The news of Harry Weasley’s enchanted apartment spread like wildfire throughout Hogwarts. Whispers filled the hallways, and students from every house specuted about the magical marvels hidden inside the Slytherin dungeon. For many, it had become the stuff of legend—an impossible feat for a first-year student.
By the time Harry arrived at his Charms css, he could already feel the stares of his cssmates drilling into his back. Even students from other houses seemed to sneak gnces at him. Bise and Daphne, who were seated next to him, exchanged amused looks as they noticed how Harry tried to keep his head down and avoid the attention.
Professor Flitwick, however, seemed utterly unfazed by the spectacle Harry had unknowingly created. Instead, he looked positively delighted as he hopped onto his stack of books to address the css.
“Mr. Weasley!” Flitwick began cheerfully, his eyes twinkling.
Harry, who had been flipping through his textbook, looked up. “Yes, Professor?”
“I must say, your talents have been the subject of much admiration—and curiosity—among the staff and students alike.”
Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the entire css leaned in, clearly eager to hear what Flitwick had to say next.
“In light of your… impressive achievements,” Flitwick continued, “I would like to make a small request.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “What kind of request?”
“Well,” Flitwick said, csping his hands together, “I was wondering if you would be willing to allow my O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. students to visit your quarters as part of an advanced Charms study tour.”
The cssroom erupted into whispers as everyone turned to stare at Harry, waiting for his response.
Harry blinked. “You mean you want to bring older students to my room?”
Flitwick nodded enthusiastically. “Your enchantments, spatial expansions, and warding systems are truly extraordinary, Mr. Weasley! They would make for an excellent teaching example—something most students only encounter in theoretical studies. Seeing such magic in practice would be an invaluable experience for them.”
Harry hesitated. The idea of strangers poking around his personal space didn’t sit well with him, but the hopeful look in Flitwick’s eyes and the prospect of more house points swayed him.
“Alright,” Harry said reluctantly. “But only under supervision.”
Flitwick cpped his hands. “Wonderful! Ten points to Slytherin for your cooperation.”
By lunchtime, the announcement of the study tour had spread across Hogwarts. Older students who had barely noticed Harry before were now eyeing him with curiosity and, in some cases, envy.
Fred and George cornered Harry in the Great Hall.
“We knew you’d be famous, Harry,” Fred said with a grin.
“But we didn’t think it’d be because you built a pace under the castle,” George added.
“It’s not a pace,” Harry muttered, stabbing at his potatoes.
“That’s not what everyone’s saying,” Fred teased.
Ron, seated across from them, looked torn between pride and disbelief. “You’re actually letting them tour your pce?”
“Professor Flitwick practically begged me,” Harry replied. “What was I supposed to say? No?”
“Absolutely,” Ron said. “You’re braver than I thought. I wouldn’t let anyone near my room if I had one like that.”
Hermione, who had joined them, chimed in. “I think it’s brilliant, Harry! The older students can learn so much from what you’ve done. It’s very generous of you to share.”
Harry groaned. “It’s not generous. I’m just trying to survive without getting hexed by everyone who’s curious about it.”
The day of the tour arrived faster than Harry expected. Flitwick showed up with his advanced Charms students, and Harry immediately regretted his decision.
They marveled at the enrged space, poked at the enchanted wards, and fired endless questions at Harry about his methods.
“How did you create the transparent wall?”
“Did you build the expansions before or after warding?”
“What kind of runes did you use for stabilization?”
Harry answered as vaguely as he could without giving away too many secrets. He described some of the spells and materials but avoided talking about the years of practice he had spent in the Weasley Cave system or Bill’s early guidance.
Daphne and Bise stood nearby, watching the chaos unfold with amusement.
“I didn’t sign up for this,” Harry muttered to Bise as yet another seventh-year grilled him about structural stabilization charms.
Bise smirked. “You brought this on yourself.”
When the tour finally ended, Flitwick stayed behind to thank Harry personally.
“You’ve done a great service to Hogwarts, Mr. Weasley,” Flitwick said. “I expect many students will be inspired by your work.”
Harry forced a smile. “Thank you, Professor.”
“Oh, and another twenty points to Slytherin for your patience and cooperation today.”
Once Flitwick left, Harry colpsed onto the sofa.
“Never again,” he said firmly.
Daphne patted him on the shoulder. “Oh, come on. You’re a celebrity now.”
Bise grinned. “And Slytherin is well on its way to winning the House Cup, thanks to you.”
Harry groaned, burying his face in a cushion. “I just wanted a quiet year at Hogwarts.”
Daphne smirked. “Too te for that, Harry. Too te.”
The whispers about Harry’s enchanted room hadn’t died down. In fact, they had only grown louder after the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. students returned from their study tour, raving about the magical expansions, transparent walls, and warding spells Harry had mastered.
But even with all the attention, Harry still missed having moments of peace with his family and Hermione. As much as he enjoyed Daphne and Bise’s company, they weren’t his brothers—or Hermione, for that matter.
One evening, after finishing his assignments, Harry sat by the gss wall, staring out at the ke’s depths, watching shadows of creatures move through the water. He couldn’t shake the longing for the simplicity of his old life at the Burrow.
The next day, after dinner, Harry quietly pulled Fred and George aside as they left the Great Hall.
“Meet me outside the Slytherin common room after curfew,” he whispered.
Fred raised an eyebrow. “Are we breaking rules already?”
George grinned. “We’re proud of you, Harry. Finally acting like a proper Weasley.”
“It’s not about breaking rules. Just be there,” Harry said, and hurried away before they could ask more questions.
Later that night, Harry waited near the Slytherin entrance, hidden by shadows. When Fred, George, and Ron arrived—along with Hermione, who insisted on coming—he ushered them in quickly.
“How are we even getting inside?” Ron whispered nervously. “It’s the Slytherin common room.”
Harry smirked. “You forget whose room we’re going to.”
With a tap of his wand and a murmured spell, the wards shimmered and parted just enough for them to pass through. Hermione gasped as they stepped into the room.
“Is this really your room?” Fred asked, looking around the massive, magically expanded space.
Ron’s jaw dropped. “This is bigger than our old house!”
George walked straight toward the gss wall and froze as the light from the ke outside lit up his face. “Bloody hell,” he said. “You’re living under the ke?”
Hermione spun in circles, taking in every detail. “Harry, this is incredible! How did you even do all of this?”
Harry shrugged, though he couldn’t hide his smile. “Lots of practice.”
Fred and George immediately started exploring, opening doors and peering into the smaller rooms Harry had added. Hermione, however, zeroed in on the bookshelves.
“These books!” she squealed. “Some of these are advanced Arithmancy texts. Where did you even get these?”
“Around,” Harry said vaguely.
Ron, meanwhile, flopped onto the sofa. “You’re living the dream, mate,” he said with a sigh. “I can’t believe you get to sleep in here every night.”
After they finished looking around, Harry sat them down.
“Listen,” he said. “You can’t tell anyone that I let you in my common room. Not even the other Gryffindors.”
Fred and George exchanged looks. “You’re trusting us not to talk?” Fred asked.
“Of course,” Harry said. “Because if you do, I’ll make sure that the whole dungeon is warded against you specifically. And you know I can do it.”
George raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Lips sealed.”
Ron nodded. “You can count on us.”
Hermione leaned forward. “I wouldn’t tell anyone, but you really should think about keeping this pce more secure. What if someone does figure out how to break in?”
Harry smiled. “Already thought of that. No one’s getting in unless I allow it.”j
Professor Kettleburn, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, was not someone Harry interacted with much during his first year, but that changed one morning when the eccentric professor cornered him outside the Great Hall.
“Mr. Weasley! A word, if you please!” Professor Kettleburn called, hobbling toward him with his wooden leg clunking against the stone floor.
Harry, who had just finished breakfast and was about to head to the library, stopped. “Good morning, Professor,” he greeted, though he already had a bad feeling about the sudden attention.
“Splendid morning, yes! Now, I’ll get straight to the point.” Kettleburn adjusted his patched robe and leaned in conspiratorially. “I need your help, Mr. Weasley. Or rather, your room’s help.”
Harry blinked. “My room?”
“Yes, yes! Your enchanted window into the Great Lake!” Kettleburn said excitedly, waving his hands. “The view is unparalleled, and I believe it provides a safe and controlled environment to introduce students to aquatic magical creatures!”
Harry frowned. “You want to use my room for a css?”
“Oh, not just for one css—an exhibition!” Kettleburn crified, his eyes shining. “One day, open to all Hogwarts students. Imagine the possibilities—Grindylows, merpeople, water serpents—students will be able to observe them without any real danger!”
Harry hesitated. The idea of letting the entire school into his private sanctuary didn’t sit well with him. But as he looked at the hopeful, pleading expression on Kettleburn’s face, he found it hard to refuse outright.
Later that evening, Harry gathered Daphne and Bise in his room to discuss Kettleburn’s request.
“I don’t like it,” Daphne said firmly, folding her arms. “You built this space for yourself, Harry—not to turn it into a bloody zoo.”
Bise leaned back on the sofa. “I agree with Daphne, but…” He trailed off, smirking.
“But what?” Harry asked.
“But you might actually enjoy showing off what you’ve built,” Bise said. “Not to mention the points we’ll rake in.”
Harry groaned. “Not everything’s about house points.”
“It should be,” Daphne countered. “We’re Slytherins.”
After much back and forth, they finally settled on a compromise. Harry would allow Kettleburn to use the room for one day—no extensions, no repeats. And Harry would be present at all times to ensure nothing went wrong.
The next morning at breakfast, Professor Dumbledore stood up to make the announcement.
“Students of Hogwarts,” he began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the Great Hall, “it is with great excitement that I announce a special exhibition this Saturday in the Slytherin dungeons. Thanks to the remarkable work of Mr. Harry Weasley, we now have a viewing chamber offering a safe glimpse into the depths of the Great Lake.”
Gasps and whispers filled the hall, with students craning their necks to look at Harry.
“Professor Kettleburn will guide the exhibition, and students will have the rare opportunity to observe magical aquatic creatures up close—Grindylows, merpeople, and perhaps even the Giant Squid.”
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled as they nded on Harry. “Let us all extend our gratitude to Mr. Weasley for making this possible.”
The hall erupted into appuse, and Harry felt his cheeks heat up as he tried not to look embarrassed.
On Saturday, Harry’s room was transformed into a cssroom-like space. Professor Kettleburn arrived early, bringing enchanted markers to bel the creatures visible through the gss wall.
By mid-morning, students from every house began pouring in, eager to see the aquatic life.
“Look, there’s a Grindylow!” a Gryffindor girl shrieked as the spindly-limbed creature swam past.
“Are those merpeople?” Neville Longbottom asked nervously, pointing at a group of figures swimming in the distance.
The Giant Squid even made an appearance, zily drifting by and pressing its tentacles against the gss, much to the students’ delight.
Hermione stood beside Harry, rattling off facts about each creature to anyone who would listen, while Ron couldn’t stop grinning as he pointed out the squid to his friends.
Even the professors seemed captivated.
“Absolutely fascinating!” Professor Flitwick excimed as he jotted down notes.
“This is truly a marvel,” McGonagall said, giving Harry a rare smile of approval.
Snape, as usual, said nothing, but Harry caught a flicker of interest in his eyes as he observed the warding runes lining the walls.
By the time the exhibition ended, Harry was exhausted but pleased.
Kettleburn shook his hand enthusiastically. “You’ve done Hogwarts a great service, Mr. Weasley! I cannot thank you enough.”
Dumbledore added, “An additional thirty points to Slytherin for your generosity and creativity, Harry.”
As the st students left, Daphne flopped onto the sofa.
“I hate to admit it,” she said, “but that was actually kind of fun.”
Bise grinned. “And Slytherin’s practically guaranteed the House Cup now.”
Harry smiled as he sank into a chair, gazing out at the now-quiet ke.
“This wasn’t too bad,” he admitted. “But next time, no exhibitions.”
Daphne and Bise exchanged looks but said nothing, leaving Harry to enjoy the rare peace his enchanted sanctuary provided.
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