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[HP] 56: The Punished Twins
🕑 Added 2025-07-26 08:53:52 +0000 UTCHagrid stared at Louis, clearly shocked. “You really got into Slytherin?”
“Of course.”
“But they…”
“That’s right, they even called me a Mudblood,” Louis replied casually.
“Mudblood? They dared to call you that? That’s outrageous!” Hagrid fumed. “You should’ve told a professor. They should’ve been punished!”
“No need for that—it’s too much trouble for the professors. Besides, they’ve already been punished,” Louis said, finally setting down the oversized tea cup he had never actually taken a sip from. “Maybe it was guilt eating at them. They all had nightmares.”
“Nightmares? All of them?” Hagrid blinked in confusion, unable to understand what a ‘group nightmare’ even meant.
“Anyway, Hagrid,” Louis changed the subject—time for lunch was approaching. “Could you help me get some carving tools?”
“Carving tools? What for?” Hagrid asked casually. “You’d need to get those from Hogsmeade or even Diagon Alley. If you want, I can pick up a set for you next time I go.”
“Just want to make a few little things.” Louis pulled a few Galleons from his pocket and handed them over. “Thanks in advance.”
“No trouble at all.” Hagrid took one Galleon. “Those tools aren’t too pricey—just a few Sickles.”
Sickles, of course, were the wizarding world’s silver currency, alongside bronze Knuts and gold Galleons.
1 Galleon = 17 Sickles = 493 Knuts. A very British conversion system.
“Thanks again.”
Louis chatted with Hagrid a little longer before finally heading back.
With the tools in hand, he’d soon be able to carve his own Hermes statue—for private lessons. The thought of it was strangely exciting.
As Louis returned to the castle, he spotted two familiar figures scrubbing the corridor floor. Filch, cradling his cat, was watching them with great satisfaction.
It was the Weasley twins.
They looked pitiful—cleaning duty with no magic allowed. Their current state was worlds apart from their usual mischievous selves.
Oh right—this was punishment for sneaking into the forbidden third-floor corridor. Fair enough then.
As he walked past, Louis casually glanced at the twins—singed hair, half-missing eyebrows…
He decided to pretend he hadn’t seen anything and kept walking.
Unfortunately, their punishment had just ended. Sore and aching, George and Fred had just straightened up when they spotted Louis and immediately pounced.
“Wilson! Don’t run!” George shouted, lunging forward and grabbing Louis’s robes.
Louis turned to face the soot-streaked George and barely kept a straight face.
“What’s up?” he asked calmly.
“That powder—the one that ignites by itself—do you have more of it?” Fred caught up and asked eagerly.
“I do…,” Louis raised an eyebrow. “But what did you two do with it to run out already? I gave you enough for at least ten magic tricks. Don’t tell me you ate it?”
“We tried to experiment with it—to see if we could use it in one of our new products,” George admitted, face twisted in misery. “But it exploded. Fred lost his eyebrows.”
“Half your hair’s fried too,” Fred retorted, tugging on George’s scorched hair.
Louis rolled his eyes as the twins started bickering again and held up a hand to stop them.
“I’ll give you more—but remember our deal. I’m not handing this stuff out for free. You need to give me some of your knowledge about making magical gadgets,” Louis said, pulling out a small pouch of the powder and handing it over.
The Weasley twins immediately let go of each other and snatched the pouch with excitement.
As they made up instantly, Louis snapped his fingers to get their attention.
“Don’t forget our agreement. You owe me some hands-on crafting know-how,” he reminded them.
“Relax,”
“We’re good for our word.”
Fred and George responded in sync. Then Fred pulled out a small notebook.
“These are our failed experiments—and what we learned from them,” he explained.
“This should save you a lot of trial and error,” George added. “On the weekend, we’ll find a spot to test our new product. We’ll call you when it’s time.”
“Well then, see you,” the twins waved as they left. “And remember—you owe us a magic show!”
Louis didn’t think much of that last bit. Magic tricks didn’t mean much to actual wizards; at best, they could give the twins a few ideas for prank items.
Besides, stage magic wasn’t something you could just pick up overnight. A few classic sleight-of-hand tricks should satisfy them just fine.
He flipped through Fred’s notebook briefly. After confirming it wasn’t nonsense, he tucked it away for later.
Time for lunch.
He still had Flying class this afternoon—a physical activity. Louis would need the Rooster Talisman just to stay afloat alongside a broomstick.
He ate lunch with Hermione, shared notes about their classes, and exchanged a few pleasantries with Padma when she joined them.
After lunch break, Louis was issued a broom and followed the professor to the castle courtyard.
As they walked, Louis noticed people whispering and pointing at him.
They thought they were being subtle—hiding behind corners or staying just outside his field of view—but Louis’s spiritual sense caught all of it with perfect clarity.
Then he spotted a group of upper-year Slytherin boys.
“Skipping class to plot nonsense? Looks like someone needs a lesson.”
Louis focused his spiritual sense on them, eavesdropping precisely on their conversation.
“Is everything ready?”
“Don’t worry, it’s foolproof. He’ll definitely fall from a high altitude.”
“Perfect. Let’s see him act tough now. At the very least, we’ll leave him embarrassed.”
The older Slytherins quickly dispersed—they had their own classes to attend.
Louis’s spiritual energy tracked them until they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the opposite side of the castle. He smiled faintly.
He’d thought the Slytherins would’ve calmed down after their shared nightmares—but apparently, some still had guts.
Louis committed their faces and locations to memory.
Later, he would return the favor—with a little “accidental” surprise.
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