Unveiling the Secrets of Magic
The days at Hogwarts flew by in a flurry of lessons, study sessions, and the occasional moment of respite in the common room. Ezekiel quickly found himself settling into a rhythm—wake up, attend classes, excel in them, and push himself harder.
His drive to succeed wasn't just for the sake of ambition. He had a legacy to uphold. The heir of House Malverne, the future Lord Ravenclaw, and a wizard determined to master his craft.
But while classes were demanding, it was the hidden knowledge of his lineage that kept Ez up at night.
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One evening, a notice appeared on the Ravenclaw bulletin board:
"Dueling Club: Open for all years. Hosted in the Great Hall. Join to test your skills and learn from seasoned duelists!"
Ez's eyes gleamed with interest. He had read about dueling, and though he had a strong foundation in magic, he had never faced an actual opponent in combat.
Finn, standing beside him, grinned. "This should be fun. I bet you'll wipe the floor with the first-years."
Ez smirked. "We'll see. Are you joining?"
"Of course! What better way to prove I'm the best?"
Elena, who overheard them, scoffed. "Dueling isn't about brute strength. It's about precision and strategy."
Ez chuckled. "Then I guess we'll all find out soon enough."
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That night, students gathered in the Great Hall, where the long dining tables had been replaced with an open space for dueling platforms. Professor Flitwick stood at the front, looking positively excited.
"Dueling is not simply about attacking but about control and defense. Today, we will have some friendly matches!"
Ez stood among the gathered students, observing the matches. Older students displayed skillful spells, but among the first-years, most duels were simple—Expelliarmus, Stupefy, Protego.
When Ez's name was called, he stepped forward. His opponent? Tobias Avery, a smug-looking Slytherin from a Sacred 28 family.
Avery sneered. "Malverne, huh? Let's see if your bloodline lives up to the name."
Ez raised his wand, calm but focused. "Let's begin."
Professor Flitwick raised his hand. "Begin!"
Avery struck first, flicking his wand aggressively. "Expelliarmus!"
Ez dodged, sidestepping effortlessly before countering with "Flipendo!" A pulse of force struck Avery, sending him stumbling back.
A murmur spread through the crowd.
Avery snarled. "You'll pay for that!" He cast "Incarcerous!" but Ez anticipated the move, swiftly countering with "Diffindo!", slicing through the conjured ropes before they could reach him.
Ez raised his wand. Time to end this.
"Expelliarmus!" His spell struck with perfect precision, sending Avery's wand flying into the air.
Professor Flitwick clapped. "Well done, Mr. Malverne! That was an impressive display of spellwork."
Finn whistled from the sidelines. "Didn't even break a sweat, did you?"
Ez smirked. "He left too many openings."
Elena adjusted her glasses. "You have a good sense for counters, but I'd work on your spell variety."
Ez nodded. He appreciated constructive criticism. He wasn't just here to win—he was here to improve.
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After the duel, Ez made his way back to the Ravenclaw common room. But instead of heading to bed, he walked toward the enchanted window, gazing at the moonlit sky.
His thoughts drifted back to something far more important than dueling—the inheritance test he had taken at Gringotts.
When he had received the Malverne heir ring, he had also undergone a lineage test, a procedure rarely performed unless a family suspected forgotten ancestry.
And that was when the truth was revealed.
His grandmother—his mother's mother—had been the last known descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw's bloodline. For generations, the title of Lord Ravenclaw had been lost, but because no one else had claimed it, Ez was recognized as the true heir.
He clenched his fist, feeling the weight of that knowledge. He wasn't just Ezekiel Malverne. He was the rightful Lord Ravenclaw.
But what did that truly mean? What had been lost to time?
He needed answers.
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Ez had already taken the first steps. During his visit to Gringotts, he had gained access to the long-forgotten Ravenclaw vault.
Inside, he had found books—ancient grimoires containing spells and magical theories not seen in modern wizarding curriculums.
Runes, enchantments, elemental magic… and something else.
A journal, belonging to Rowena Ravenclaw herself.
"Magic is not merely power—it is understanding. True wisdom lies in unlocking the hidden potential of one's soul."
Ez turned the pages, his mind racing. What secrets had Rowena left behind? What knowledge had been lost to time?
As he studied the faded ink, he knew one thing for certain—his journey was only beginning.
And he was determined to uncover the legacy that had been waiting for him.
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