10 The First Day: Between Jokes and Spells

"The First Day: Between Jokes and Spells"

After Dinner

After stuffing themselves to the brim, everyone was sent to their dormitories by their prefects. In Gryffindor's case, it was one of the older Weasley brothers, Charlie, who led them. As they walked, Charlie explained everything they needed to keep in mind, while the twins tried to annoy him from both sides. As a good older brother who knew his younger siblings well, Charlie ignored them.

"The password," requested the Fat Lady in the painting.

"Lionheart," Charlie replied. As he said the correct password and the door opened, he explained that everyone had to remember it, or they would have to sleep outside until someone let them in.

"Looks like we're together!" "Great!" the twins said, quickly choosing their beds and jumping onto them.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Lee Jordan," introduced another boy who had entered with them.

"Hi, Jordan. I'm Stephen Flamel, nice to meet you."

"Hi, I'm Fred, and he's George." "No, he's George, and I'm Fred," said the twins, looking at Jordan with confusion.

Stephen went to settle into his bed, thinking about what the year had in store for him.

The First Day of Classes

The next day, the first day of classes finally arrived, starting with Professor McGonagall and later Professor Flitwick. As always, Stephen woke up early and went to train. Not caring about the location, he began exercising in the courtyard, drawing the attention of everyone passing by. His movements and techniques were so precise that some wondered if, in a duel, he could dodge spells as easily as he seemed to move.

When the time for the first class with Professor McGonagall approached, Stephen quickly cleaned himself with a few spells and got ready. Before leaving, he tossed a pillow at the twins to wake them up.

Upon entering the classroom, the first thing that caught his attention was a tabby cat, which Stephen immediately recognized. With a mischievous smile, he pulled out what he had prepared for this moment and approached the cat.

"Hello, kitty. What are you doing here? Psh, psh, look what I have—you'll like it."

The cat tried to ignore the student, but its attention was drawn to what Stephen pulled from his pocket: catnip. Stephen's sinister grin grew wider, and before the cat could escape, he tossed the catnip right where it was sitting.

"I found it while training in the courtyard," Stephen lied, though it was obvious that this type of herb didn't grow at Hogwarts—and if it did, Filch would surely collect it all for his cat.

Although McGonagall tried to resist her instincts, it became too difficult to endure. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and threw herself onto the desk, rubbing against the catnip. She continued until the arrival of the mischievous twins snapped her out of it, causing her to transform back into her human form.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, it was you. I didn't know, I'm sorry," Stephen said with a big smile, which the professor didn't believe for a second. But without proof, she had to endure it.

"That's fine, Mr. Flamel. Take your seat. You too, Mr. Weasleys," the professor said, frowning at them while the twins, having learned what had happened from Lee Jordan, struggled to contain their laughter.

"All right, students, pay attention. The subject of Transfiguration is one of the most dangerous if not handled with control," McGonagall explained while transfiguring the desk into a large red pig, then into a giant dog, and finally back to its original form.

"But today, we will start with something simpler: transforming a matchstick into a needle. Hand out the matchsticks, please," she said while writing a detailed explanation of the spell on the board.

While everyone tried to change their matchstick, Stephen observed the others, noticing how they forced their wands as if transfiguration required physical strength. He smiled, amused.

"Mr. Flamel, stop observing your classmates and demonstrate how you transform your matchstick," the professor commented after watching Stephen for several minutes, simply smiling and teasing his seatmate, Lee Jordan, who was struggling with the transformation.

"Mm, okay. Fuuu," Stephen gently blew on the matchstick, which twisted several times before transforming into a small needle with delicate engravings, demonstrating his control as if he were simply blowing out a candle.

Professor McGonagall and the Gryffindor students were stunned, while the Slytherins, after a moment of shock, began glaring at Stephen with hatred—a student from another house showing superior skills was unacceptable.

"Mm, haha, why so surprised?" Stephen teased, amused by his classmates' expressions.

"No wand, no incantation, just blowing," McGonagall murmured, struggling to process what she had just witnessed. But she quickly composed herself, proving why she was one of Hogwarts' most experienced professors.

"Magnificent work, Mr. Flamel. Ten points to Gryffindor. If you don't mind, I'd like to keep your needle," she said, slowly taking the needle and placing it on her desk.

"Wow, how did you do that, Stephen?" exclaimed Lee Jordan, and the Weasley twins also approached, asking him to teach them. Stephen gladly agreed, even helping other Gryffindor classmates, earning five more points for his house and more glares from the Slytherins.

After class, they had a break before Professor Flitwick's lesson. This time, they shared the class with the Hufflepuffs, and once again, Stephen stood out, showcasing his mastery of the Levitation Charm by moving his finger at lightning speed, surprising Professor Flitwick, who nearly fell off the books he used as a platform. He earned another fifteen points for Gryffindor.

The week went by like this, with Stephen earning points left and right, astonishing professors and classmates, gaining admiration from many and hatred from a few. Until the day everyone had been waiting for finally arrived—especially the Slytherins: Potions class with Professor Severus Snape.

Everyone, but especially the Slytherins, eagerly awaited their house head to put the blonde prince they despised in his place.

Stephen, for his part, also looked forward to the class, but for different reasons. Although he liked Professor Snape, knowing he had given his life for the future of magic, he couldn't help but enjoy teasing people with stoic faces. Every time he remembered Strange burning Mordo's hair, he couldn't help but laugh.

So if Snape was going to be his "Mordo," he had to plan a prank—but looking at his greasy hair, Stephen knew he didn't want to earn his hatred, but rather the opposite.

What could be harder than making the person who hates everyone smile? Stephen was dying to see everyone's shocked faces when he managed to get Severus Snape to show a smile. And that might be even harder than facing Wanda in her multiversal form.

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