Without sparing even a moment to mourn Harry's injury, the first to rush onto the field was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart.
"Don't worry, Harry!" Lockhart shouted loudly to the anxious crowd of students. "I'm about to fix your arm!"
"No! Please—just leave it like this…" Harry tried to stop him.
"Lie still, Harry," Lockhart said soothingly, flashing a reassuring smile. "It's a simple spell. I've used it countless times. No one understands healing arms better than I do."
As he spoke, he rolled up his emerald-green sleeves.
"Everyone stand back!"
"No—don't—!"
Harry pleaded weakly. By now, he fully understood Lockhart's actual skill level.
Fortunately, Lord Lewis was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see his friend suffer unnecessarily.
He quietly cast Counterspell.
So the moment Lockhart dramatically twirled his wand and finished the incantation—
He promptly collapsed face-first onto the ground in an extremely undignified manner.
The fall left him in a sorry state, his once spotless robes now covered in grass and dirt.
But he had no time to worry about appearances.
Because—
He suddenly realized he couldn't feel his right leg.
Looking down in horror, he discovered that his leg had become like a limp sack of flesh.
His magic had gone wrong.
Instead of fixing Harry's bones—
He had removed all the bones from his own leg.
A collective gasp swept through the students.
Harry, on the other hand, felt an overwhelming sense of relief at his narrow escape.
Meanwhile, Colin Creevey enthusiastically snapped photos of Lockhart.
Originally, he had only wanted pictures of Harry.
Now he had something far more… memorable.
"Professor Lockhart has been hit by his own spell! Quick—get them to Madam Pomfrey!"
Lewis loudly took charge, neatly sealing the narrative.
And so—
Lockhart became the one who had to drink a full bottle of Skele-Gro, spending the entire night immobilized in the hospital wing.
But the next day, shocking news spread.
Colin Creevey had been attacked.
He was petrified.
"I heard he went to visit Professor Lockhart," Cho Chang shared during breakfast, "and brought him get-well letters from classmates."
She lowered her voice slightly.
"They say he was holding his camera when it happened. Maybe he captured the attacker?"
Poor kid.
Whether in the original story or now, idolizing the wrong person always brought trouble.
"I heard from some older students," Hermione added, "that Slytherin built a secret chamber in the castle. When the true Heir arrives, they'll open it and release something inside—to purge the school of those unworthy of magic."
Her eyes dimmed slightly.
Clearly, she was thinking about her Muggle-born identity again.
Lewis understood.
Without a word, he slipped a small amulet into her hand.
The amulet contained four embedded spells:
Detect Hostility – warns of danger before an attack3rd-tier Protection from Evil – enhanced to repel dark creatures like the basiliskMessage – automatically alerts Lewis if the wearer is attackedTeleport Rune – allows Lewis to instantly arrive at the scene
Aside from the teleport rune, none of the spells were especially advanced, and even that one was single-use.
So mass production was easy.
Even so, Lewis made them beautifully.
He modeled them after ancient magic aesthetics—silver vines intertwined into elegant shapes, with a symbol of Knowledge engraved at the center.
It had already become his personal trademark.
He gave one to Hermione, one to Ciri—
Even Lare and Daisy in the Forbidden Forest got one.
After seeing Hermione's amulet, Fred and George Weasley approached Lewis with a proposal.
They wanted to go into business.
Given the current panic—especially among Muggle-born students—there was a booming demand for protective items.
Students were secretly buying and trading charms, talismans, anything that might keep them safe.
The twins saw opportunity.
And with Lewis's technology—
They had something far better than superstition.
The deal was quickly struck.
Lewis simplified the amulet design:
Removed Message and Teleport Rune entirelyLimited Detect Hostility to magical creatures onlyDowngraded Protection from Evil
Now, each amulet only required two low-tier spells—
Far cheaper and easier to produce.
The partnership mirrored their previous one:
Lewis provided the design and startup fundsThe twins handled production, marketing, sales, and distributionProfits were split evenly
Additionally, Lewis supplied a batch of plain glass lenses—non-prescription glasses—to be sold alongside them.
They couldn't stop the basilisk's killing gaze.
But they could reduce it to petrification.
And petrification could be cured.
Death… not so easily.
Soon enough, the business exploded.
The amulets became wildly popular.
At first, Detect Hostility didn't show obvious results.
But Protection from Evil did.
During a Quidditch match, a Hufflepuff player wearing one noticed something strange—
Slytherin players rarely targeted him.
Even Bludgers seemed to avoid him.
Afterward, it was discovered that whenever opponents tried to foul him—
They experienced sudden headaches.
That was all it took.
The amulets became a sensation.
Quidditch players bought them to avoid fouls.
Other students bought them to protect against bullying.
Ironically—
They became popular not because of the attacks—
But because of everything else.
As for the glasses?
Sales remained mediocre.
Lewis didn't mind.
He wasn't a saint.
He wasn't going to hand out Elixirs of Resurrection to everyone who died.
But for the students of Hogwarts—
He still held a basic sense of goodwill.
He genuinely hoped no one would die this year because of unforeseen changes.
And every time he thought about that possibility—
His dissatisfaction with Dumbledore grew a little deeper.
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