"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 162: The Rogue Bludger
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, it's an exceptionally powerful Memory Charm—even I find myself at a loss."
Wyzett asked, "What about Professor Lockhart? He's supposed to be quite adept at Memory Charms. Shouldn't he be able to break these spells?"
"Perhaps, for certain reasons, he's unable—or unwilling—to offer his help." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth lifted, his smile tinged with a hint of deeper meaning.
"Is that so?" Wyzett frowned slightly, beginning to understand the subtext behind Dumbledore's words.
Lockhart's misgivings... The things in his books... Piece by piece, all the mysteries surrounding Lockhart began to fall into place.
"I suppose I still need more practice," Wyzett murmured. "I've only just found a small trick. More experience is the only way to improve my success rate."
Dumbledore waved a hand. "No rush! I'm not the least bit anxious... It will take time to track them down anyway."
He popped a Cockroach Cluster into his mouth. "Let's deal with the basilisk threat first, then worry about the rest."
...
With all of Dumbledore's suggested improvements implemented, the next step was clear: produce more amethyst magical devices and install them at key locations throughout the castle.
Under Dumbledore's guidance, Wyzett completed even more detailed blueprints for the devices.
Dumbledore also suggested they give the magical device a proper name.
Naming things had never been Wyzett's strong suit. Borrowing a page from the M.S.C. Club's style and combining the device's two main features—Parseltongue and early warning—he settled on the name Serpentsong Whistle.
He handed the blueprints for the Serpentsong Whistle to Fred and George, tasking them with crafting the bases that would hold the amethyst crystals.
Dumbledore even secured a grant of Galleons for the club's operation.
The chance to create magical devices—and earn some legitimate income—only made Fred and George more enthusiastic. But making the bases was no easy feat; with the curfew still in effect, the twins simply brought snacks and camped out in the corridors after class, not returning to the common room until the next day.
Wyzett kept busy as well. There was still plenty of magic to research, and the library's Restricted Section beckoned.
To ensure the Serpentsong Whistle worked flawlessly, he also squeezed in time to study the Marauder's Map.
No new attacks had occurred in the castle. Talk of the Chamber and the Heir had all but disappeared, and daily life was returning to normal.
In these relatively peaceful days, even Percy catching Ron in the girls' lavatory became prime gossip for Fred and George.
Wyzett only heard about this rather ridiculous episode from them.
Knowing Ron, Wyzett suspected it was a group effort by Harry and his friends—something that required a trip to the girls' bathroom. It was just Percy's bad luck to stumble upon his brother's odd behavior.
While carving runes, Fred and George would suddenly burst out laughing, shaking their heads. "Our Ronnie's all grown up—already sneaking into the girls' loo!"
...
Before anyone realized it, November was halfway through, which meant Quidditch season was about to begin.
It was the classic Gryffindor versus Slytherin opener. Students had stopped discussing the Chamber and the Heir, and were now busy making predictions for the first match.
Word had already spread that Slytherin's team had brand-new brooms, and everyone was eager to catch a glimpse of the Nimbus 2001s in action.
The weather on match day was less than ideal. The sun peeked out, but the air was thick with humidity and heat. With the clouds gathering, rain during the match seemed almost inevitable.
Wyzett glanced out the window at the gloomy sky, then climbed the spiral staircase, walked through the corridors, and entered the headmaster's office.
"Expecto Patronum!"
He raised his wand, tracing a circle toward Fawkes the phoenix.
Casting the Patronus Charm to soothe Fawkes had become a ritual every time he visited the headmaster's office.
Maintaining the charm, he placed a small box on the desk. "Headmaster Dumbledore, here are the latest Serpentsong Whistles."
"I ran into Hagrid a couple of days ago—he mentioned something odd. The chicken coop seems to have been attacked by some wild beast. Quite a few chickens were killed."
Dumbledore stroked his beard. "You think... this might be connected to the basilisk? Gathering strength for another attack?"
"Better safe than sorry," Wyzett nodded. "Things have been far too quiet lately—just like this weather..."
"Best to be prepared," Dumbledore agreed. "If anything unusual happens, notify me immediately with the bookmark."
After officially naming the amethyst device the Serpentsong Whistle, Dumbledore gave Wyzett a small magical bookmark. Anything written on it would instantly alert Dumbledore, allowing him to act quickly and, hopefully, catch the serpent before disaster struck.
Wyzett had kept the bookmark at hand, but with the castle so peaceful, he hadn't needed to use it.
"I'll keep an eye out," Wyzett promised. "It's nearly time for the match... Headmaster, I'll be off now."
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Near eleven o'clock, under Flitwick's direction, the Ravenclaws hurried down the moving staircases, out the oak doors, and into the grounds.
The other three houses were much the same—students pouring out of the castle like a flood, all headed for the Quidditch pitch.
Luna was more animated than usual. Even though she'd been to the pitch many times during Wyzett's training, her eyes still sparkled with unending curiosity, taking in every detail.
After a while, she reached a conclusion. "Most of the Wrackspurts have flown away, but they haven't gone far... they're all hanging up in the sky."
Wyzett glanced at the leaden clouds. "Once this rain's over, maybe even more of them will leave."
He led Luna up to the stands. With Madam Hooch's whistle, the match finally began.
Just as Fred and George had promised, the Nimbus 2001s were blazingly fast.
When the Slytherin players soared through the air, you could hear a faint "whoosh"—like jet engines.
Gryffindor barely stood a chance. Slytherin scored the opening ten points with ease.
As a Chaser, Wyzett kept an eye not just on the Quaffle, but also on the Bludgers.
He quickly noticed something odd: one Bludger was behaving strangely. Instead of targeting the lower-flying Chasers, it relentlessly pursued the Seeker high above.
Even when Fred and George managed to bat it away, the Bludger would climb right back up, zeroing in again on Gryffindor's Seeker—Harry Potter.
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