Dinner that evening began… strangely.
The moment Snape entered the Great Hall—
The floating candles above flickered—
Then turned green.
A cold draft followed wherever he walked.
Whispers spread instantly.
"Did you feel that?"
"It got colder…"
"Is it him?"
Older students immediately leaned toward the first years, lowering their voices dramatically.
"The Evil Ghost is back."
The first years, now somewhat used to Hogwarts ghosts, didn't fully believe in Evil Ghost.
Yet the atmosphere felt… off.
With detention officially over, Alexander and the twins resumed Phase Two of October operations.
The trio left dinner early and met in a corridor corner.
Wands raised.
"Disillusionment."
Three bodies shimmered — then vanished.
The hunt began.
Students walking started to experience terror:
Sudden silencing charms mid-conversation
Invisible legs tripping them
Books flying off shelves
Armor suits are moving on their own
Whispers echoed through hallways.
Footsteps with no bodies.
Cold drafts pass through crowds.
The legend returned.
The Evil Ghost of Hogwarts.
Panic spread quickly.
After one full week of chaos:
Students adapted.
They began traveling in groups again.
Prefects organized patrol routes.
Corridors were monitored at night.
Professors launched investigations.
Naturally—
Suspicion fell on Alexander.
Again.
He countered instantly.
"Are you accusing me because I'm Asian? Sounds like racism."
The professors backed off because of a lack of proof.
They tried targeting the twins next.
Fred Weasley and George Weasley mirrored his defense perfectly.
"Racism against redheads now, Professor?"
With no evidence, staff could only wait for mistakes.
Cho soon delivered a non-negotiable demand:
"You're coming to my first match."
Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff.
Alexander disliked Quidditch.
Why fly on broomsticks when you have wands?
Why chase balls when dueling existed?
He preferred structured combat — not aerial sports chaos.
Still—
Girlfriend's orders overruled personal preference.
He attended.
Despite his disinterest, Alexander still planned support operations.
He contacted Peeves beforehand.
Fireworks.
Celebration triggers.
Camera enchantments.
Because with Cho riding a Nimbus 2000—
Victory probability was high.
Twenty minutes in—
Cho spotted the Snitch.
A sharp dive.
Perfect angle.
Clean capture.
Ravenclaw victory.
The stands erupted.
Alexander immediately ran down from the spectator stands to the pitch.
Right as he reached Cho—
Fireworks exploded overhead.
Blue and bronze lights filled the sky.
Fireworks of Ravens and Congratulations to Ravenclaw lit up the skies.
He hugged her.
"Congratulations on the win."
Then released her.
He cast a localized Protego dome around just the two of them as they stood holding hands, watching fireworks rain in the sky.
When it ended, Cho wrinkled her nose playfully.
"I smell. Why did you hug me?"
He smiled.
"You smell like victory."
She laughed.
Then glanced at the fading sparks.
"…Was this all prepared for me?"
"Yes," he said simply. "I knew you'd win. I also have a gift for you later."
She nodded happily before running off to celebrate with teammates.
From the stands—
Girls watched the entire scene.
Jealousy levels skyrocketed.
At dinner, rumors spread fast:
Alexander funded fireworks for Cho's victory.
The twins appeared beside him immediately.
"So…" Fred began.
"When we win our first match…" George continued.
"We get fireworks too, right?" Fred finished.
"Being soooo rich and all," George added.
They kept teasing relentlessly until Alexander sighed.
"Fine. If you win, I'll celebrate for you too."
They cheered and sprinted to the Gryffindor table.
Moments later, the entire team looked at him and cheered.
That night, Alexander tracked down Peeves again.
He secured additional fireworks, confetti storms, and victory effects for the next day.
Peeves saluted dramatically.
"It shall be done!"
Plans set.
Celebrations prepared.
Whether he liked Quidditch or not—
If his people won—
Hogwarts would feel it.