Chapter 378 - Friends (1/2)
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Chris was on the black lake Hogwarts. Not near the lake but on it. While Fergus swam on the lake, Chris floated above water.
Suddenly, Fergus stopped and dived down and Chris was pulled underwater as well. Fortunately, by now, Chris was familiar with Fergus's memory world and she knew that she didn't need to breathe underwater, she wasn't worried. She calmly watched Fergus hold his breath for a long time then swam up and very slowly peeked above the surface. Chris followed him and saw the reason behind Fergus's worry. A boy bȧrėly one or two years older than him was wandering near the lake. For a moment, it looked like he was just taking a stroll but when he looked over where Fergus was, Fergus froze and so did Chris.
The water around Fergus rippled and Chris realized Fergus used magic to hid himself while Malgino looked on. After a moment, Malgino walked away and Fergus waited for a few minutes before jumping out of the lake, throwing his cloak on, and disappearing inside the castle.
The scene dissolved.
Now Chris was on the Gryffindor tower and Fergus was hiding behind a statue, watching Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuff talk.
”. . . he is almost ten, Godric. It's time. You have to let him out or else. . .” Helga warned.
”You know perfectly well why I am hesitating, Helga. He is . . .” Godric sighed.
”I know, Godric. I know but closing him off is making him restless day by day. He only smiles when he comes back from his trip to see his mother. This is not healthy for the kid,” Helga argued. ”You have to take responsibility. I know you are trying to protect him but this is going too far.”
”Helga, he is too powerful for his own good. Do you know he can—”
”Do a lot of things even we can't do? Yes, I have seen. That's more the reason why he needs care, you can't lock him up forever. Because if this goes on, he will explode and you know what he is capable of,” Helga narrowed her eyes at Godric. ”It's not his fault, he is a powerful half-blood, Godric. You can't punish him for that.”
”I am not punishing him, Helga. Don't you forget, he is my son. I love him. I do and I don't want to see him used for his unique powers. I will never let anyone harm him.”
”Students, this is Fergus, our new student, you all were curious about,” Helga Hufflepuff introduced Fergus to her class. She gave ten years old Fergus an encouraging smile and Fergus tried to smile at the students.
”Fergus, which house you are in?” One student asked.
”Yeah, why did we not see you sorting into your house?” Another one jumped in.
”You look so young, shouldn't you get primary lessons about magic first?” A girl asked meanly.
Fergus looked shocked and nervous as he scratched his palms behind his back and Chris saw magic sparks coming out of his fingers.
”Silence!” Helga roared and the class fell silent. ”I expected far wiser reactions from my pupils when I invited Fergus to my class for his first lesson.”
”We apologize, Madam Hufflepuff,” some students muttered and looked down embarrassed.
”I will accept your apology when I see you are worthy of it,” Helga said to the class and asked Fergus to go and sit.
But that wasn't the end of it. Throughout the day, in every new class, Fergus attended he noticed students looking at him and whispering among them.
”Who do you think he is?”
”Doesn't he have enough magic to sort into any house?”
”Probably, who knows?”
”If you don't know why are you whispering among yourselves?” Suddenly, a familiar boy asked a group of students gossiping in the corridor. ”You don't know anything about that new boy and yet you are making ȧssumptions. Why don't you all mind your own business and leave the boy alone?”
”Malgino, we were just . . .” A girl from the group tried to explain but Malgino didn't listen. He walked past them.
”Don't let them bother you. If you let them step over you once, they will do it again and again,” Malgino said seriously as he paused in front of Fergus.
A very surprised Fergus only stared at him and Malgino walked away.
. . .
Chris was on a tree in the forbidden forest, though it looked a lot different.
It looked less scary and more bright. Fergus sat beside her watching three dragons in the distance. The dragons were asleep and Chris felt a strong urge to pet them.
”You like Dragons too?” Fergus askes running towards Malgino and the Dragons.
As soon as the Dragons saw Fergus, they left their meat and got nearer to him. Fergus smiled and petted them.
”Who doesn't like Dragons? The question is who they like?” Malgino said watching Fergus intently. ”And by the looks of it, they like you.”
”They do. All creatures are my friends,” Fergus said looking at the red Dragon, who Chris guessed was a Chinese fireball. ”So you know, you shouldn't lie to me. Because I have dangerous friends.”