October swept into Hogwarts, bringing a chill that seeped into every corner of the castle. While the true culprit behind the Chamber of Secrets incident hadn't struck again, a nasty flu had taken down students and staff alike. The hospital wing was packed around the clock.
This made it much easier for Leon to slip in and extend the petrification spells on Mrs. Norris and Scabbers. Madam Pomfrey's special Pepperup Potion worked wonders on the flu, clearing it up almost instantly. The only catch? For a few hours after drinking it, white smoke would pour out of your ears.
Leon saw an opportunity. Teaming up with the Weasley twins, he spent a night handcrafting a quirky little whistle. Marketed to students with steaming ears, one blow produced the exact sound of the Hogwarts Express—complete with a "toot-toot-toot!" It gave off a bizarre, train-cosplay vibe, puffing smoke while mimicking the locomotive. It was the perfect mix of silly fun and optimistic defiance in the face of illness, whether you used it to mess with friends or just goof around.
The whistles sold out in less than a day.
Leon's little side hustle with Fred and George was steadily gaining traction. The twins were still building their prank-making skills, and Leon kept his contributions subtle, mostly tossing out ideas for now. Fred and George had shifted their focus from running errands for pocket money to studying and inventing. Their pile of half-baked gadgets was growing, but the train whistles weren't their only hit.
Their top seller? Custom Harry Potter-style glasses for their prank club members. Every young witch and wizard thought green eyes and a lightning scar were the height of cool. Across Hogwarts, only Harry himself and Draco Malfoy couldn't fathom what was so great about it.
By Friday night, the first issue of Harry Potter Monthly was hot off the press, set to go on sale the following Monday. Official club members could grab a free copy at Sunday's event. Leon, flush with cash, splashed out on a week's worth of front-page ads in the Daily Prophet to hype the magazine.
Saturday breakfast was chaos—owls carrying subscription payments swarmed half the Gryffindor table. With a grand wave, Leon covered the cost of a lavish French feast in the Gryffindor common room to make up for the disrupted meal, earning cheers of "Boss, you're the best!" "So generous!" and "May your vaults overflow!"
While Leon's crew busied themselves sorting letters, collecting coins, and logging names and addresses, Leon huddled with Fred and George to scout a test subject for their latest creation. They set up their experiment at the Hufflepuff table, lying in wait.
George, a bit nervous, whispered to Leon, "You're sure that glow powder's non-toxic, right?"
Leon nodded enthusiastically. "You saw the label on the bag—edible glow powder. Won't kill anyone." With a wizard's constitution, even if it was toxic, the dose was too small to do any harm.
Fred scratched his chin. "We've never used Muggle… uh, industrial stuff before, right? That's the word, yeah?"
Leon opened his mouth to point out that the Weasleys' flying car was a Muggle industrial product, but their chosen test subject appeared.
Draco Malfoy, looking dour, slunk into the Great Hall with his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Though students didn't dare mock him openly, they gave him a wide berth. Most just watched the drama unfold, not bothering to analyze it like Harry, Hermione, and Ron. To them, Malfoy was caught red-handed at the petrified cat-and-rat scene, with Peeves pointing the finger and evidence stacked against him. He'd only escaped punishment because no animals died, the incident was deemed minor, and his father's influence as a school governor kept him untouchable. To regular students, crossing a privileged Slytherin like Malfoy—who could get away with anything—was a bad idea. Best to steer clear.
Lately, wherever Malfoy went, he cleared the area like a human Repelling Charm. Even his Slytherin lackey Pansy Parkinson had found excuses to keep her distance. Only Crabbe and Goyle, blissfully oblivious, stuck by him loyally.
As Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table, the ten seats around him emptied instantly. His pale face darkened with frustration. Crabbe and Goyle, unaware of the social exile, focused solely on the food. Two tempting desserts sat right in front of them. Without hesitation, they grabbed them, stuffed them in their mouths, and chewed.
Just as they swallowed and reached for more, their teeth erupted in a blinding glow, as if they'd unleashed ten thousand Lumos charms at once. The light was so intense it nearly seared Malfoy's eyes from across the table.
"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!" Malfoy yelped, shielding his face and ducking under the table.
Crabbe and Goyle, dazed by the sudden radiance, forgot to close their mouths. Fortunately, the glow faded as quickly as it came. When they finally shut their jaws, their teeth gleamed with a sparkling, almost blinding luminescence.
Leon, Fred, and George were doubled over, laughing so hard they could barely stand. Slytherins and Hufflepuffs stifled giggles behind their hands, while the few Gryffindors in the hall rushed over to gawk. Colin, ever the dedicated photographer, snapped shots of the glowing-teeth spectacle.
Seeing the crowd, Fred seized the moment. He leapt up, holding a round piece of candy aloft and shouting, "Lumos Tooth Marshmallows! The latest from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! One bite gives you Lockhart-level dazzling teeth for a full hour! Only seven Sickles each—get yours now!"
The crowd surged, waving coin pouches and nearly burying Fred in their frenzy. The Lumos Tooth Marshmallows sold like hotcakes. By the end of the day, you couldn't walk through Hogwarts without spotting a kid flashing glowing teeth. At night, it was pure chaos—every dark corner hid a student waiting to jump out with a grin full of sparkling chompers, startling passersby. The castle's nighttime prowlers multiplied, with students sneaking out just to pull glowing-tooth pranks.
It was absurd.
Late Saturday night, Leon headed to the kitchens for a midnight snack. Along the way, he dodged at least five or six sets of glowing teeth floating in the air—equal parts creepy and hilarious. With so many prank-happy students roaming, even the castle's ghosts were lying low. At Hogwarts, ghosts scaring people wasn't much of a fright, but people scaring ghosts? That was terrifyingly effective.
After eating his fill in the kitchens and leaving two new recipe books for the house-elves, Leon slipped into an empty bathroom to summon Kreacher, who whisked him back to the Chamber of Secrets. His first stunt had been sloppy, nearly getting him caught, and he suspected Dumbledore might be keeping an eye on him. Now, he was far more cautious, making his nighttime excursions seamless and inconspicuous. He wasn't sure if the Headmaster could monitor the entire castle, but the bathroom felt like a safe bet.
If it wasn't, well… that'd be a problem.
Back in the Chamber, Leon eyed the new Basilisk—formerly Peeves—slithering chaotically around the room. A wicked grin spread across his face. Tonight, he'd tackle the hidden issue with his right arm's bone.
Time for the little serpent to make itself useful.
Heh heh heh heh…
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