his eyelids drooping. Shoto simply stared blankly ahead, his mind a million miles away. Even Tenya, usually so attentive, struggled to stay awake.

As the day drew to a close, the Gryffindor students trudged back to their common room, exhausted but strangely invigorated. "What a day," Ochaco sighed, collapsing onto a plush armchair.

"Tell me about it," Izuku replied, rubbing his tired eyes. "But at least we survived Potions."

Shoto, sitting by the fire, said quietly, "Tomorrow will probably be worse."

Tenya, ever the optimist, straightened his tie. "Nonsense! We will approach each day with diligence and determination! We are Gryffindors, after all!"

As the fire crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows on the walls, the Gryffindor students settled into their familiar routine. Izuku pulled out his textbooks, determined to master every spell. Shoto stared into the flames, his expression unreadable. Tenya continued to lecture on the importance of proper conduct. Ochaco just sighed happily and Tsuyu croaked softly before they all fell silent.

The magical world was strange, chaotic, and often terrifying. But as they huddled together in the Gryffindor common room, they knew they weren't alone. They had each other. And that, perhaps, was the most powerful magic of all.