Chapter 121: Harry Potter at Hogwarts
Recently, Alexander Smith felt that there was a strange atmosphere permeating the Ravenclaw dormitory.
First, there was tension between Ron and Neville. Ever since Neville publicly criticized the Chudley Cannons last weekend, the two of them hadn't spoken a word to each other.
Then there were the politically correct trio—Anthony Goldstein, Terry Boot, and Michael Corner—Jewish, Indian, and Black respectively. The three of them had become eerily inseparable, doing everything from studying to bathing together, as if they were glued at the hip.
Among the first-years in Ravenclaw, Harry Potter was undeniably the leader. He had defeated Voldemort as a baby, earned public praise from Professor Flitwick and their Head of House, expelled Peeves the poltergeist, and defeated Professor Quirrell. He had even received a rare private lecture from Dumbledore himself. Even Professor Snape had started treating him differently.
Anthony, who had been a prefect in the original timeline, began feeling threatened. He started imitating Hermione Granger's behavior—answering every question in class with fierce intensity. He still made mistakes and nearly lost house points several times, but even so, people no longer saw him merely as Harry Potter's dormmate.
Meanwhile, Harry ignored Anthony's passive-aggressive challenges, Ron was still locked in a silent feud with Neville, and the relationship between Harry and Draco Malfoy—strangely enough—had become... complicated.
Though no one would call them friends, whenever they met, Harry would wave and smile, and Malfoy would always nod in acknowledgment.
Their relationship had never been so oddly cordial before, and it left Alexander deeply disturbed.
And Alexander's bed was right next to Harry's. If Harry's orientation really had shifted, that would be quite awkward. Though Alexander wasn't afraid of being attacked, living next to someone who might view him as fair game made things uncomfortable.
What bothered him even more was that he had revealed a different side of himself to Harry—spinning a half-true, half-false tale involving himself and Hermione. He had fully expected Harry to beg him to include Ron.
Alexander had been prepared to say no—but Harry never even asked.
"I can't stay in this dorm anymore," Alexander groaned to himself.
Everyone else in the dormitory was still asleep. It was the quietest time of day. In his previous life, Alexander had never lived in a dorm; he had transmigrated before going to university. He never imagined he'd experience dorm life as an eleven-year-old.
"Damn it. Dorm life is not what I imagined," he muttered. "There's no eldest brother or second brother to lay down the rules. Just chaos."
His eyes drifted over to Ron's bed, which was now completely wrapped in orange bedding. Even the walls around it were covered in Chudley Cannons posters, showing a tiny animated player in orange robes (with a flying cannonball and a big black "C") scoring goals over and over.
"Visual pollution," Alexander muttered.
He turned to the window. His moonlight-colored eyes shifted into silver-white animal pupils. With enhanced vision, he spotted a Niffler licking dew off a two-eared grass blade. Behind it, an Acromantula was preparing to strike.
One thought was all it took—his gaze vaporized the Acromantula into ashes. The Niffler, unaware of the danger, happily continued drinking.
"Hagrid dotes on Aragog too much," Alexander thought. "Acromantulas are invasive species. Without the centaurs keeping them in check, the Forbidden Forest would be a mess."
The centaurs had always considered themselves guardians of the forest—and they had a point.
As he watched the forest, an owl swooped in with the Daily Prophet.
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Harry Potter at Hogwarts – Strange Orientation By Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent
> First of all, dear readers, I must apologize for the delay in releasing this article. Of course, it wasn't due to laziness—anyone who knows me knows I'm the fastest quill in Britain.
My previous report bravely revealed the true nature of Harry Potter's childhood and exposed the manipulations of Albus Dumbledore himself. But certain powerful figures tried to suppress my words.
But their interference only fueled my fire. And now, new evidence has come to light—shocking revelations that confirm what I've long suspected.
> Harry Potter is... different.
Or rather, he is a boy who suffers the same emotional turmoil all boys face during adolescence.
Raised in torment by Muggle relatives, young Harry thought he'd found peace at Hogwarts. But among his housemates, especially the fiercely loyal Ron Weasley, Harry faced new confusion.
Sources say Weasley, far from being satisfied with Harry's affection alone, has also been involved with Neville Longbottom. Neville even invited both families for a double date in Diagon Alley and gifted Ron a wand core-matched to his own—crafted from unicorn tail hair.
But the affair was exposed, and for the past week, Ron and Neville haven't spoken.
Meanwhile, a heartbroken Harry Potter began to explore his feelings. Draco Malfoy, who once scoffed at him, now declared: "I met Potter first—I should have been his friend!" Malfoy allegedly said this directly to Dudley Dursley, whose orientation was publicly revealed by the Sorting Hat.
> Observers say Potter and Malfoy exchanged heartfelt words in Monday's Herbology class, making an unspoken vow of eternal friendship—or more.
And while the Malfoy family's political affiliations remain mysterious, Draco's personal sincerity seems genuine—unlike the possibly manipulated Ron Weasley.
Perhaps Ron's affections truly lie with Neville Longbottom, but due to higher pressures, he could not resist playing both sides.
Mr. Longbottom, if you're reading this, please forgive Ron Weasley for his double life. After all, you share wand cores. That must mean something.
> Next week: My life may be in danger for revealing this—but the truth must be told.
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After reading the article, Alexander could only mutter, "Wow. That's Rita Skeeter, alright."
She only ever dared to target good people. Had it been someone like Fudge or Voldemort, she'd never write so boldly.
Even writing about Draco Malfoy was risky. But Lucius Malfoy wouldn't touch her. After all, she'd already baited the next issue's headline—and Dumbledore was still her shield.
Yes, things at Hogwarts were about to get even more interesting.
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