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The young witches and wizards of Hogwarts spent the second half of October full of joy, immersed in various club activities and house events. As the calendar turned to November, the magical month known in alchemy as the Beaver Moon beganâa time when alchemists traditionally gather beaver hides to prepare for the biting winter frost.
Hagrid, ever resourceful, had purchased a large quantity of enchanted beaver hides from a Polish merchant. Professor Nicolas Flamel personally distributed them to students during an advanced alchemy lesson.
"This month is ideal for crafting protective gear for yourself or someone else," said Flamel with a twinkle in his eye. "So, let's make it a project. Your assignmentâcreate an article of clothing using the beaver hide you've received. Robes, coats, cloaks, jackets, trousers, hats, scarvesâanything you can imagine! The piece will be used as your primary alchemical medium in our next lesson."
The class murmured excitedly as students held up the smooth, supple hides, estimating measurements and design ideas. Flamel added with a soft chuckle, "You're welcome to make your piece for someone else. Nothing protects against winter quite like a gift made by a dear friend⊠or a secret admirer."
He dismissed the class then, and the students eagerly dashed from the alchemy chamber, buzzing with ideas and enthusiasm.
The girls, especially, became unusually animated. Several from Ravenclaw cornered Jericho, Keith, and Ralpo in the hallway, trying to extract a single piece of valuable information.
"You all want to know Mr. Moriarty's favorite fashion style, right?" Jericho said knowingly to a gathering of Ravenclaw girls. "Well, let me break it to youâyou're already too late."
He grinned smugly. "Tonks knitted him a sleek woolen coat, Lilith attempted a white wizard robe, Penelope made wool socks, and Gemma Farley is crafting a pointed Slytherin hat! Our dormitory is packed to the ceiling with clothes from the Slytherin girls. That's why Mr. Moriarty hasn't been around muchâhe's reorganizing the place!"
With that, Jericho strutted off, arm in arm with his girlfriend, both of them discussing ideas for matching enchanted robes.
That evening, Moriarty made an unexpected appearance in the Great Hall, adorned in a dazzling combination of handmade garments, much to the astonishment of the student body. Screams and excited chatter echoed throughout the hall as the girls saw him donning their creations. For some, it was as if they'd won a million Galleons.
But not everyone rejoiced.
Lilith's eyes scanned Moriarty's attire with mounting disappointmentâher robe was nowhere to be seen. Her craftsmanship hadn't been up to par, and she knew it. Beneath the table, her hands clenched into fists. Next time, she vowed, I'll make something worthy of him.
As Moriarty approached the Slytherin table, Leon leaned over with a grin. "Sir, you've completely stolen the spotlight from every boy in the school."
Moriarty gave a helpless shrug. "I had to wear a few of them just to prove I have enough clothes. Otherwise, the girls might drown the Slytherin common room in thread and fabric."
His comment earned a round of laughter. Yet the excitement was far from over.
From the first-floor corridor, a burst of red appearedâCharlie, Percy, George, and Fred Weasley strode into the hall. Their signature red hair drew the eye, but today their sweaters stole the show.
Charlie wore a lopsided brown sweater with a bold "C" on the frontâone sleeve long, the other hilariously short.
Percy's white sweater bore a perfectly stitched "P." Unlike the others, his garment was neat, symmetrical, andâmuch to his brothers' dismayâstylish.
George's grey sweater, marked with a crooked "Q," hung awkwardly at the collar, and Fred's had a faded "F" with thread unraveling from one shoulder.
The vintage knit style looked like it came straight out of the 1800s, and the whole hall burst into laughter at their absurd appearance.
But the Weasley boys didn't mind. They teased each other loudly and playfully, walking with exaggerated swagger toward the Gryffindor table like celebrities.
"Percy, why must you always be the odd one out?" George asked dramatically.
"Seriously, it's a disgrace," Fred said, shaking his head. "Where's your sense of humor?"
"My sweater is refined," Percy said, holding his chin high. "At least it doesn't look like it escaped a ghoul's wardrobe."
Charlie chuckled and patted Percy's shoulder. "Each sweater is unique. That's what makes it a Weasley tradition!"
"Mine's refined, that's the feature," Percy retorted.
As they sat down, a cheer rose from the Gryffindor first-years. Lee Jordan scooted closer to George, eyes gleaming. "You guys totally upstaged Moriarty! You're legends now!"
George raised his juice goblet proudly. "The limelight is ours! Plus, with everyone talking about crafting alchemical propsâwand holders, enchanted cloaks, even broom upgradesâit's about time we got in on the fun!"
Lee blinked. "Wait, what? You're making alchemical items too?"
Fred leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Not exactly. We've got something better planned. You know Filch? Old caretaker with the cat?"
Lee paled. "You mean the Filch who caught me last week? The one with Lemay's enchanted patrol gear?"
"Exactly!" George beamed. "We're going to play him. Think about itâif we outsmart Filch and bypass his enchanted surveillance, we'll be legends!"
Fred nodded. "We're gathering volunteers. Tonight's the night."
Lee hesitated, but his mischievous nature took over. "Count me in! That man threatened to skin me aliveâI owe him."
"Brilliant!" George grinned. "Cheers to that!"
"Cheers!" they all shouted, clinking their goblets.
"Ugh," George winced. "Why is this peach juice so bitter?"
"Mine too!" Fred grimaced, sticking out his tongue.
Percy burst out laughing. "Oh dear brothers⊠I may have added a harmless hair-lifting potion. It's non-toxicâjust lifts your hair for two hours."
Horrified, the twins felt their hair stand straight up like flaming brooms.
The Gryffindors roared with laughter. Percy smirked. "Now that's a sense of humor."
Charlie, watching from the other side of the table, slid his plate away in caution.
Meanwhile, across the hall, students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff admired the twin's showmanship.
Lilith, her thoughts still on Moriarty, whispered to him, "Percy Weasley isn't as dull as I thought."
Moriarty nodded thoughtfully. "He's definitely grown since last year."
Lilith leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Did you hear the twins? They're planning a distraction for Filch tonight. That gives us a chance."
Moriarty raised an eyebrow.
"We can sneak into the Forbidden Section of the library or the Room of Requirement," Lilith said, excitement bubbling in her voice. "No one will be in our way. It's the perfect night for a midnight exploration."
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